WARNING: Pink Paper is Hazardous to Your Health . . . . OR . . . . . Pink Slips Stink!

No one wants to get pink slips. It usually carries the bad news of unemployment . . . well there is another kind that will kill you if you don't watch it!

You think I'm kidding, don't you? I have proof. These were collected in under two weeks.

Check these out. I was just cruising through life, finally broke down and went to the doctor because I decided that coughing for 14 months was long enough, OK it had gotten so much worse when I got the flu and there was burning in my chest. She prescribed some very innocent looking little capsules, almost made me almost sicker than the flu did.

About the time I got over that, I went to urgent care on a Sunday morning (UTI), because I wasn't going to make it until Monday morning. Got a pink slip.

Next, was a visit to the women's center for that check up, the one that led to an explanation of certain art work by Gabriel. Got a pink slip.

Next I went to my favorite podiatrist, got told I just wouldn't be able to walk, try riding a bike, twice as far as I was walking since it expends less energy. (Can you tell that he doesn't have a very wide derriere' with no padding where it counts?) It was pretty fun watching the faces on the receptionist desk when I told them, "it's official, I'm a hypochondriac!". Got a, you guessed it, pink slip.

Next I went to see an ophthalmologist in Phoenix, I know, slow learner. Got a referral for a different ophthalmologist . . . . and of course, I got a pink slip.

All this has led to a broken down, tired , half blind ole lady who "can't " walk for exercise (watch me, not done with that one!) who needs to keep one eye (good thing since one isn't working so well) on one of the girls and go back in six months to see if anything has changed. Hello . . . it's changed!

So next week I am off to Phoenix again, to get my next pink slip and make a couple of appointments to get some more. Will I survive all these pink slips? Sure, I am from some crazy genes that just keep on going, and going, and going . . . . kind of like that obnoxious little pink bunny.