It's that day again
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Heroes and Plot.
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder season
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow.
As you may have noticed, I spent the eve of my birthday in hospital. I had not been able to sleep well Wednesday night, as I was drowning in my own secretions. When I didn't see any improvement while I was at work Thursday, and in fact felt feverish a couple of times, I figured it would be prudent to make use of the health care benefits my new job provides. Having lost a friend to pneumonia several years ago, I figured not using my health insurance would be stupid. Besides, I've gone without care long enough from lack of insurance. I have that chest cold that is running around, and Asthma. It is the Asthma that is making a minor irritant a significant health issue. The had me do a session on the nebulizer with some Albuterol, and I was starting to feel better before the session was over. So now I have an Albuterol inhaler to carry with me, and some prescription strength cold medicine.
Good birthday. Four hot, sexy women plying me with tasty food, and tasty booze. To top that off, I'm feeling much better, and the cake was no lie!