Oh! Fellow Bohemians, I beseech thee! Do not get old!
I have had a miserable month. First my gout – which I thought I had, then my doctor said no, then another doctor said yes, and now my doctor says yes, but only because I am one of those rare individuals who have a low-level of uric acid, yet still suffer the pains and misfortunes of outrageous toes. This attack became one for the record books. For a week, I could not walk without crutches. Finally, I could drive, but I still had a limp to rival Captain Ahab’s. Then, I awoke one Monday morning about two weeks ago, and I was pain-free. Oh, how I rejoiced and gamboled about the yard.