I was asked to post a status for myself here, so here goes.
I’ve been in the hospital with c.diff and cellulitus. (the spell checker wants to change that word to “celluite”. That too.)
I’ve lost a lot of fluids, and my right leg is swollen and red. I was in the hospital for a week, and I’ll be in a hotel for two more weeks
getting IV’s that I guess I will be putting in myself. On top of this, I was booted out of the place I was staying, (yes, while in the hospital!) so in two weeks, where I go to live is unknown. I was told I could “reapply” to come back, but no guarantees. Not that I want to really go back there if I can help it, as I have been nothing but sick since I was there. I need my own space.
More as things develop.
Why didn’t John Wayne ever play Richard Wagner in a movie? “Listen up, Wotan…”
Part of a new series: Things Ron Wonders About (TRWA)
Just to let you all know…I’ve been a bit out of the loop due to illness. And now, with extra leg edema! Nearly everything is going poorly, except things at gym. I’m getting better at the various exercises, and I’m enjoying the stressing of myself without the fear of dropping a barbell on my foot!
Hmmm….there is some weight loss, also.
My friend and daily confidante Amy Moyle will be visiting soon…Hopefully, we can have a bit of fun when she arrives.
I miss you all very much, and cannot wait until I am freed from this horrible situation!
My Twitter Name! My WordPress Name! In beads! Oh, the glorious things the state does to get me affirming life again and again!
Things will be coming to a head sooner rather than later…uh oh…so far, not so good!
A close friend of mine lost a close friend of hers when, due to several major disasters in his life, he decided to end his own life. He sent her a long good bye letter and a $10K check. Everyday I talk to her to try and make her feel better…in a place not friendly to complex, serious conversation.
The KngFish is in the gym! Just started…but when I can get a camera in there, I will send sweaty, manly photos.
No matter what the situation, Coffee Will Triumph, and KngFish will find the best ‘fine around! This I do swear!
Where I am (ahem) has already turned up a number of amusing yarns, some of which I have relayed to Amba, and now give to you all…
The Menu sign said “Meaty meaty hamburger” which turned out to be an ice cream scoop worth of fried hamburger and onions.
When I noticed the sign said “Fresh Veggies” and when I got to the front of the line and noticed the pale and misshapen things (note to cooks: “Pastel” is normally not a good palette choice for vegetables) and said “Fresh Veggies?”, I was told that he “freshly opened a can and freshly dumped them in the steam table.”
The cookies may be used as grinding wheels on gemstones.
Potatoes aren’t normally grey, right? I’m forgetting already…
You wouldn’t think they could screw up salad (salad!), but yes, they do.
They have yet to come up with a ‘fruit punch’ they didn’t evoke both brake fluid and DDT. A clever way to get you to like water… if that didn’t taste like aluminum.
When they had something that I actually liked (raspberry pie) I went to praise the cooks and got an apology(!) that it wasn’t from their usual supplier! Please fail more often!
There is a person whom I shall call ‘Save The Earth Sue’ who castigates us all for eating so high on the food chain. She is convinced that the Friendly Hippies who make the meals are a kind of gastronomic Wannsee Conference and the side dish of mashed (grey) potatoes and gravy(!!!) we enjoyed meant that we were all, in her words, ‘demons’, which led someone to yell that ‘Even demons must like comfort food.’
Such friendly folks: Someone was rolling joints in the mens room, when someone else washed their hands and turned on the air dryer which led to weed flying around the john. This led the joint roller to scramble to pick up same and test it by sniffing(!) This led to a mishap where he complained that he got some ‘shitball stuck in my nose.’
There is someone who is a very bright person, with a Phd in English Lit who has promptly drank his $750,000 inheritance, and pick up smoking to ‘choose to die as slowly as possible.’ He was quite happy to find out last week he has thyroid cancer. His mostly commonly used nickname? ‘Whiskey Face.’ Think about that one!
Yow, KngFish adds new stuff, pt.1:
We had some actors come in to show us how learning charades could help us find work….Brilliant, or not? (“First word, type of Japanese drama” “Second word, first letter, ‘after L and before N’” “Rest of Second word, bees make it”)
We were also offered a chance to see an all gay male version of Taming of the Shrew to which the Local ACT-TORE and Lover of the THE-A-TRE said, “Oh God, the Liz of their Liz and Dick has a dick!” To which I replied “and not a Burton…just a dick.” How this helps us find work…..I have no idea!
A local church group, who helped me pack up stuff is still interested in my situation and offers help. For what at the moment? I’m unsure. I guess I need gym clothes soon! Never thought the Old Fat Man would say that!
My car is still out in the weeds somewhere….but no longer parked behind my house.
What tha?!? Still typing? Yup…
Whiskeyface is not doing well….off to the ER! Status as yet unknown.
Lunch was ‘Hamburger with bun’, Dinner was ‘Italian Hamburger’ with red and green chunks of peppers? Play-Doh? in it.
Just to amuse you I promise pics of the mighty KngFish in the gym when I can…I know! I think it’s hilarious too! Well, that’s life for ya!
I just thought I’d put a post to thank you to all the people who’ve been supportive to me through a really, really rough time of my life, starting with our bloggeress. I’m going to try and keep connected as best I can until I get settled in a semi permanent way, where, like MacArthur, I will return.
Never forget how grateful and appreciative I am to you all, and some of you, even more intensely.
I had sent this to Amba earlier, but I was thinking that America didn’t always behave as badly as we do now. We knew how to persevere through hard times, make fun of our plight and ourselves, and not suffer pompous fools gladly. We need to make more fun (in a vicious way!) of our moribund, arrogant elites.
From a biography of Thornton Wilder:
As Wilder worked on (OUR TOWN), he went for a second time to see Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rogers in SWING TIME. He found inspiration in the movies to feed his
creative work — not only his choice of an American subject but his concerns
over what he saw as the impending decline of Europe. (…) He wrote to
(friend) Mabel (Dodge Luhan)… “Watch the audience. Spell-bound at something,
terribly uneuropean — all that technical effortless precision; all that radiant
youth bursting with sex but not sex-hunting, sex-collecting; and all that
allusion to money, but money as fun, the American love of conspicuous waste, not
money-to-sit-on, not money to frighten with. And finally when the pair really
leap into one of those radiant waltzes the Europeans know in their bones that
their day is over.”
Even in its seeming frivolity, Wilder suggested, this American film was a
cultural harbinger of a shift in world influence from Europe to the United
Hoofers for Democracy! That’s Fred and Ginger, of course. They give us a Depression era song to get us going….still applicable!
And if there’s a song, you know there has to be dancing….
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again… Advice KngFish (and America?) should be taking to heart.
So, I was chatting with our bloggeress who mentioned she had rented a Honda Odyssey, and I wondered aloud why Honda had not made the Honda Iliad while they were at it….and we took off from there….
but why limit it to cars?
Vote! Like Ginger Rogers and her mother Lela back in the day….
cross posted at Fluffy Stuffin