David has returned from his glamorous trip with his glamorous boyfriend, but he is not feeling well, so I'm continuing to guest blog for him until he recovers from his glamorous illness.

There was another point in David's life at which he was glamorously ill and had an IV in his arm. He noticed an air bubble in the IV and was filled with terror, because he knew that if an air bubble gets into your artery you will have an embolism and die. However, he didn't want to cause a scene, so he just lay there quietly and didn't say anything. Finally, when he had about five seconds left to live, he called in the nurse. She told him he was being an idiot, and he lived. But the fact remains that David found it preferable to die of an embolism than to bother somebody and maybe make her annoyed at him.

Thank God somebody in this world besides me has his priorities in the right order.