"Mike," he'd say, "have you seen that commercial for PBA ... Pseudobulbar ... it causes uncontrollable laughing and crying for no apparent reason? I think I have it."
It is true that Dad laughed a lot ... and he didn't mind crying ... and on occasion he couldn't control either but ...
"I think you're okay Dad," I replied.
"You think so Son?"
"Yeah, I think so Dad."
He'd be okay until he saw the next commercial.
It's been a week of sickness at our house.
Sarah went down first ... part exhaustion both physical and emotional ... led her to virtually collapse while ... continuing to go ... because the kids need this ... work needs that ... everybody wants something ... so she'd crash then fly ... then do it again.
She continues to amaze me and I'm beginning to believe she really may be Wonder Woman after all.
Then when she gets well, I get sick ... with exploding sinuses, ringing in my ear and a sudden exhaustion ... and like my wife ... I keep going ... working deals ... playing at the Nursing Home ... trying to raise money for things I believe in ... until I collapse last night on the sofa and sleep for almost 12 hours.
This morning I feel like a truck's run over me.
Sipping coffee I turn the television on and it's a Cialis commercial ... for erectile dysfunction.
The side effects are headaches, body aches and pains, upset stomach, mild dizziness, blurry vision, CONJESTION AND A RUNNY NOSE.
"Aw Shit," I say out loud and turn the television off.
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