They tell me cat videos are ubiquitous on the Internet…
Yep. Ol’ Guffaw is sixty-frickin’-three today!
It’s been said I don’t look a year over 68… :-)
Seriously, I’ve many gifts for which to be thankful…
A roof over my head
Family and friends
If I knew I would be living this long, I’d have taken better care of myself.
Now, I figure a good burger or pizza, with an occasional beer is better than a skinless chicken breast or tofu with green tea.
I know I probably won’t live as long, but I will enjoy it more.
Billy Shakespeare said that.
I’d a recent experience, wherein I left a blog post comment @ one of my blogfriend’s™ blogs. A few minutes later, it occurred to me that I’d addressed him by someone else’s name!
And there was no method in his blogging software by which I could make a correction.
(I did go back and make a second comment, apologizing.)
This reminded me of a year-or-so ago, when a kind soul sent me a few dollars on my sidebar Paypal link. (hint, hint). It was late, I was preparing to retire, and had taken my evening meds. (HALF of the medication I am prescribed has possible side effects of memory loss!)
And I thanked him profusely, using a wrong name!
Then, I sent him another email, apologizing. Hopefully, I got it right the second time(?) I’ve not heard from him ever again.
At least, in the few significant personal relationships I’ve had in my lifetime with the opposite sex, I’ve not uttered another woman’s name whilst in flagrante delicto!
I don’t think? I wasn’t on this kind of medication, then…
I don’t know…
(Via Theo Spark)
This is sheer BALONEY writ large.– Here’s some nanny government, leftist, multi-culti, envirowhacko agenda shenanigans to be aware of.A few days ago the World Health Organization (WHO) released a report saying bacon, and other meat is bad for you and suggests that eating meat is as dangerous as smoking.– WTF? Really? You wouldn’t shit me now, would you?Of course, this is a UN organization and about half the names on their ‘report’ suggest a religious and/or cultural rejection to consuming pork and beef.– That’s just a coincidence, right?Let’s connect some dots before deciding.– Two weeks ago the Federal Government took bacon off prison menus and said it was because the prisoners “didn’t want bacon.” They then almost immediately reversed that decision because of the outcry from prisoners.– In May 2013 AP reported that WHO said people should eat more insects, that it was good for you, and good for the planet.– Look at the attached photo from 2008. It was taken at a UN Food And Agriculture expo promoting eating insects.Yeah, there is a clear “pattern” here, and it’s not a good one. It is chronic and persistent social engineering from the cultural Marxists who refuse to grasp that some things are simply “none of their damned business.”.Now I’m hungry for some bacon to go with my breakfast eggs (remember when the “experts” said eggs were bad for us, only to be proven wrong?).– Maybe a nice hot-dog for lunch, followed by a steak for dinner. Make that a grilled steak in honor of all the global warmunists that tried to outlaw backyard grills to “save the planet.”
Long time readers of my drivel know that one of my go-to sources for life hacks is The Art of Manliness.
When it comes to stuff my father didn’t teach me (because he didn’t make the time, or didn’t know – he wasn’t malicious in his errors) TAoM covers many of the bases.
Everything from how to shave to how to escape quicksand (and more) are covered!
Sometimes, the subject matter in basic, i.e. how to balance a checkbook. Other times it’s more philosophical…
Surely a delicate and difficult issue for most of us.
There are people in my own history whom I have offended, and to whom I’ve made amends. Some have returned as friends, others have not.
The important thing is to not remain in toxic relationships, lest they damage your own psyche!
Once upon a time…
A friend with breathing and heart issues (mentioned before in these pages) was recommended by their pulmonologist to wear an apparatus whilst sleeping.
To measure whether or not they were getting enough oxygen while they were asleep.
A small device – a wrist watch apparatus connected to a finger tip thingee – much as they use at doctor’s offices and hospitals to measure oxygen absorption. To be worn during a minimum of five hours of sleep.
The machine was delivered, and it was asked it be left outside the door for collection the next day.
A one-night procedure.
And so it came to pass.
A poor night’s sleep ensued.
Including a number of visits to the loo.
Upon awakening, the patient stretched, and a voice was heard emanating from the wrist watch device, “Good morning, XXXXXX!”
This scared the living hell out of the patient, as they thought this was a data collection device and not a surveillance-two way communication device!
Good thing they watched PG-rated television at bedtime, instead of something less of a more adult nature…
Medical surveillance, indeed!
