Mar 02, 2009 12:04
Just got back from my quarterly checkup. For the second straight time I got good numbers and my doc didn't yell at me. Whoo Haa.
My brother is coming to visit me next week. He was always the " good looking " one. He got the hot chicks in high school. I never felt like I could measure up in those days. He is two years older. He said it was time for him to come down and see all of us down here.
Funny how life turned out. He did really bad at love and life in general. Three unhappy marriages, kids that won't talk to him, and a girlfriend who has confided to us that she is leaving him, though he doesn't know it now. He is probably 80 pounds heavier than my lard ass. He has COPD and has a huge problem just getting around. I sense that this may be a goodbye trip. He won't quit smoking, even though he can hardly breath.
I will be glad to see him. It has been a long time since he came down here to Florida. But I get sad when I see him like this. I want to look up to him, but instead I kind of pity him. It doesn't matter though. He is still my big brother. And I still love him.
Hope he has a great visit. I will do my best to help.