Comic for Thursday May 15th, 2003

I officially now have medical, dental, etc, etc insurance. Soon as I can, I will report to the dentist to see what he can do for my teeth and then shoot over to the doctor to get some relief for my asthma. My asthma isn't bad, but it really acts up in the morning. Around allergy season it gets to the point where it wakes me up in the early morning hours (i.e. 3-5) continually and then I wake up with an ear splitting headache in addition to not being able to breathe. It eases up to the point where I don't even notice I have it, but if I breathe out hard and fast I can hear wheezing. I can't wait to get that gone with.

Speaking of the doctor, anyone who knows me will attest to the fact that I would actually consider the argument of giving up a kidney to not get a shot. I wouldn't do it, but I'd cry and whine and seriously consider it. 

Segue to yesterday when I had to go in on a medical assessment at SU to make sure they weren't employing someone who was on their way to meet their maker and set them up with potential lawsuits and insurance claims or that I wasn't harboring some bacteria or virus that had beef with mankind. One of the things they make you do is get a TB test. I kind of paused for a moment, but remembered hey yeah... those are those tests where they stick you with this micro prong thing that barely breaks the skin. 

Wrong.

SU doesn't do the wussy version. They do the injection version. They informed me of this while they were trying to get a blood pressure reading. They gave up on that particular blood pressure reading. I admit I cried and whimpered and probably acted foolish, but again I am deathly afraid of shots. The deed was done and the nurse made me lie down for 15 minutes because she was afraid I might have hyperventilated myself into some dizzy spell. She even brought in orange juice and crackers.

I had some OJ and crackers. I lied down. I cried some more even after the shot was done cause my body just wasn't ready to be over the shock yet. I do not kid you. This is how much I fear the needle. The nurse came back in and tried to take my blood pressure again. She dismissed the second reading and told me they would just check it when I came back to get my TB test reading.

All I can say is that I must really like this job.

Spirit Eighteen right? Right. I liked how I drew each panel. Sometimes after I draw the panel, I realize that it didn't come out like I wanted it to be, but came out well enough to keep. I will tell you that some panels look better as just line art and others just start cranking with color and effects all added in. Panel 1 and 2 are great examples of this. Just on paper, I loved panel 1, but as it stands it lost a little something to me. Panel 2 on the other hand looked kind of weak on paper, but now looks pretty decent in its final form. That's just the way it goes sometimes I guess. 

River is sleepy.