I saw the werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's. His hair was perfect.

I do apologize for not blogging as my usual self or not been leaving comments on blogs that I visit, but I have been reading them. I just have a couple of things going on. Firstly, I have been busier than an one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest at the office. Secondly, something is going on health wise and it is keep hoping things will pass and everything will be ok, but the passing includes blood, if you get my drift and it has not went away. My appetite is nil. At some point everyday, I feel nauseated. I have lost probably eight pounds in the last two weeks.

One day last week, I thought I was going to vomit while watching two of my co-workers eat Snickers bars. So, I bought a pregancy test. The results were not hardly. I really do not want to persue a visit with the doctor until after my incredible journey to hang out with Fred and meet Renae, just because I want to have a good time and not be a total drag.

Another reason why I have hesitated with making an appointment with the physician is the fact that my GP gives me the creeps. I guess I stand to be a small room with him for 10 minutes, like any other doctor, but that's about all. I have a feeling that he will want to run a battery of tests which may not be pleasant. Now, I am not trying to say negative things about my GP, because he is apparently a good doctor with a fast paced clinic and well respected by his peers. My original GP closed his practice a few years ago in favor to a job as a staff physican at a local hospital to spend more time with his young son. My records were sent to creepy doctor, and I have been going there ever since. I do like creepy doctor's NP, which is who I mainly deal with. I guess the only reason I was weirded out by my GP is because he often wears a t-shirt, sweat pants and lab coat to the office, looks like he just rolled out of bed and never gets any sun at all.