Azithromycin and prednisone

Courtship had more red flags pop up than in the annual running of the bulls, yet our put-upon protagonist can't hear the sound of the Mack truck bearing down on him, at full ramming speed.
Goodness, do all such folks have to be possessed of IQs lower than their age? How does this guy manage to dress himself?
Given all that family and friends dished out on him, I'm surprised that: (a) he hadn't been institutionalized; and (b) his revenge was so weak...poison ivy/oak for most folks, a few days of prednisone will handle that.

Ironic that I'm hopped up on prednisone & some antibiotics that I think are called Godzilla. I've got pneumonia gagantuosa, & lo & behold your story speaks to me. I love the sweet, gentleness of this story, how so many people show their concern & caring. The worst thing after a rape is the loneliness & I'm glad that wasn't part of the mix. You are a joy to read & a gifted writer. I'm moving on to the next installment, happily, because I have the company of a beloved writers stories to help me heal.

I met an Armenian girl who was, is, a friend of one of my daughters; petite little girl, long curly black hair, eyes so black they hypnotize. She's just lovely; all perky and saucy. She'll be my next heroine. I showed her this story and she was furious! She wanted to know what was going to happen to poor Poncho and Lefty.
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, so the story ends we're told. Poncho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too. He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old. (They played it on the radio...)
You guys are going to be sorry when Poncho's gone and you didn't give him one measly tip of the hat. That's thoughtless indifference to a national institution.
The story's still pretty good in a silly sort of way, but shouldn't the sun be up by now? There's going to be a lot of commuter traffic, and I bet a lot of people are double parked. Can't remember the name of the island in the Arctic where they think the last Mammoths lived. Save that damn pachyderm; I heard some nefarious Zambians were out to get his tusks.
These things should all be getting fives; for balls if nothing else. (Elephants have big balls)
Oh, oh I just felt a rush of blood to the head! The damn Prednisone is kicking in. By for now...

Sorry folks, but today was SUC-TACTIC!
I went to the General Practitioner at 9:00 am for my 6 month check up (and to check up on what had happened at the start of the year). It seems I've developed a respiratory infection so I was given some of those horse pill to fight it (Azithromycin) ... which came with THREE Level Three drug interaction warnings ... including the freaking risk of death ~ when in league with my Clozapine ... WOOT!
Next I learned my Urologist has 'misplaced' the initial files on my testosterone prescription ... which came from my Endocrinologist years and years ago. Now I have to wait for two weeks (and two blood draws) to show I have low-T so I can have the pleasure of my wife injecting me in the tush every Monday night. Until then I will be running around with less energy than I am currently struggling with ... DOUBLE-WOOT!!!
And lets not forget I am having to remove all caffeine from my diet as well so I'm already pretty much a walking zombie ... Triple woot?
Lastly, thanks to snow last week, I have my entire family in the house until FRIDAY ... which is stressing out my normally hermit-like nature. I love my kids, but at the moment my daughter is working on her cosplay outfit for Animazement which she does in my Man-Cave because it has more room to spread out in. I'm slowly losing my ever-loving MIND!!!!
Progress report: Nothing really. I haven't done any constructive work in the past two weeks and very little before then. I am trying to put out a story I started on back in 2016 and I have a chapter and a half already developed.
I have done no work on the next chapter of Ebb Tide. I know where I want to go, but am unsure how I'm going to get there.
As always, if anyone wants to ready what I am working on, just drop me a line.
Thanks for all of your concern and take care,
James aka FinalStand

God damn give it a rest. Repeating the same fucking things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again!!! STOP!!!!!

And more and more and more and more and more

Way to much fucking and to little of the story.
Not everyone wants to read about fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking.