We’ve all wondered that, haven’t we? (especially after listening to ♫My Fair Lady♫?!)
Seriously, on a more earthly fashion, there are differences.
Witness THIS maker of equality…
While I have known a number of woman who have demonstrated their proclivity to ‘void’ in the wildness,
this device seems to take it up a notch!
How do I know about such a device? Knowledgeable women have shared such info with me.
And now, with age and infirmity, sometimes, I’ve a need for such a device! 😦
(fortunately, the come in pink, lavender, and – for the girl/guy on the go – KHAKI !)
(PS – I get NOTHING. FTC, go away!)
No, this is NOT a review of the TV show.
(I am not a regular viewer, nor a fan.)
It’s basically a send-up of the STAR TREK universe, with funny jokes and social commentary.
But the last episode (Majority Rule) was a cutting indictment of social media (Facebook, Democracy, anyone?)
The explorers visit a society wherein everyone at age eighteen they get a mandatory badge, containing a green up arrow and a red down one.
Any passers-by may choose to press one – or not.
Too many RED (usually do to some social faux paux) eventually gets one ‘reprogrammed’ (essentially lobatomized) . Escapees are killed.
Think Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery .
I unfortunately have friends who think The Electoral College should be eliminated in favor of Majority Vote. Resulting in a Ca./Ny national policy and leadership, undoubtedly.
Not only so they not understand history or The Constitution.
I would like them to watch this episode.
(Okay, you may now press my button.)
So, I scheduled to begin chemotherapy today. In a rather convoluted manner.
My oncologist applied for assistance, which meant Day 1, Friday was covered. I had to pay /day 2 – next Friday.
Week three was a week off!
And there was the Fourth Friday, which was covered again by insurance.
Then I was fully covered though the end of the year!
Obviously, I’m changing insurance next year for a lower catastrophic deductable!
The fly in the ointment? We’ve nor yet heard back from the assistance!
So were postponed until Tuesday!
It’s always something…
I returned from the oncologist yesterday with more specificity.
I have been diagnosed with Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma, double hit phenotype which is considered a more aggressive type.
This differs from the Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma which I contracted in 2010.
And the the treatment, while still outpatient, will be more rigorous.
Chemotherapy Treatment may begin as soon as next week, which means which means I may miss a few more keyboard days.
Please keep me in your thoughts, if that’s what you do.
(If it is, I will remove it!)
Over the past few weeks, I have become weaker. Lymphoma can do that. I’ve loss muscle-mass, making getting out of my orthopedic lift chair difficult, sometimes even impossible.
The chair herself is now broken and irreparable. Chair experts advise I am in need of a new one. This is not like buying an ordinary chair. They are build for patient height and weight, and many stores simply want to move them off the floor, patient need come-what-may.
And, of course, I’ve few funds.
My friend (an ex-gf) said she will set up a donation page toward this end. And my ex-wife (a different person!) told me she to help!
A quality chair can cost well over $1200, funds I do not have. And, given my circumstances I NEED a chair with a warranty.
And in the past month I have had to call the fire department FOUR TIMES to help me get out of my broken chair!
(How pathetic is that!)
Below is Judy’s Fundly Account she set up on my behalf. Of course, there is also the PayPal account on this blog.
If you can take action, terrific, GREAT! (and THANK YOU) If you are unable, please keep a good thought…
My friend Guffaw has been handicapped since he was 12. And now he has lymphoma for the second time. He cannot get up easily normally, but now is so weak, it is impossible. Help..
Things just ain’t working right today.
My body; my sense of humor; my computer.
Please send me a joke or a cartoon! (the email is in the sidebar)
I NEED TO GUFFAW!
aka a cheat for a blog post?
SO, I finished the blog, and began my best task, ignoring the next Wednesday task is laundry!
(which I abhor, but must be done!)
And I get a telephone message from my kidney doctor – DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND GET TO A HOSPITAL
Which I did.
Seems my blood test showed high levels of one chemical and dangerous levels of another!
What a way to start the day?
This was last Wednesday morning…
HE’S BA-ACK! (as of this Monday)
Aside from the illness issues, the saddest part was I broke my promise to you. Since March 5, 1911, I have written a blog post. Or two, three or four. DAILY.
But while in the hospital, I was unable to access my blog on my cellular telephone. NOT THAT I HAD ANY TIME…
There were tests, and blood draws and injections and largely inedible food.
And friends and family to remind me I had reasons for all this!
To get to the chase, I had HYPOKALEMIA (low blood potassium) and HYPERCALCEMIA (excessive blood calcium).
Many of the recommendations for each disease are opposing, i.e. one says drink more water, the other, less water!
AND, I get to visit many doctors, because it’s undetermined WHY this is happening.
(at least I am home!)
So, there I was in bed, about 0558. I usually arise 0600-ish.
And my insides strongly suggested we visit the bathroom , loo, necessary, the throne, the ‘fresher’.
So, I bolted out of bed ( as quickly as a crippled 64-year-old can!)
And I made it! (Well almost…)
Fortunately, I was able to hit the raised toilet seat.
Unfortunately, I slipped whilst trying to sit!
And, in trying to re-position myself, again slipped!
And found myself almost reclining, with not enough arm strength to maneuver.
And one leg to try to use (the right leg being fairly useless – fused hip and all)
After about 10 minutes or so of wasting my time, (I asked Judy to get my left shoe, and put it on my left foot-obtaining possible traction. Not enough.
I wrapped again on her door, to call the fire department, to pick me up.
(What joy f0r them, a scantily dressed man, somewhat ‘soiled’, in need of elevation)
In about seven minutes, they arrived, picked me up, made certain I could stand and was ambulatory. And left!
No medical check or questions!
Did they ask if anything was injured or broken? Heart attack? They didn’t even check my pulse!
There main concern was getting me into the shower…
AND, they left.
I showered, dressed, checked in with Judy, and began my day. Late!
(Don’t get me wrong! I am GLAD they were here to help. Just wish they were more concerned anout my health.)
(Sorry, couldn’t find a way to invert the first question mark in the title field!)
It’s been a while…
You may have seen some of these before,
They are worth a second look!
After all, this IS Guffaw in AZ!
(from The Art of Manliness)
Click on the above link – it’s a substantial article!
Of course, I suspect most of you out there have a passing familiarity with how to do this. I certainly do. When I owned my two-bedroom, one bath 740 sq ft house (for 18 years), I was a victim of three burglaries! And I cleared the house after each one.
And I was WRONG in so doing!
THIS IS WHAT THEY PAY THE POLICE FOR! My ego and sense of violation got the better of me. AND, I taught in every one of my classes to leave the scene and call the police.
(Those who cannot do teach?)
Still, it’s good to have this knowledge. What if no police are available?
But, regardless, it should only be done in exigent circumstances…