Well, I have had numerous people ask me of late, “Why aren’t you in the paper anymore?”, and the answer is simple. I have been around the world mentally and physically over the last two months.
To begin with, my wife dragged me to South Dakota so she could be awarded her Doctorate of Physical therapy degree. Then she promptly gave her employer her two-week notice. I thought she was going to move up in the corporate world now that she is educated to a fare-the-well, and hopefully it will happen in the near future. In the meantime, I have to get used to having an unemployed person with me at every step and it is taking an effort, brother.
She came in handy just a few weeks back, however, when I went to bed feeling fine and with a clear conscience. At the stroke of midnight, I awakened with a terrible pain in my abdomen and could find no relief no matter which way I turned. I got up to keep from awakening the Doctor and went into the den where I sat for the next six hours just getting worse and worse. I took every Alka Seltzer in the house and drank a bottle of Pepto. Finally, I threw up, violently, and my wife heard me and came in the room. She thought I had a virus but asked if I wanted to go to the emergency room. I said “yes” without hesitation because I had never hurt so badly in all my life.
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