In the parlor she softly strolled into the study carrying a dagger.  Before her sat Professor Plum in his cozy chair facing the fireplace, casually smoking his pipe, completely oblivious to the approaching figure dressed in a black and white french number.  Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back as he stood and screamed, "DOANS! I NEED THE DOANS!" - then as blackness washed across his vision he groaned a last.., "....never mind. I'm good", and then collapsed foreword into a heap on the floor.

 

~ FIN ~

 

            Here I am and I am writing something!!!  Yes, today I have thought about it and yes diddly doo, I am writing and there's little to be done to stop this insane process.  I guess one could feasibly just switch to another blog or trip elsewhere to a web site elsewhere - but c'mon! Why would you want to? Duh!

 

            I visited Old Doctor for the very last time Tuesday.  The results of the dopplar said I have no blood clots.  The result of the blood test (tested at Vlad Laboratories, Transylvania) and I have no hepatitis.  My liver problem may be related to the Zocor I take to control my Cholesteral, so Im off it for a while.

            Then I get brave and mention the foot pain and nocturnal swelling. The man all but rolls his eyes and dismisses it as the nothing to be concerned about. I kinda get the feeling he thinks I'm imagining the pain. Excuse me but I have a real distaste for doctors and hospitals and gots better things to do than to drag myself into his office for attention.

            The New Doctor phoned in the results Monday afternoon on the X-rays taken. No obvious bone breaks or micro-fractures and no noticeable soft tissue tears.  Was then asked if I wanted an MRI ran. Frustration sets in.., "No. I don't think anyone is going to be able to tell me anything so I'll just suffer.  Maybe it'll get better on its own." Grrrrrr.

 

            Anywho - I wanted to write something so yous mugs would know I'm still alive and well (knock wood) and hopefully the foot will get better on its own. I expect to get up one day soon and the pain be gone.  It wont be the doctors to take care of it - obviously.

            Today I decided I'm not going to write about anything. Why should I? Is there a rule that says I have to? No! Or at least I have not seen such a legal document.  So, there you have it. I shall not be writing about anything!  I have the law on my side with this do don't mess with me.  I'm friends with the Blog Police and the Blog Mafioso, so trust me, you don't want to press me on this.

 

            My mind has been made up, all of ten minutes ago.  You see, I spent most of the morning debating on what to write and had lots of things to write about.  I started writing on one thing, got hung up on it and deleted it. Then started writing on something else which hit snag then finally it hit me. Why write anything?? I don't have to! So I wont.

            Thats why I am writing you (the reader - if thats who you really are), to tell you I am not writing.  I realize some of you just cant get through the day without reading this blog and no doubt are in shock that I wont be writing today.  I am really sorry for this let down, but you really need to find something interesting to do since I'm not writing today. Yes, for today - you will just have to get by without my words of mind blowing wisdom and without my answers to the problems of the universal at large.

 

            If I were to write today I would have written about how the overall quantum matrix can be manipulated in such a way as to reverse time flow to a crawl, as well as be used to slide to parallel multi-universes by utilizing something called "dark substrate matter" and incologating it into a stream of quarks.  But no - I forgo that for today and refuse to say a word about anything. Well, actually I might say it - but will not be writing about it.  Herb - get your finger outta your nose! You didn't think I saw that eh? Yes I did, just like I saw Scott and KevenTheOneArmedBoy, shooting spit-wads at AbbyNormal and a screaming Ssprite.

                To whom it may concern. IT HUT! IT HUT!  Yesterday I went back to New Doctor and complained heavily about the pain, and the swelling at night.  The hospital sits right behind his clinic so he sent over me to get X-rays of my ankle, stating he'd call after he saw the X-rays.  Unlike Old Doctor who just took 2-Xrays of my foot - the horspital takes about six X-Rays covering various angles.  I guess thats good. Plus I got some new pain pills out of the deal.

                Trouble is - My younger brother (3 years difference) manned the post yesterday and was supposed to take messages - but true to form, he screwed it up. A doctor called but he assumed it was about my Dad and did not relay the message to anybody. By the time I got home New Doctor's office was closed.  I'm firing him as Message Boy.

 

            Foot started hurting bad around Midnight - took the pain pills. Waited for relief or at least the sleepy-bye effect to take hold. YES! It made me very sleepy - but not enough to get past the pain. And this night it hurt the worst ever since this mess started. So I got NO sleep, I am as cranky as a neutered horse and cant get any relief from said pain.

            A visit to the emergency room would get nowhere. So I wait for daylight - hoping the foot hasn't changed its like for day time. For whatever reason it seldom hurts really bad during the day - just at night. A nocturnal footy ache. Hah! Only in my world would something like that happen I guess, unless of course pains for you are always worse at night.

 

            Like the song says.., "I will survive".., despite how I feel. And while I'm on the subject of pain - I saw the 2005 remake of THE FOG.      If you never seen the original, "maybe" you would like this remake it a little. But I doubt it. Despite the rewrite, the original is far more entertaining that this film. All that hype for this new flick was a total let down. The special effects are okay - and I think they tried to make up for the lack of quality by throwing in a few panty bottomed ladies. Still don't work. There is no nudity per say except for a shower scene obscured by the defused shower glass door.

            Don't waste your money on it. You'll be glad you heeded my advice.  Tom Welling (Superboy/man of Smallville fame) while a good actor was simply not suited to his role in the film.  Instead spend your money on a good quality film like Abby recomends; "The Day After Tomorrow" -or- "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes"