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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Ooo-Ooo Love Hurts

Anyone remember that song? "Love Hurts"? Thats what they say anyways. So for the last two nights and today I'm feeling major love. The foot thing again. New Doctor informs me there is no way that my foot can be causing me any pain, let alone the pain I describe.

Essentially - I take that as an insult. I wont go into the long drawn out story of yesterdays X-rays and the no show report and further refuting of my claims. I tell ya - I honestly dread even considering laying down to go to sleep. The pain is most intense at night when I try to sleep - and hence no sleep for the last two nights, getting only some cat-naps during the day in between the pain surges. The pain hits in a seizure fashion when I lay down in about an hour - and just keeps hitting off and on, just minutes apart.

So yes - if love hurts, I'm feeling it. Excuse me as I talk to my foot for a second - give me some privacy here folks....,

"Foot - we've been good friends for a lifetime but you're gunna have to stop loving me so much. I liked us best as just good friends. Oh c'mon! Don't give me that -wounded puppy dawg look! You know I cant deal with that. This doesn't mean we cant see each other. Quite the contrary. It's you and me to the end baby.., but I cant take the love anymore. Its killing me."

AHEM... anyways..., I hope your love live isn't hurting you as much as mine is me. Assuming love really does hurt, that is. I've gotta find a doctor that takes his patients at their word and doesn't call them a liar. I would far more appreciate a doctor what says.., "I gotta be honest. I don't know what the problem is at this point - so I'm sending you to see Doctor Specialist....". I respect an honest doctor. I really do.

--- I'm late this time in posting due to a problem connecting wit me dial-up ISP. Its nice to have someone to blame for something----

Posted at 07:57 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Bad People Never Believe They're Bad

TIP: #1,289

When lost in the woods, always remember a tree has bark all the way around. The trick is figuring out which side is north, south, east and west. For that.., flip a coin.

Yesterday afternoon and part of the night we had brain chiggers (snow) and while I couldn't say we had any deep chigger drifts I can honestly say it got really white. Of course it vanished as the sun arose the next day - the next day meaning today.. the Sundayeth. <a little ssprite ribbing there>

The brain chiggers made me think of way back eons ago when I worked at a North Little Rock Mall, I had the night shift due to an arm injury (life long habit) and so the nice bosses wanted to keep me working rather than let me sit drawing unemployment checks.

I wasn't allowed to help the night cleaning crew but walk the floor and make sure doors were locked, look for pre-soak areas where kids leave candy and what-knot thats not easily mopped up. A new guy was hired and the night boss asked me to take this guy on my Mall Walk-About to familiarize him with the place.

New guy was getting VERY familiar with the place and feeling right at home. He even reached over into an open Kiosk and snatched the purtiest Sterling Silver Keyring I ever did see, and he did it without a concern that I was with him, and witnessed this event.

Now - he should have done like most crooks do and stole it while I wudnt lookin'. I guess he figured I was a pushover or a wimp who wouldn't hold his water on confrontation. "Yo - dude! What do you think you're doin'?" I snapped.

"Man I got me a cool key chain. Whats it to ya freak? You gunna snitch me out?" He tried to give me a menacing glare, and I gotta admit he was Basket Ball quality in height and ugly as sin.

"Dude - its not a matter of stooling, snitching or ratting. Its a matter of I ain't going to jail as an accomplice to you're snatching a $15 keychain, and I ain't losing my job covering for you. You've got two choices. One - put the keychain back. Two - I call the cops on this radio" - and held up my radio for emphasis.

The man put the keychain back, and we finished our tour. I mentioned this activity to the main night man, who said he'd keep an eye on him. One night a about a weak later (after earning trust) he was allowed to walk the floor when no one else was on duty. He had the entire Mall to his self.

The next morning - the fancy high-dollar pure decor show peace brass sprinkler (designer model) was completely disassembled and hauled away with some Kiosk goods missing and a few other odds and ends I would imagine. It took the cops about a month to catch the creep. He went to jail. I somehow picture this guy sitting in jail wondering why the world is so unfair - to him. Bad people never think they are bad. Its a fact. Sure some will say they know they are bad, but they say this just knowing that's how society views them. Down deep they don't believe it for a second or else they would stop stealing and or harming others.

Some people - you give them a break and they use you. And they use you and they use you. Sadly these morons make it hard for those who REALLY DO learn from mistakes. Personally I'd rather be honest and be free than be dishonest and spend time locked away with some big lonely sucker named, Bubba who may or may not be looking for a date and not too picky on genderocity.

Posted at 07:01 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Saturday, February 11, 2006

My Name Is Not Earl

That was determined on the day I was born. I don't actually remember my dad saying that, but he must have. Else wise they woulda named me Earl. When you're born you just don't pay attention to much. Your sole focus is to eat, fill diapers and sleep. And drool.

Back in them days my family was poor. Mom and dad couldn't afford a baby buggy so they duct-taped a pull-handle and some wheels on a bucket, padded it with my blanky and off we went. Oh sure all the other babies in their luxury and deluxe sedan cruiser strollers laughed and pointed at me in passing - but I didn't care. I'd get them all in school some few years down the road. They were all future nerds destined for coke-bottle lensed eyeglasses anyway.

It was tough being poor. I recall when I was about five years old I got my first pet; a small puppy. I called him, Dog. He never did grow much but he sure was a fun companion. After about a year I began to notice, Dog, never did move so I asked my mom and dad about it. Mom explained they couldn't afford a real dog because it would required food we just couldn't spare, so they got me a rock and Dog simply couldn't move. At that point I rechecked, Dog, and determined he was dead from starvation - and buried him in the backyard with his favorite bone (a stick).

Fast foreword to the present, I'm still poor but I have a better perspective of life. I actually thought about making a list of people I've wronged over the years but I doubt I could locate one-fifth of them so I made a better plan; Don't wrong somebody in the first place and I'll have no wrongs to set right. And of course if I happen to run into someone from the past that I ticked off in one way or another - I'll attempt to settle the matter if and when that bridge crosses my path. Uhm..., yeah. I guess.

But then with all that there karma stuff - who's to say that those people I may have wronged wasn't getting a dose of it? If in fact thats the case - hey! I'm in the clear. With this sudden epiphany in mind, what bad things have you been doing lately? Do you deserve a visit from me? The masked Karma-man, on the prowl. Hey! Yeah! That may be my calling in life!!?? Whatta ya think?

Having said all that, I think I talked myself dry. Or at least typed dry - whatever. You get the point. So until my next "My Name is Not Earl" moment - you're all dismissed and I'm outta here.

[ Reference: My Name Is Earl ]

Posted at 11:17 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Thursday, February 09, 2006

The Good Die Young - The Old? They Die with Class

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 ~

Posted at 05:40 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Yes I Can! And You Cant Stop Me!

APPENDED.. in red

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.

Posted at 03:56 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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