It’s probably time for me to reveal here that I was hospitalized last week for acute pancreatitis, cause not fully understood. The pangs started late on MLK jr Day and D hauled me to the hospital early the next morning.
I spent most of the week in the Wood County Hospital, narcotized to the eyebrows, receiving a steady fluid drip and antibiotics to treat the sepsis that became evident on the second day. I escaped from the den on ill-health on Saturday morning and am gradually resuming my human shape and readying myself to resume the pleasures and duties of life.
As scientific and historical proof of these events, I attach my major triumph from Wednesday: a popsicle, the first thing I’d eaten in days.
