Oh, yeah. I don’t like it. I am just as sure as I can be that nobody wants to hear the details of my hemorrhoid surgery. So many older people just want to go on and on about their medical issues and I don’t know why. I hope to hell I never become one of them. Unfortunately, Rick is one of those…but it’s not because he’s older. It’s because he’s a gossip and always has been. His whole family is. I finally had to shut him down, in no uncertain terms to quit blabbing to his family about every little check up and irregularity I had. In fact, he’s the real reason I lost my teaching job when I was in the hospital in 2012. He kept my boss up to date on every little thing, every little hiccup, and making it all so dramatic, to the point she was convinced I had permanent brain damage. She wasn’t the only one in town that believed that, either, thanks to his gossip. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to deal with my explosive diarrhea. I think there is blood in it too. Or no…I think that’s just a small tear in a blood vessel near Myanus.