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Thursday, January 12, 2006

Back From The Land of Oz

The waiting room. There he sat across from me. Mister Mouth. A stranger but it didn't take a genius to figure out he was all mouth, and he loved to talk. Yap, yap, yap, you couldn't switch him off. "Do you know how much it costs to have a tooth pulled" he asked me. "No," said I.

"A thousand dollars. Can you believe it? A thousand dollars" says he. I raised a brow, "Cant say I do believe it says I." and with that I hobbled outside for a breath of fresh air and to get away from brain boy aka Mister Mouth.

The nurse called me inside and I met with the Doctor. I knew I wasn't going to like this and half expected it. "Looks like you're going to the hospital on this one."

"Lets not and say we did", says I. "Lets do something else. I don't like that hospital of yours, I really don't". So we settle on a trial of new antibiotics and very strict rules of keeping off my foot and have it elevated above my heart 4 times a day, thirty minutes each session and no less.., more is better.

I go back Monday and if its worse or no better I go to the horspital. Of course if it gets worse between now and then I go to the horspital. Hopefully this new game plan will work. Also he FINALLY thinks to test for Gout - in which case Herb and a few others would have been right all along should the test turn out as such..

I gotta go now. Have to elevate that foot ya know. TTFN

Posted at 01:03 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Calling Dr. Seuss, Calling Dr. Seuss

It's about 2:am-ish and my foot looks like a baby Goodyear Blimp and is proceeding to swell up into my leg. The foot, is turning blue in places and dark red, almost purple in others. I popped a pain pill and thinking like I may be going to see Dr. Quack and demand something be done.

I'm not even sure he diagnosed the problem accurately and wish a million times I would have known what doctors were like in this area before I moved out here. Oh well. God forgive my aggravation. They say there is a reason for everything and I guess a lesson is in this somewhere. Besides just looking for another doctor that is. Trouble is I may have to travel a hundred miles to find a decent doctor. These guys around here don't seem to be with the program.

If by some chance the foot swelling is completely gone in the morning - I wont need a doctor. But then I've been thinking that for the last six days or so. Well - I am off to try and get some sleep. Prayers appreciated. Those who don't believe in praying - send money. Money may not be a good substitute but I'll take it just the same. Laterz

Posted at 02:12 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Pssst! I Got Something To Tell You

Your worst experience, what is it? I pondered this question and it's really not that easy. Better ask me, pick one of my worst experiences. Even then, I may recall most of them today, but tomorrow remember one that would have been begging to tell. But really - do you want to tell what your worst experience was (or is)? I guess that would depend on the nature of it and if it could be taken out of context.

Do I tell about the time I was nearly shot by a doped up drunken hippie or about the time I was almost blown away by a shotgun welded by a crazy old timer, or about the time when I was a kid the legendary "Old Lady Shotgun" threatened me and a friend, or about the time I was almost shot by a brick (a story behind that one, I guarantee)... yes - I've a history of nearly being shot.

Perhaps the worst date of my life or the woman who I was simply nice too who decided we had a deep relationship and smeared a girl of whom I did have an interest in, into the ground? Or maybe about ..., Oh man... too many to list, really and I'm not going to bore you with those lame details.

Speaking of lame - my foot is still swollen and hurts like.., like..., like... what ever it is that hurts really bad. If its not showing improvement by Thursday I go back to the doctor. I can get through most of the day but dread bed time or even taking a nap. When I get up and the foot hits the floor (you heard this before) my foot burns just as if I held it over a blazing fire. Talk about someone cry-babying - I do some major cry-babying, only without the tears - as bad as it gets, no tears. I guess its a man thang. **shrugs**

But really. Things could be far worse, so I am grateful that they aren't. No matter how bad things get, someone, somewhere always has it worse off and its all of too easy to lose sight of that. I thank God Almighty that I was fortunate enough to live in a country where we do have treatments and others don't. And I pray those poor souls who are not as fortunate, do get the help and blessings they deserve.

Okay I'm done yapping now. As you may have guessed, there wasn't anything to blog about so I thought I would just wing it and let things develop on their own, as it were. On a scale of one to ten, how'd I do?

Posted at 10:11 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Monday, January 09, 2006

Alan Pitts - A Heart of Gold

One of the best singer's I've known in the Country Music genre is a man named, Alan Pitts. After 911 he sat down and wrote a song which he hoped would be a blessing to the victims and America. A long story made short, some big wigs heard of his song, flew him to New York to record it - and instead of selling it using proceeds to aid 911 victims, they buried it and his contract for his own song became a nightmare.

"She Still Stands Tall " was written from the heart and can be heard by going to Soundclick - [click this link]. I lost contact with the man, but should you venture there - and make contact with Alan, tell him "Daveman from the Road House sent you to his song" and let him know you appreciate his work (if you really do of course). A true American if there ever was one. Listen to and vote for his other songs while you're there and send a friend or two who might appreciate his music.

I recall the joys he shared with me as he sung for audiences across his Oklahoma, and the tears he shared with those in the audience who had been touched in some way or another by the fall of the Twin Towers in New York. The man has a pure heart of gold. He was another elite name on the Road House List.

[Alan also has a listing at GarageBands.Com where you can vote on his music, possibly win music and win him a recording contract. Alan Pitts alternate contact info there]

Posted at 04:19 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Zippity Doo Da

I got nothing. Dry as the Sahara. Maybe tomorrow. Brain hurt. Foot hurt. Pride hurt. My hurt, hurts. As soon as this foot gets over its swelling and condition - I'm making a rule to take walks more frequently and drag out the old dusty Total Gym 1000 and do something constructive with it - like hang mobiles from it or something.

Laterz

Posted at 01:12 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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