Banged my finger. Delayed treating it for as long as possible. Went to Stat Urgent Med Care (whateverthefuckitscalled). Hit me with a needle to extract the crap, I passed out. Not the first time this happened. Lo and behold, they request an ekg. Tell me I really should go straight to the e.r., that there are heart problems, i.e. "passing out" = heart attack. I was soaked in sweat, etc...
I basically told 'em I had enough on my plate. I just can't deal with any more.
In Jan, I'll attend to it, until then, I don't have time.
Shit.
Oh, the GOOD news. Did my usual day after thanksgiving race. Was alotta fun!
Friday, November 25, 2016
Friday, November 11, 2016
Been there, done that
So, another year, another Big One (that's what SHE said!).
did The Big One Sunday. 30 mins slower than last year, but happy as hell. My time suffered as I don't do St.Francis as much as I used to. Much better this way, much happier this way. I don't need to. Now I usually run with Football Dad, a bit less than 5m. But the conversations are great, and I'm in a far better space.
Stoney? Works, maybe, once a week. Bitch's friends just did his shopping-GREAT enabling there assholes. As his bed STILL lacks sheets yet is littered with cig holes. Well done.
His flavor of the night? Remember the "one night a guest, two nights a tenant?" The other night It spends the night. next night, they come in after 1 am, "watching a movie." As I greet It 2 the door, tell It "you're NOT spending the night." Lo and behold, It's there in the am. Told Stoney, It no longer EVER spends the night. he protested, drunk, nice.
Still, compared to living with what I did with Bitch, THIS is heaven.
Another year, another Big One. Shit happens but, motherfucker, I finished!!!!!
did The Big One Sunday. 30 mins slower than last year, but happy as hell. My time suffered as I don't do St.Francis as much as I used to. Much better this way, much happier this way. I don't need to. Now I usually run with Football Dad, a bit less than 5m. But the conversations are great, and I'm in a far better space.
Stoney? Works, maybe, once a week. Bitch's friends just did his shopping-GREAT enabling there assholes. As his bed STILL lacks sheets yet is littered with cig holes. Well done.
His flavor of the night? Remember the "one night a guest, two nights a tenant?" The other night It spends the night. next night, they come in after 1 am, "watching a movie." As I greet It 2 the door, tell It "you're NOT spending the night." Lo and behold, It's there in the am. Told Stoney, It no longer EVER spends the night. he protested, drunk, nice.
Still, compared to living with what I did with Bitch, THIS is heaven.
Another year, another Big One. Shit happens but, motherfucker, I finished!!!!!
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