Hiccups are the Devil

June 10, 2019

Hola Bitcholas,

I turned 50-years-old earlier this year and, frankly, I love the age. Hard to explain, but I just feel like I've lived enough life to have some modicum of wisdom and I get to do what I love. Seriously, I love being 50.  

Except for the 'physical' part. I say this because I'm nursing a pulled muscle in my back. It's how I got it that chaps my ass. 'Chaps my ass' is the kind of hokey thing you say when you get old.

So, I get medical-grade hiccups from time to time. They are indescribably frustrating, but it's part of life. Got them Friday after the show and after three hours of heaving, my gut had enough and I had to puke.

Hovering over the toilet, waiting for the inevitable, and on my second wretch, I pulled a muscle in my f**king back. For the last three days I've been hobbling around like Fred Sanford. Everyone assumed I'd been doing 'yard work' or some equally productive task over the weekend. 

No. I puked, and injured myself. THAT part of being 50 is not so fantastic. Ah well, beat the alternative.

Still have my teeth and I'm not pooping my pants yet, so all is (almost) good.

Ok, that's what I've got. I'm not proud.

Until tomorrow, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!

 

Oh, you're still here? Fantastic. Time to put off procrastinating and nail down your tickets to Redfestival!