Confessions From the Death Bed

A few days before my last post I was getting a bit of a sore throat but didn't fret much confident it would be like my last several colds and amount to nothing. Thus far it has cost me 5 vacation days and $230 in Dr bills and I am fretting about it plenty now!

I just don’t understand it. My tried and proven remedy of one to two full days of vicks vapo rub, chicken soup and old war movies has never failed me before. I think the mistake was substituting Crimson Tide for Das Boat. Both are excellent submarine movies but obviously Das Boat has much more healing power to bad chest colds. What was I thinking?

Well as we enter week 3 of no energy, no voice and no sleep I managed to spend the better part of a day reading Miata V8 build threads. I started noticing dates on people’s posts. As in several posts were months or at times years apart. You know that sick feeling I had of when the Camaro hood left? It came back with a vengeance after reading a guy took – wait for it – FIVE YEARS to convert his Miata! Oh no. OH NO what have I done??

What kind of a nut case would put in writing his plan to turn the key in 3 months, 21 days and 19 hours? Who am I kidding to think I can pull this off? I haven’t touched one bolt on either engine yet! The light is growing dim and the world is fading from view…

I’m sure it’s just the fever talking but there are days I feel like this little guy who I discovered behind the bumper on the Camaro. I’m sure he had no idea what he was getting himself into either!!