I don’t know if this is going to work. The last post took almost 10 minutes from ‘publish’ until it appeared.
One additional note: when they came up to get the information from my beloved child bride,after verifying her personal information, the first question she asked was ‘have you been to West Africa in the last four weeks?’
‘Have you been in contact with anyone who was returning from Africa?’
Thats how it is in Obola World.
After extensive and repeated tests it was determined Monday that there was no permanent damage to DW’s heart and she was to be put on a medication that would require her to remain in the hospital for three days for observation to ensure the regimen was controlling her cardio issues.Then after consulting with our family doctor on Tuesday they decided to put her on a different med that would allow her to come home yesterday afternoon.Being the cynical twerp I am it occurred to me as an afterthought they may have made the change to get her released because they needed the room.The waiting area on her floor had about 12 visitors when I went yesterday.None of them spoke English.One man was yelling something at an RN at the nurses station and his daughter had to translate.I suspect this is getting more and more common and will only get worse.
Immediately after getting her things home we went to WalMart to get the three new scripts filled so she could start her therapy.With our supplemental insurance prescription card,the cost of the main drug was $358.00.The retail was over $500.The only people who could afford that kind of money are union employees who got waivers from Obamacare for their cadillac medical plans and the welfare leeches who get everything paid for courtesy of the American taxpayer.We had to call the hospital and explain what happened,and they called in an alternative which is cheaper,but less effective and with more potential side effects.
We made a second trip to the pharmacy only to find they were out of it.They should have more in today.She will have to make weekly trips to get blood drawn and tested to make sure its working as it should.
Frustrated,a little angry we can’t afford the proper medication,knowing its only going to get worse.Still,she’s home,sleeping in her own bed and getting back to relative normality.For that I am thankful to Almighty God for his benevolent mercy and to you for your thoughts and prayers.It made all the difference.
This is going to be very short for obvious reasons. I’m asking Grunt,Mindful,CtH and BoB to take the reins for posting links today.
I got up yesterday at 12:30 am, like every day, and my beloved child bride was laying on her bed,gasping for air and clutching her chest. She insisted on getting dressed and having me take her to the hospital insyead of calling an ambulance. At the ER they tried to stabilize her blood pressure and her heart rate was about 92 beats per minute. They did a number of tests,took x-rays,EKGs and drew about 1/2 gallon of blood. She was admitted and they did a few more tests,but the chief cardiologist was off yesterday so he’ll have to determine today if he needs a stress test or some type of scan. We’re hoping its atrial fibrillation,which can be managed in most cases with blood thinners rather than surgery. Only time will tell. I have to get a few hours sleep before I head back up to the hospital since my apnea almost did me in staying up from midnight Saturday until last night. She turned 65 12 days ago,so she has medicare, but I just pray it’s nothing too serious. I cannot imagine being without her.
I’ll try to post a couple threads,but my computer is really loading slowly.
My beloved child bride returned from her dad’s a little bit ago and is making two pans of brownies to take to DD’s bonfire tonight. Really looking forward to seeing the grandkids. They get so busy with school and athletic things and mom and dad both work full time. Any time I can spend with them, despite the chaotic circumstances, is a blessing.
This is DD and her prom date,1991: She sure had big hair back then
Fast forward 20 years; both divorced,she has GS and GD,he has joint custody of his two girls. They found each other on Facebook and were married within a couple months. They really,really love each other. Here they are today:
Seventeen days until the day of retribution.We are all in hopes that somehow we can stop the outgoing libtards and the flaccid dildo in the Spite House from doing irreparable harm in the three months of the lame duck.
Normally by this time DW and I have eaten supper and spend some time watching TV together until its time to turn in. She left early this morning to go visit her dad,who lives three hours away in Wisconsin. After posting the WC Fields video earlier,I did some digging for some other classic bits by people who were so unique there was no one like them.
In college I majored in English and minored in Theatre Arts. Yep,I was a ham actor. I was short and not gifted athletically(except I was a scratch bowler for many years) but I could always sing and act. My drama coach assured me I would never be leading man material because I looked the way I did. Short,baby-faced and a little annoying…. so I played mostly little boys and dirty old men. As you can tell,I always enjoyed making people laugh and finally discerned when people were laughing with me rather than laughing at me. BIG difference.
YouTube is so awesome because I can show my grandkids what it was like to make people laugh without the foul language,references to bodily functions,racial mockery, and sexual innuendo.
Here’s another classic from WC:
In 1940,two icons of the screen,WC Fields and Mae West did their only movie together,”My Little Chickadee”
It is a classic with some hilarious lines in it.
I read where producers loved working with these two because you didn’t need a script.Just put them in a room with some props and watch them play off each other.Pairings like this were rare.
On Tuesday nights we’d always gather around the old black and white television to watch Red Skelton. He studied pantomime with Marcel Marceau and was superb. His Christmas specials were always heartwarming. His adlibs were a riot on live television.
