Friday, July 3, 2015
For those of you maintaining a spreadsheet as to the frequency of posting on this here blog, you might have noticed that the Friday morning post was non-existent. As in not there.
Well, here is the Friday post and a weak one it is.
My old buddy diverticulitis decided to stop by for Independence Day. Silly bastard was here only a few weeks ago. Wore his welcome out he did.
But he's back.
Spent most of yesterday either flat on my back or at the doctor's office. Sent me for a CT scan she did. While I don't normally enjoy getting poked with needles, there were three lab techs trying (in vain) to find a vein. Four or five jabs later they found one. It was a little painful I can tell you. But the three lab techs were all lovely young ladies. Both literally and figuratively.
They felt bad about jabbing the old fellow (me) so much and to little effect. But I played the kindly old gentleman and told them it didn't bother me. Much.
Hearing one referred to as "a really nice guy" by three lovely young lasses was rather heart warming.
So I am hors de combat, so to speak, and not possessed of much in the way of ambition nor creativity. But like the Brits of old, I shall muddle through somehow.
More to follow. One hopes.
Talk quietly amongst yourselves, someone keep an eye on Virgil (the Barbancourt ya know) and I'll be back later.
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