Nature of illness: r/o dying.
Yep. Shuffling off my mortal coil...about to run down the curtain and join the bleeding choir invisible.
The call-taker at work, not catching the reference, actually asked me to spell "mortal coil" then asked if that was work related.
Yeah, we only hire the finest cultural philistines at my place. Maybe I shoulda put it in rap form. They'd have all instantly understood that.
I explained that it was a sudden vision problem, as in "I can't see my ass going in today."
And someone really needs to explain to these freaking dogs why this is NOT a good time to start another round of "Wookie Wrestlemania" in my bedroom and on. My. Freaking. Bed.
I will miss them if they don't stop..
Peace out, y'all. Powering down.
Cue lame public service commercial.
Cue National Anthem.
Insert test pattern here.