Happy Anniversary
Today is the 4th anniversary of FinermanWorks. In that time, I have endeavored to entertain, edify and shamelessly infatuate you. How am I doing?
Of course, I am resigned to post-humous acclaim, but I am in no particular rush. So I can’t say that I was thrilled to become sick: laryngitis and a nagging cough. My wife has been a veritable saint (actually she is probably delighted with my speechlessness) and she overcame my usual stoicism, forcing me to see a doctor. His diagnosis was “some bug” and I got a prescription for an anti-biotic.
The pharmacist will dutifully include a 15 page brochure on the medicine, replete with the most gruesome warnings. Here is the problem with antibiotics: I happen to be a biotic. In its zeal, the drug may be too anti. On the first page of the brochure, I was warned: stomach upset, diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain may occur. In fact, those tantalizing symptoms were cited four times in the first paragraph. By the fourth time, it is not a warning but probably a guarantee. Of course, there are other possible side effects, too: hearing loss, blurred vision, yellowing skin, fainting, internal bleeding and–ironically–bacterial infection.
Either way, the drug will take care of me. And so far, I haven’t had any of the guaranteed symptoms. If I had, would be I writing anything but my will?
Dear Eugene,
has it really been four years? Time flies when you’re being well-entertained – thanks for providing us with our RDAs of Irony. Here’s to the next four years!
All the best,
Rick
I’m still reading!
I had a headache yesterday. Matthew gave me some Ibuprofen and a few seconds later I said “Ahh, I can already feel it working.”
“That’s impossible,” he said. “Nothing works that fast.” I threw the bottle at him. Today when I had a headache, he brought me some pills and said “I hear these ones work instantly.”
Happy anniv. Eugene. I have enjoyed your offerings, often too ironic to respond to (ending sentence w/ a prep, ooops) At least the meds won’t abort the fetus or cause DTs. Get well soon. WHAT!!! You don’t have a will? Time is passing, pal.
Here’s to many more years, thanks
Kate
Kate,
Thank you. I believe that drug is used in exorcisms.
Eugene
Four years of erudition and wit is an achievement to be proud of (and there is nothing wrong with a dangling preposition). Hope you’re feeling better soon, but take comfort in the knowledge that laryngitis excuses you from complying with Talk Like a Pirate Day (today). Aaarrrrgh.
Thank you, Michele.
Ironically (my stock in trade), with my laryngitis I still participated in the choir during the High Holidays. Given the nature of the language, my Hebrew sounds better when I am rasping. (God must be tone deaf; otherwise, even He would have chosen the Italians or Irish for his Chosen People.)
Eugene
Happy 4th anniversary, Eugene! Except for the laryngitis and nagging cough, you are doing great. Your blog is candy for history buffs.
Dear Joan,
Thank goodness I have yet to run out of history or irony.
And thank you for your kind words.
Eugene