Doc is sending me to the Liver Clinic at Good Sam. hospital where supposedly they are using new drugs. I'll probably have to have a biopsy. I'm waiting for them to call me. I feel like somethings wrong in my body and I don't have long to live. I'm tired and in pain. The chiropractor is straightening up my back. My body will be long, tall and straight when they burn it. What's the point? I feel like I'm just wasting my money. Just let nature take it's course. My wife will be left with more money. "Gloom, despair and agony on me. Deep, dark, depression, excess misery. If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Gloom, despair and agony on me. " by Hee Haw.