Modern medicine.

My puppy is sick and he requires daily baths to rid him of this mysterious skin disease that I paid $114 to visit the veterinarian and leave without a diagnosis. I was handed some antibiotics and special shampoo and told to administer these for three weeks. I hide the small orange pill in a pile of shredded cheese so that he eats it, though he remains suspicious as to why he gets to eat cheese three times per day. I think I failed to mention that he also has an irrational fear of water. The only way he submits to bathing is if I sit in the tub with him, which I do wearing shorts and a tank top wondering whether or not this special dog shampoo will have an adverse effects on me.

Otherwise, I have been feeling inexplicably tired for the as long as my memory can manage to recall. Not sure what is wrong with me besides the fact that I more than occasionally work sixteen hour days and inadvertently collect less than six hours of sleep most nights, but so do most people I know. Perhaps I'm just a complainer. This too is a mystery, since the fourteen pages of medical test results came back indicating nothing abnormal, with the exception of high cholesterol. That's something I find somewhat hilarious, given the fact that I very rarely consume animal protein with the exception of fish and the occasional piece of chicken. Sometimes genetics cannot be escaped. Perhaps I, like my grandmother, am destined for multiple bypass surgeries despite my best efforts.