Wednesday, Feb. 09, 2005 8:18 P.M.
Thank you all for your comments. I talked again with Lori. Yes, the nurse can give her her meds when she gets the letter from the doctor. He just hasn't sent it yet. She sees them again in the next few days, so hopefully they will have it soon.
I received this in my e-mail from my neice in Arizona. I thought it was a hoot
Day 1:
We just celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary with not much to
celebrate. When it came time to reenact our wedding night, he locked
himself in the bathroom and cried.
Day 2:
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he
says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me
something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.
Day 3:
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Something must change soon.
Day 4:
I'm hoping for a miracle. It's called Viagra. I told him that if
he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night.
I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac Pills with the Viagra
Pills, hoping to lift something other than his mood.
Day 5:
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6:
Isn't life wonderful. But it's difficult to write while he's
exercising his new found MANHOOD.
Day 7:
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper.
He thought they were talking about him. But, I have to admit it's very
nice -- I don't think I've ever been so happy.
Day 8:
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of
mowing the lawn, he was using his "new" friend as a weed whacker. I'm
also getting a bit sore.
Day 9:
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10:
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so
much. What am I going to do?
Day 11:
I'm basically being screwed to death here. It's like living with
a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning pinned to the bed.
He's a complete PIG.
Day 12:
I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing makeup, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has
become dangerous...
Day 13:
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like
going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that
"Oops, sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.
Day 14:
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a Nun, but this just seems to make him hornier.
Help me!
Day 15:
I think I'll have to kill him. The cat and dog won't go near him
and our friends don't come over any more.
Day 16:
The bastard has started to complain about not getting enough. I
hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the
Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Day 17:
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any
difference! Here he comes again!
Day 18:
Aaaahhhh! He's back on Prozac. The lazy bastard just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and
expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss
I guess it's a case of be careful what you wish for, you just might get it! 
