DON'T DRINK THE WATER!

Sometimes I try to think of instances that will shock my brain into coughing up memories that are noteworthy.  Talking with Bill, not making him aware of my real intentions, may sometimes have positive results.  There again I need his undivided attention, we need to be on the same page.  Depending on the moment, Billy Boy needs to be "in the moment" otherwise it can be very frustrating.  Much like the selective hearing process, you have to know your audience, in this case the Egg-Nazi.  Channel surfing, re-hashing his golf game, watching his favorite sport's moments,  is not the time to pick his brain.  This is when you tell him things you really don't want him to remember:  how much money was spent shopping, a scratch on the car, things along that line.  So, when I say "Billy, pay attention, he'd better!" 

Today, after a trip to my Doctor, was just such a day.  Returning home before he did, I knew he'd love to relay the news of the community, so I let him.  Eventually he'd get around to, "So how did you make out at the Doctor?"  I really can't blame him, all the stomach issues I have been enduring, all the testing I have been going through have revealed little more than, probably a reaction to your blood pressure medicine...so they change it.  Last week I endured a colonoscopy and endoscopy all on the same day.  Other than an irritation in the lining of my stomach, it revealed nothing.  That's good but it is also very bad, because every few days, my innards feel like crap.  Today the reason emerged....a funky bacteria, diagnosed through a biopsy taken last week.  It is in my stomach, hence the irritation.  Also revealed, chronic gastritis and chronic inflammation of the intestines, probably caused by the bacteria.  Once we rid my body of the "enemy" hopefully the chronic irritations, will be few and far between.  My question to the Doctor:  "How did I get it?"  Pretty straight forward question, answer not so simple.  Food perhaps.   Did I arrive in Florida with it? Maybe, maybe not!  Water the most likely culprit.  I cringed as she spoke those words.  How I longed for the great tasting, crystal clear, refreshing waters of Fred's News.  I no longer drink coffee, yet I adored the coffee of the former Fred's News.  Oh, the ice tea........thirst quenching and so refreshing, on the hottest summer day!  Even the ice cubes made every drink, the best.  If you crave water, she informed me, drink bottle water.  "You don't drink tap water, do you?", she questioned.  "You shouldn't, even though it is treated.  This is a hot climate, you can never be sure"  GREAT! DON'T DRINK THE WATER, I am never going to watch that TV program "The Monsters Inside of Me" AGAIN!  Tomorrow I have to start a regimen of antibiotics for two weeks.  Dear God, that is fourteen days, if I feel like crap now, I can only imagime what the gut will feel like in FOURTEEN DAYS.  3000mg of antibiotics and 60mg of something to coat my stomach, daily, while putting myself through this crap. NICE!  Mr. Bill's eyes were opened so wide, saying nothing, he just stared at me.  After what seemed an eternity, "Well at least it's not all in your head!"  No, dear it's in my stomach!  "Don't you miss the water at Fred's?" he longingly asks.   Absolutely Mr. Bill, absolutely!