A Day In The Life

OK. OK. One more post about me before I go back to bashing liberals which I promise to do tomorrow.

This morning was one of those mornings when I really love living in Georgia. When I went out to get the paper around 8:00 AM it was about 37 degrees and the sky was a nice Carolina blue without a cloud to be seen. Awesome!

At 10:00 when I left for my appointment with my urologist the temp was in the 40's. All I needed was a T-shirt and a flannel shirt. Threw the wheelchair in the truck bed and off I went. I usually use my wheelchair when I go to the doctor.

The first thing I needed to do was get some X-rays of my kidneys and ureters. Checking for stones I guess. I had to get undressed and put on that stupid paper robe. Geez! I'd just as soon strip down to my skivvies in the X-ray room. I spent two months in a rehab hospital with a catheter up my weenie and having to take a crap by having someone rotate their finger up my butt. Modesty? I got none.

Done with X-ray and then I went up to Urology. I had to fill out a questionaire. All the stuff on the questionaire is already in my medical records which are now computerized and available by the computers that are in every exam room. WTF? I felt like Arlo Guthrie on the Group W bench.

So then I got in the exam room and the nurse took my vitals. BP 120/70. Whoa! Awesome! The atenelol and exercise has lowered it from 150/95.

Saw the doctor. We talked about my multiple urinary tract infections. He thinks I get too many. No shit! It goes with being a paraplegic, Doctor Dude. Fix my bladder and sphincter to I can pee like normal people. But there was some good news. My PSA is .6. Then it was time for the digital probe. Here is the upside of being a cripple. Not only do I get good parking places, but I have no sensation in my butt so I don't feel the probing digit. Yeah, I know. Too much information. Thanks for sharing. You're welcome.

Got home and started working on tommorrow's liberal bashing post. I was gonna post that today, but I thought I'd do another post about me, me, me in case that booger eatin' moh-ron Chris came back and got pissed because I was writing about me, me me. Hey Chris! Go fuck yourself!

My cleaning lady showed up around 2:00 and I had to point out the new carpet at the door and the swiffer that my sister had me buy for her to clean the hardwoods. She was a little pissed that she didn't get a rise out of my sister since she had left the plantation shutters in disarray just to piss her off. My sister didn't even notice.

Then I went down to Shepherd for my normal workout. I go down there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I'm going skiing in February and I need to work on my upper body and my endurance. I want to ski the blues this year.

Shepherd got another NuStep machine. Now they got three of them so there is almost always one open. The NuStep is a machine that is like a stair stepper only on this one you can sit down. It's good for my hips. As anyone who saw me at Eric's knows, I don't do steps too well. I made a spectacular fall in his garage.

I got home and Gerry, my cleaning lady, was just packing up. She doesn't like the swiffer. She pointed out where there were streaks in the dining room that she couldn't get out. She knows what she wants and when she finds it, I'll buy it for her.

Dear Sherry. If you want Gerry to use the swiffer, you'll have to be here when she uses it to show her what she is doing wrong.

Looked at the TV listings. Holy crap! There is a Cream reunion concert on the local PBS station. That can only mean one thing. It's begathon time. They only put the good stuff on when they're begging for money. So what do I do? I got Dish TV's version of TiVo. I stop the TV at 9:00 and start writing this post. Then at 9:30 I start watching and fast forward through the begging. Ain't technology great?

So how were they? They were great! I am so sick of these reunion shows of groups that have to have additional singers, keyboard players, and guitarists. This was just Cream. Yeah, Jack Bruce can't hit the high notes anymore but he compensated. I've always liked his bass playing. He always provides a good bass run for Clapton. Always in key and always on rhythm. Interesting. Sometimes he plays a fretless bass. Clapton was Clapton. I always thought he did his best stuff when he was with Cream. These guys have all got to be over 60 and they still rock. Didn't do the Ahhhhh! in White Room, but those are high notes. Good stuff. Looking out at the audience, there were people who hadn't even been born when Cream was formed in the late 60's. I remember listening to Sunshine of Your Love in Viet Nam in 1969. The only thing they didn't play that I wanted to hear was Tales of Brave Ulysses.

On a side note, when they played Politician (Hey baby, get into my big black car), I remembered I had a friend in the 70's who did that in Ted Kennedy's voice: Hey ah Miss Kopechne, ah get into ah my big black ah cah.

So now it's time to check comments and see if there are any trolls who need whacking.

Good night.

Posted by denny at November 30, 2005 06:46 PM