Walkin’ Pneumonia and the Boogie-Woogie Flu

I wanna jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall I wanna holler but the joint’s too small Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu Well, I finally listened after several people said go to the doctor you stupid bastard. And you know, you people […]

I wanna jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall
I wanna holler but the joint’s too small
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu

Well, I finally listened after several people said go to the doctor you stupid bastard. And you know, you people love me more than I love myself, it’s true. Why won’t I listen?

Anyway, the diagnosis is that I have Walkin’ Pneumonia.

That’s as opposed to the on all fours barking like a dog kind, or the on my back with my legs in the air like a dead bug kind. So I guess that’s ok.

Doctor-man says that I’ve likely had this for like, a month or six weeks. Which explains why I’ve been feelin’ like sandy-assfuck without a kiss for the last three weeks. I only noticed it when it decided to move to also being some bronchitis with a side of sinus infection.

But now I have giant horse pills, an order to stay in bed for a couple days and be waited on by nubile slaves, and a chest x-ray with my nipple rings showing clearly as great big white circles. So I’ll be heading off to bed and doing my very best to do not a fuckin’ thing for at least two days.

(ok I made up the part about the nubile slave girls, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have them or that they would not make me better just that much faster)

13 thoughts on “Walkin’ Pneumonia and the Boogie-Woogie Flu”

  1. Damn…I want your doctor. Mine just gave me antibiotics several times over and told me to get lots of bedrest.

    Must be hoarding all the nubile lovelies for himself. Grrr…

  2. Spck, you you’re just comment-spamming me is all. Why didn’t the dogs get you?

    Julie, sure, you step up, and leave no way for me to get you. Little tease!

    DN, that’s showin’ how it’s done.

  3. I hear that you were feeling ill
    With headaches, fever and a chill.
    I came to help restore your pluck
    ‘Cause I’m the nurse who likes to….

    (Name the movie; I know you can do it.)

    kissykiss,
    cg

  4. Pneumonia?! How the hell do get pneumonia in CA??? Oh Lord. 🙁 I hope you feel better soon, babe, and I would be a nubile slave girl if I could.

  5. Hell-O, Nurse, CG. And I admit in shame I had to look it up.

    Trance, you wouldn’t think it was CA this year. SF just set a record for wettest March ever. I wonder if I can get the doc to add …on a tropical island to that scrip?

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