Well, here it is, the longest day of the year. Quite different from the day I started this diary six months ago, which was the shortest, darkest day of the year. I feel I've come a long way since then, and Dr. Morell agrees, sort of. For example, I no longer require the Demerol/Valium injections to sleep 18 hours. My depressions still gets me plenty of sack time, just without all the pills and needles. We save that stuff for the seizures and coughing.
Basking in the sunlight of this long summer day, I can look at my long journey back to reflect on everything that's happened since the you-know-what. True, I may not
The big difference between now and then is my optimistic attitude. Back then, I saw my coughing as a sign of weakness. However, with enough
Boy, would they be sorry.
Yeah, that would show 'em. A whole different campaign from
I even drew up some sketches of little promotional bottles of cough syrup with my picture on the label. Bill knows some people in China who can deliver little one ounce bottles for a nickel a piece. At a hundred bucks each, that's some heavy coin fundraising.
The future is calling me and I'm not just sitting on my bedpan. Now all I have to do is brainstorm a way to leverage the seizures and I think we'd be back in business.