I’m sitting here this morning (actually, a couple of days ago), doing my morning routine: shower, dress, morning rituals, medications, the all-important diet soda, the GiA blog, reading other blogs, news and emails…
Waiting for the stopping point. When my muscle pain and diabetic neuropathy kick in! Sometimes in an hour, sometimes more.
Pain in my extremities, feet, legs and even hindquarters. From SITTING for chrissake!
AND, I already took medications!
And I remember being young. Well, younger…
Lifting weights, walking long distances, jogging, karate – even with a fused hip! And the hot shower accompanied by perhaps a couple aspirin did the trick.
Well it did in my 30’s.
But alas, no more.
And I remember older people from my youth, whining and complaining about this pain or that ailment, and me having no understanding.
And even thinking it was funny.
Karma IS a heartless bitch!
And then I think of Bob, a recent 1/2 leg amputee currently braving throat cancer, and my attitude improves…
Gratitude, my friends, is the key!
So, it’s another Father’s Day.
This is my twentieth without Molly around.
My own father lost a son (my twin brother – name unknown to me), and a daughter, through a previous divorce. He was not around to suffer the loss of Molly. If he had been, I could have asked him how he dealt with such ephemeral matters.
I guess I know, at least in part, how he dealt – he drank and he overate.
Traits familiar to me.
Fortunately, I’m not an alcoholic and am dealing with my food issues.
If only I knew how to deal with the issue of loss.
Guess I am, in reality. I’m still here. And I have the love of my friends and family.
And that, my friends, is everything.
Go and hug your children and tell them you love them! Because you never know.
Will the blockage disappear ?
(with apologies to The Stones)
Probably before you read this blog post, my roommate J, good friend, landlord, and hairdresser extraordinare, will be undergoing an angiogram. That is exploration of the heart muscle via a tiny camera.
It seems doctors think she might have a blockage, making half of her heart not work as efficiently as the other half!
The good news is that, unlike in days of yore, the current procedure is mostly outpatient. If a blockage is located, either medication will be prescribed to dissolve it, or a stent will be implanted during the angiogram. This is all dependent on the size of said blockage. If a stent is used, she will be required to stay overnight.
Once again, I get to play dog wrangler. This is not a problem.
We (the critters and I) are all anxious for her return – either later today or tomorrow. Logistics involving our cars made it impossible for me to drive her. A good friend is there for her during the procedure.
Please keep a good thought. If you are a praying kind of person, doing so would be appreciated!
She can come home after three hours!
At a cost!
Vets told they can ‘buy back’ 2nd Amendment rights
‘This is illegal and is called extortion’
A close friend has fallen on some hard times, mostly because of health-related issues. As a result, they have missed work, and as a result, have missed income. (This is not my story.)
They obtained Obamacare last year, believing all the promises made public. And they were obtaining top-notch medical care. Seriously.
And all was right with the world.
Until the end of the year, when they were advised, yes, they could keep their insurance. If they could pay ANOTHER $300 a month (on top of the $200+ they were already paying directly – the gov’t was paying $400 on top OF THIS!) Our tax dollars at work!
SO, they went searching, and determined, based on their drop in income, they could qualify for Medicaid. (A State-run, federally funded insurance for low-income folks).
They jumped through all the hoops, provided all the documentation, and became insured once again.
And all was, once again, right with the world.
They were told they would have to requalify every six months, and could then make choices regarding which insurance they could have, of the few available.
They obtained some medical care and tests. And prescriptions. And made a carefully-studied choice regarding which company would be their next insurance.
And heard nothing.
And the six-month boundary passed. Again, nothing. No company literature, no insurance ID, no specifics.
And care, tests and prescriptions continued to be covered by the initially-assigned company.
And attempts to obtain an insurance ID card and literature on line required their insurance ID number. Which was on the card. Which was not in their possession.
And more tests were scheduled and appointments made.
Then, yesterday, after business hours, their pharmacy called to advise they had received notification the insurance had changed, and they would need a copy of her new carrier’s ID card.
The one not yet received.
And they have many tests scheduled, for serious maladies. Heart and breathing related.
What were those promises, again?
I suspect they will be many hours on the telephone and on-line today.
The adventure continues.
Keep a good thought.
If stress wasn’t part of the list of maladies, it certainly is now…
(This just in. They were able to make telephone contact this morning. They must CALL BACK Thursday or Friday to get the matter resolved, as the company had no idea who they were!!!)
I LOVE bureaucracy!