Subject: Now They Tell Me
Date: 04 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Jim Vandewalker)
I didn't feel worth a durn when I got up this morning and got worse as the
morning went along. My head felt like it was stuffed with cottonwool, and
when I tried the six flights of stairs up to the office I had to quit at
four, puffing and dizzy.
I was a little better during the afternoon, and stopping off at the funeral
home to pick up some death certificates cheered me up some.
Then I got home and checked the mail and found out why I feel so rotten.
It's a disappointment too. I thought there'd be more of a release from
physical suffering, but I've still got the acid reflux and sciatica and
that ache-all-over feeling.
But I got a letter from the Veteran's Administration offering their
condolences for my recent death, so I guess I MUST be dead. I mean, it's
the GOVERNMENT. They KNOW this stuff don't they?