Ok, well after the bright ray of sunshine that was my last blog entry, I thought I would dig deep into myself and find something positive and happy to talk about this week!  Yeah, remind me never to do any of THAT crap again.  When I reached in, what I found was a canker sore!  Yes, a nice one, but not on my cheek, or under my tongue no , this one had to come from the darkest insides of my body.  Yes, this is a canker sore you'd find on an episode of House M.D. or ER, with several doctors rushing around in their white coats trying to make witty remarks about how to save my life all the while managing the subplots that happened in their lives while I was at the hospital, undergoing LP's, MRI's, and having to be trached.  OK, so maybe it's not that bad but I've never had one like this before.  This one is on the back of my throat, or back of my tongue or something.  REALLY annoying.  Feels like something is stuck in my throat, but nothing is there.  It's not impeding my ability to talk, eat, cough or breathe (and at least two of those are on my high priority list).  I'm drinking cold water and eating mints like a madman to soothe it, because even if I had real medicine for it, I couldn't apply it.  I'd have to take the medicine, put a drop on my finger, stick my finger in my throat and wind up gagging and throwing up like one of the stars of 'The Simple Life', or 'Georgia Rule', or anything else on Nickelodeon.  Oh well, it isn't QUITE that bad.  But I shudder to think...puking while having a canker sore?  OUCH!