Hi folks, this is David. I have to regretfully announce that we're not going to be releasing

a full episode this weekend, and we'll instead release Season 5 episode 10 next weekend.

You see, I've been quite ill for the past week, having something akin to a combination

of leprosy, scurvy, and rabies, I think, but I don't want to overstate it.

Anyways, I'm on the mend, and we'll return to work and have the next episode ready and

waiting next Sunday. But on occasions like this, I don't want to send you away with nothing

to slither into your ears. So thanks to our good friend, author Edwin Crowe, I have a story

for you which I can very much relate to these days. The young man in this story is struggling

with a mysterious illness, one which is being treated by his physician father. And as he

struggles to comprehend what his body is going through, he recognizes the importance of letting

his ordeal be known before it's too late. So I can share this man's sentiments when he,

or we, proclaim, I don't want to die without anybody knowing.

Just one more injection, and we will be done today. My dad promised,

No, please, they make me feel sick. I said, pleading with him,

I am your father and a doctor, I know what's best for you. He demanded as he grabbed hold

of my arm and stuck the needle in. I let my body go limp, knowing there was no point resisting

any further. I watched his immaculately manicured thumb push down on the plunger, the vial looking

orange liquid entering my flesh. The familiar burning sensation courses through my veins. I cringed

at the pain. In the last week, my skin as yellowed bruises covering my body. That's a good

boy. My dad said with a nervous smile, it won't be for much longer. Remember to use the bucket if you need to.

He packed up his retro doctor's bag and left my bedroom. I sighed and sunk back into the bed,

trying not to vomit. It was six weeks since my mother died. By the state of my body, I don't have much

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