….with the toaster. Just sayin’. I wanted to be generous and share that tidbit of wisdom with you all. I would hate for you to waste your time (just like I did) trying to cram a can into the slots on a toaster & figure out why the hell the can won’t open. Let me be the one to tell you – it doesn’t work. Put the toaster up and grab the can opener instead. It will make your day so much brighter.
I met my new primary care doctor today. After a bit of back & forth, he finally figured out that I will not be a passive patient who agrees with every single thing a doctor thinks is best for me. I let him know that I am a PARTNER in my own health care. After a bit of pouting, he came around. Good boy.
My blood pressure is back down to normal ranges with the aide of some Verapamil. Sheesh. More pills. More man made toxic shit to shovel through the orifice otherwise known as my pie-hole mouth. I suppose I should get used to it since it doesn’t seem modern medicine is doing anything more for us other than creating new little combinations of toxic shit (in various colors for our pleasure I’m sure). The thing that scares me the most right now about the state of my healthcare is insurance – I hope that my provider continues to cover the medicines and treatments. I hope that my life (and yours) is valuable enough for the insurance peeps to continue allowing me the toxic shit that seems to make my body work a little more like it’s supposed to. I guess we’ll all find out in a few months, eh?
Oh! I want to take this opportunity to welcome back into my life an old but not forgotten friend… the drunk chicken! He has returned.
Lovely. He showed up Friday night with about 1:34 left in the first quarter of our final football game. I spend my time on the sidelines taking pictures as most of you know. I didn’t get hardly anything of the last game. The old legs just simply quit working. I hobbled my lard ass off the field and over to the field house area where the other coach’s wives/kids hang out during games. I think they were a bit shocked at my chicken walk. They haven’t seen this side of the beast yet so I imagine it was unsettling.. I know it was. Before I got to my destination I had one wife on the left arm, another on the right arm, and a third behind me ready to catch said ass should it head towards the ground. I felt bad… I have tried to explain to some folks about what happens with the weather but I guess hearing the words and seeing the chicken are two completely different things.
Can you believe Thanksgiving is next week? Coach gets a solid 5… count them… 1,2,3,4,5… days off work. We are going to visit my mom for the holiday. I’m really looking forward to it. The thing that’s killing me right now about the holidays… we aren’t to Thanksgiving yet and in the neighborhood next to the tin can community in which we reside there are many homes with Christmas lights glowing. Man o man. Can we get one holiday out of the way first? I don’t understand what this need is to make Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas into one holiday lumped together. There is a bunch of life in between those holidays. And then today I hear that Wal Mart is changing Black Friday to Black Thursday/Friday. We have turned into a society of consumers. The holidays aren’t even holidays anymore. It’s a giant 3 month long shopping spree.
Saturday & Sunday were slow, restful days. Coach was home for most of the weekend… of course, he slept. But that’s okay. 6 months of 14 hour days, 7 days a week would probably tire just about anyone out. I figure he’s going to sleep for the next month before baseball gets started. We watched a butt load of football though. Between college & pro games there certainly is no lack of the sport.
Cool front came in this morning… weeeeee! It’s 71 degrees and overcast right now. The perfect day. Tonight it will drop into the 50’s… and this will be our weather until Wednesday at which time it is projected to shoot right back up to 88 for the high.
And I will leave you with this:
“The trouble with reality is that there is no background music.” –anonymous