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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Nothing Obvious - Knock Wood

Today-ay-ay-ay (echo-echo) I went back to el-quacks and had the Doppler (a glorified ultra sound) run on my foot and leg. The visual inspection part of it yielded no obvious signs of blood clots. However I'm reminded it still has to be looked at in the lab or whatever. I wonder of Igor works there?

And of course they took some more blood to see if my liver has any abnormalities as per last time - blah blah blah - just to be on the safe side. I go back the 30th to see what the results are and all that jazz and hope my foot will be back to normal by then.

Presently the swelling goes down to near normal over the course of the night and swells up some during the course of the day and looks to be an every day occurrence for the last three days. A few minutes ago I for whatever reason darn near passed out. My head went wagga- my guts felt queasy and my good leg was buckling while on my crutches. Luckily the kitchen table chair was handy and I made a mad desperate grab for it.

I'm still feeling queasy and light headed as I write - so I'll go and take a nap and see what that does for it. If I don't wake up - Its been real people. I think I'm kidding about not waking up - even so, ya never know when your number is up. Anyone of us could check out at any time for any number of known and unknown reasons. So let me say - especially of the regulars and semi-regulars.., you peeps are kind of like family and I've always enjoyed the few and or many exchanges we've had over time. It truly has been a delight spending virtual time with you all.

Nighters!

Posted at 01:50 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

A Man's Home Is His Castle. Or is it?

Yurts. AbbyNormal wrote about them. Yurts. What are they? Awe, now ya went and Yurt my feelin's. They originate from ancient nomadic tribes and rather than explain it to you in depth - click me - to read more about them.

Over the yurts have been built with various materials. From sod grass walls to saplings to tent like structures supported by light weight wood strips fastened together in an accordion fashion and covered with modern insulated blankets. You can live in em but you cant make music with them. Go figure.

I have always - well, not always, because always wouldn't be right. After all I never heard of Yurts till about 15 years ago. Well - thats not quite right either because on hind-sight I think I read about them in school books many eons ago but probably didn't pay it much mind till about 15 years ago or so.

So anyways - I almost always thought about building a yurt. Can a man build one all by himself without giving himself a hernia? I hear its been done. Fact is I read about a man who built a log cabin by himself. Even saw the video. It was remarkable. Takes thinking things out in advance though. It really does. Welp - looks like I'm out of luck then. I don't know what I'm going to do or even write about from one moment to the next. I like to make it up as I go along.

Actually I don't like to make it up as I go along. Its what happens in between the action and inaction that I fond most rewarding. What does that mean, you asked??? How should I know. I'm making this up as I go along. Obviously you're memory is impaired. But thats okay. I like mentally challenged people. Birds of a feather ya know. <wink-wink>

Posted at 10:13 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Mein Foot Talk

Mein Fut said to his brother Foot, "Foot, are you alright? You no look so good". Foot looked at Fut unt said, "Funny you should say that Fut. I feel puffy all over and achy."

"Maybe you have the foot-flu, Foot", suggested Fut. Foot pondered a moment unt replied, "I don't think so." I tried to go to the foot-doctor but he said "GOUT!" and so I left."

Fut was horrified, "The nerve! Telling you gout after just getting there." - Foot agreed whole heartedly, "But I guess that makes him true to his hypocritic oath." Fut Laughed at Foot, "That joke was just too corny"

The above was written out of complete and utter boredom and lack of anything to blog about at the moment. There was no intent to insult any feet and any resemblance to feet living or dead is pure coincidence. No toenails were ever endangered at any point, as stunt doubles were employed in any given dangerous sequence

Posted at 08:26 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Monday, January 16, 2006

Back to The Wizard of Oz Today

And so the doc is impressed with the improvement but advises to keep the foot elevated until completely well. I go in this Wednesday to get some sort of Doppler thang done on my foot to look for blood clots and stuff. Cool or what!?

The Gout test game back negative but have some bad numbers on my Liver and thus I need more lab work - blah blah blah. I'm not sure what that means in the long run but they may have to change my Zocor cholester-oil lowering drug.

I'm hoping this foot nightmare will end by the end of this week. If things keep going as they are - I shall see it come to full fruition! **knock wood**

Thats all folks. Oh and Abby and Penny.., I'm running black market on prison rats now. Only you gotta provide the rope to drag them to your cells from mine. Call me da Rat Man!

Posted at 12:49 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Sunday, January 15, 2006

Solitary Moments

The sun-traced shadows moved ever so slowly across the cell floor as I watched a cockroach skitter across the zebra'd shadow zone up the wall and out the bars to freedom while I choked back raw emotion and etched another mark on the wall, counting the days as they dwindled by.

A feeble rat infested mat lay in the corner, serving as my bed. A worn out thin sheet was my blanket and part time confident. Lonely cries echoed in the distance from other cell mates. 'How many," I wondered. 'How many others are here? Five? No more than six.'. It was hard to tell because I haven't seen any of the faces associated with these bitter sounds, distorted by long dank hallways.., sounding almost like Humpback Whales at sea. That lonely cascading wailful droning.

I reach down and touch my injured foot. At least the swelling has gone down more. Its almost back to normal. One of the screws dropped in and told me I could see the camp doctor tomorrow If I follow orders and do what I was told. I still haven't forgotten that beating on my last escape attempt. My foot is a reminder of that event.

Ah! What's that I see near my mattress!? A single chard of a Frito's chip!! I scramble over quickly before the rats can spot it and carry it away. Grabbing it I stand on my one good wobbly leg - "You kin beat me all yew like - but yew'll nawt be taken' muh FRITOOOOOES!"

Posted at 06:42 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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