Hey, y’all, I’m back. Sorry to have worried you, and extra special thanks to Holly for acting as a go-between to keep the InterWebz up to date that I was not dead! Seriously, though, this shit’s pretty fucked up — apparently I have acute pancreatitis (doctor-talk for fucked-up organs)… but at least it wasn’t the heart attack I THOUGHT I was having! So I spent 11 DAYS in the hospital — who DOES that? — before they started screwing with my pain meds and Dear Sweet Mama kidnapped me home.
The good news — I ain’t dead, of course, and it looks like I can fix this with a low-fat, bland diet for a few months and then add real food back in gradually. The bad news? No high-fat stuff and no alcohol. But at least I’ve lost 15 pounds throughout this ordeal — not that it’s a diet I’d recommend!
That’s about it for now — I caught a terrible respiratory infection in the hospital (who’da thunk it?) so I’m still not 100 percent. Hopefully I’ll get my groove back fairly soon, WITHOUT the assistance of Whoopi Goldberg.