Contrary to popular belief (and the way I’ve felt over the last 5-days) – I’M NOT DEAD.
Sure my throat is still “tender” (by “tender” I mean that I feel as though I have to swallow through two tennis balls each time I swallow), my stomach is still “upset” (by “upset” I mean – you should’ve seen me hurl in the Doctor’s office sink on Monday!), my ears still feel “full” (by “full” I mean that I would probably be a dozen pounds lighter if the junk in my ears was no longer with me.)
But – after all of those “symptoms” and Doctor’s diagnosis of the “big three”: bronchitis, pharyngitis (what is this?), and now tonsilitis – I am beginning to feel better!
Seriously – after these numerous days of little more than watching the Spanish daytime soap operas (kidding!) and sleeping on the too-short-for-Stevan couch, I am finally finding myself sitting at the desk and typing away at the keyboard!
Sure I’m coughing up a “friend” every now and then, but who doesn’t need a friend to watch float down the sink every once-in-a-while (the mental picture there is something, isn’t it?)
So, please keep praying for “Sick Stevan” and PLEASE keep praying for his wonderful wife, Jessica and their baby who are both doing marvelously!
Back to the couch…








