I should be sitting at Dale Hollow right now on my favorite spot with All Pro FNF rod in hand, Duck Red and Chart jig tied on with some Garlic Fish Dope on the jig head, 11 foot leader making cast down my favorite spot just waiting for Mrs. 5lb Brownfish to come and join the party. Insead I am sitting here typing on this stupid laptop with an incision so deep you can bury your hands past your wrist inside my abdominal area. LIFE STINKS, can't even get a month where my body will co-operate and let me FNF fish with my buddy's. Supposed to Defend the Billy Westmoreland Title from last year with Catchemall, NOT, Supposed to fish with my buddy Chunknwind this weekend, NOT, Supposed to fish with EASmallie this coming week, NOT, Supposed to fish with my buddy Bill haunet on Friday, NOT, supposed to fish with my buddy 3sons just about every day of the month, NOT. LIFE STINKS and my body has let me down again. What a kick to the gut. How much can a fella take in his life? Sick and tired of hearing, "it will get better", "the Lord only puts on you what you can candle", "what does not kill you only makes you stronger", "blah blah blah blah" Give me a terminal disease, one with a date in minde, give me 6 months to live, 6 weeks to live, 6 days to live, not this hinky dory bull crap that I go thru over and over and over. Supposed to have Gall Stone and Kidney Stone surgery in January and now that is moved out to the end of 2011 because of my emergency infected abcess surgery last friday. Just keep adding the years on and on and on, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, and now 2011. Keep them coming because I don't care anymore. I will not plan anything EVER again. Tired of planning something and then my body lets me down like now. Never been so low in my life. Thanks for those that sent well wishes in your emails, pm's, phone calls and such. No disrespect but I have given up on well wishes and hoping to get better becasue that is not goin to happen.