Baby, are you sleeping again? Or did you fall off the deep end?

I was inside my regular doctor's office this afternoon for the first time in more than a year. It was a peculiar experience, by which I mean I correctly predicted that my vitals would show my heart rate and blood pressure trying to climb through the ceiling and go home. Since, counter to the doctor's expectations, my X-ray was clear, I've been sent home with a different course of steroids on a presumption of really stubborn bronchitis. Maybe I shouldn't have been rooting for it after all. I shotgunned a dozen shrimp dumplings, finished watching an episode of Columbo, and fell into my celebrated impersonation of a recumbent effigy. Not depicted: the immovable kitten curled into the crook of my knees, who made it very difficult to get up.