I was again worshipping at the altar of the porcelain god.

I thought that I was over this shit.

Up until about 03:00 this morning, I felt better than I have in months. I thought being alive was pretty damned cool.

See what happens when you get cocky?

So I had to call in someone to cover for me, and it was a girl who has not worked in the department for years... I had to train her before I left.

I got halfway home before I had to stop and throw up again. I had no idea that I'd eaten that much...

And I'm afraid that it's not over yet.

One funny thing happened before I got sick, though... I x-rayed a guy's chest, and he told me that he'd gone to see his doctor yesterday and the doc had told him that he (the doc) wasn't feeling too well, he was afraid that he had the same thing that the patient had.

So, the doc died during the night. And the patient figgered he'd better come in to see us...