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"

            I have a relative that I cant avoid. No one can.  Unless you have one hour or in some cases up to four hours to spare - never ask him any question that requires 1 to 5 seconds to answer.  He cant do it. It is "almost" impossible for the guy to even deliver a simple "yes" or "no" answer.  He has this innate need to drag out any answer he has to give, never mind you are in a hurry or have something else to do that requires mediate attention - he's determined you will hear him out to the very last agonizing detail.

            He purchased some fish recently and some died. I asked him how many died then only after the question left my lips did I realize what I was in for. Arning bells went off too buggery' late.  He started in..., "well...., I purchased two neons, three [whatevers] and four [another type] and had them for about two days. I purchased them at Walmart and...."

            I at that point interrupt - "Nooooo.  How many died? Not how many you bought, not their life history.  How many died?"

            "Well - like I was saying", he started up again..., "I bought em at Walmart and ....".. sees my mounting frustration...'Two. Two died.  I don't know why. One died yesterday and the other one died last night...." and yap yap yap on he went.

 

            While I acknowledge that hell must be an extremely agonizing place - Its hard to imagine it as a mere mortal as worse than this relative's inability to answer a question with a simple, short, answer instead of launching into a narrative of, War and Peace.  I guess most people have moments when we feel a need to explain things - but come on! Almost every single time? ***grimaces***  I love the guy as my kin but give it a rest already.

            My liver enzymes were high again - and now I gotta be tested for Hepatitis. WHAT!!!?  I hope I don't have that stuff.   So while I'm waiting for the results of that test - I looked up info on the net. I particularly like this one websites recommendations for me to  call  the doctor upon death . One of the "possible" symptoms of hepatitis. But is it the calling or the actual death thats the symptom?

            I'm just kinda worried how I'll pay those kind of phone charges anyway - and am wondering if TracFone has service on the other side. I heard Cingular does but don't know of any instances where its been put to the test, but hey - I prefer "pay as you go" over the monthly billing.

 

            So yeah - I may have one or two possible symptoms, but those are "possibly but not sure" symptoms.  Anyway - I felt strange like.., my doctor knew somehow that I was seeing another doctor behind his back. I fidgeted. He made a strange comment.., "Didn't I see you somewhere outside this office the other day?"

            Cheeze Louise! (i thought) He knows. He saw me go to Dr Krishna's office. But hey - that means nothing. I could have been going to the pharmacy in the same building for all he knows. But wait! My doctor knows what pharmacy I use and that ain't it. "Uhm - I.., I don't think so, Doc. Maybe it was someone else."  Doc looked at me with suspicion. "Maybe," he said.

            I played the role of a harlot rather well - sticking to my guns, not to be rattled. Yes, it was a dangerous game, but if I held my ground putting on my best poker face I could win this thing.  He was non the wiser - or - was he!?

 

            Anywho I didn't bring up the fact my foot was killing me, and I even braved walking into the office without crutches. Crutches I thought I was free from... and thus I cleared that hurdle. I don't want this man treating my foot nor the new doctor because I don't think either one of them know whats going on there.. Cramming my swelling foot in a shoe may have made me candidate for either a brave new tv sitcom or a new resident at the Sunny Brook Mental Institute. Take your pick.

            I cowboyed up with the pain (not broke back mountain fashion neither) and sat for about 45 minutes in the doctor's interrogation room.  Once escaping the office I hobbled to the car and unleashed my foot from its girdle. My poor foot could breath but was plenty pithed off.

 

--- More later --

                            Just keep them prayers coming. Between the foot and now wondering if I have hepatitis is kinda got me concerned.  Kinda.  Odds are as much as I've been to doctors and horspitals I got it one of those places IF in fact I do have it. **wonders how fast I could clear a room with this one**

 

PS - yeah and the lab didnt send in the results on the ultrasound for detecting bloodclots. Next week, maybe.  Im beginning to feel like a member of the M*A*S*H 4077th where everything goes wrong that can go wrong.