I'm glad it's hard to get rid of me. I know there are some people who would looooove to get rid of me, but unfortunately for them that is a hard thing to do.
This time I had MRSA or something similar to MRSA. I still haven't been officially diagnosed, but I was told I was in danger of blood poisoning. I'm still here, though! I have a ton of antibiotics to take over the course of several weeks and then I'll be as good as new.
I've gone through a bunch of weird stuff lately. It makes life exciting. What's next? Another staph infection? Will I contract HIV before Jeff does? Who gets full blown AIDS first? So many questions and only time can reveal to us those sought-after answers.
Maybe I'll get caught in the crossfire of a gang battle or a city bus will run over my truck or an equipment malfunction on a construction truck leaves me covered in hot, sticky black tar meant for a road or a roof somewhere.
As long as I walk away, I'll consider myself lucky and be quite thankful for my prolonged life experience. It is good.