He was an instant star and the pressure of fame drove him to the drug abuse and depression that would cause him to end his own life. We were cheated of a really funny man.
Sam Kinison was a very funny man,but it was a chore finding a clip I could post here since his act was pretty raw.
Every time a Marx Brothers movie plays on Turner classic movies I have to stop and watch. Their humor is unique and timeless.
In case you never heard Harpo speak:
Apparently one of his early performances got a bad review from the critics and he decided to never speak on camera again.
OK,He was a far-left liberal,enviro maniac,but he did standup for a very long time.
The funniest woman who ever lived. She had no peer.
The late Carroll O’Conner
It’s so much more fun blogging here since Grunt and Mindful have joined the craziness. Consider this a thank you for everybody who stops by whether you comment or not. You keep me in my right mind in a world gone a little berserk.
I love you all.
Its getting hard to find anything these days not related to diseases or politics. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere. I’m doing the best I can to come up with things that inform,entertain and don’t waste your time.
FIRST OFF,EARL OF TAINT POSTED A GRAPHIC TODAY GIVING INSPIRATIONAL KUDOS TO OUR OWN GRUNT OF MONTE CRISTO:
WHAT A TALENT!!!
THIS IS FOR YOU,GRUNT!!!
I’D RATHER DROWN IN MY OWN VOMIT
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY TO MAKE THIS TRAIN WRECK LOOK HUMAN?
MY APOLOGIES IF THE PRECEDING GRAPHIC CAUSED YOU ANY MENTAL TRAUMA
Oh,come on. All of you have favorite redneck jokes. They’ve been around for years and Jeff Foxworthy made millions from them. I just thought with the heat of the impending elections,the ebola crisis and everything else Obola has managed to screw up it might help to maybe make you smile for a second.
Did you know?
A man in Kentucky married and divorced three different women and had the same in-laws each time?
In Mississippi a man and woman can divorce and still be brother and sister?
In Arkansas “harrass” is two words?
The teacher asked little Billy Clinton to use the word:harrassment in a sentence…
Billy: ‘Her mouth said “no”,but I know what harrassment.’
FYI:the last two I made up myself
You might be a redneck if:
THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A HOME IMPROVEMENT PROJECT
YOU GO TO A WAL MART TO SEE A PRO WRESTLING MATCH
YOU CAN’T AFFORD A NEW TOILET SO YOU IMPROVISE
IF YOUR BLENDER BROKE
YOU TURN A LIVESTOCK WATERING TANK INTO A PARTY BARGE
YOU WANT TO PLAY HORSESHOES BUT NOBODY BROUGHT A HORSE
YOUR BRIDE CARRIES THE SHOTGUNS AT THE WEDDING AND HAS A SET OF ANTLERS TATTOOED ON HER BACK
YOUR POWER WINDOWS DON’T WORK
YOU WANT TO FRY BREAKFAST SAUSAGES BUT THE SKILLET IS DIRTY
I TOLD MY BELOVED CHILD BRIDE: ‘HERE,BABY,I WANT YOU TO WEAR THESE HIGH HEELS AT OUR WEDDING’
I DON’T REMEMBER MUCH AFTER THAT
If you think that’s all the redneck stuff I have you’re not even close. But there’ll be another day. Hope you enjoyed.
The best laid plans,that is. I had planned on doing a redneck special this morning and starting the daily earlier than this. We had a lot of errands to do late this AM then I had to buy DW lunch. I’ll really try to do it tomorrow,since I have a lot of stuff you might find entertaining. Until then on with the show.
Yesterday being a holiday for schoolchildren and federal employees,my beloved child bride and I were tasked with the care and feeding of Miss Isabel and Miss Olivia. In the middle of yesterday’s posting DW suggested we take the little critters to Mickey D’s for lunch and to play for a while in hopes they’d burn off some of their excess energy. (It was worth a shot,anyway.) Miss Olivia has to drown her McNuggets in ranch dressing and loves pickles. Miss Isabel sucks down french fries like Michelle Obama inhales lobster.
Apparently dozens of other parents/grandparents had the same idea because the play place was packed. I’ve been in aviaries at the zoo that were quieter than that place. All the sweaty little bodies climbing all over in their stocking feet and shoes everywhere smelled like a boys high school locker room at midterm.
There are few things I’ve ever encountered as piercing as the squeals of a four year old. They make your eardrums bleed and your teeth hurt.
All the playground stuff kids get to play on anymore are made of cheap plastic. In my day,slides were metal,so on real hot days you could scorch your legs. There were monkey bars you could go across hand over hand and rub blisters on your hands,and a thing you could go around on for a couple minutes then get off and throw up. Those were fun times.
There are way too many overindulgent mothers who let the kids run wild while they play with their i-phones or laptops. There was even one aging hippie grandfather with a ponytail halfway down his back sitting on the floor Indian style with a couple kids,no doubt to be as one with the universe on Indigenous Peoples’ Day.
The plan was to wear off some energy so they’d take a nap. I think you can guess who it was who needed a nap that afternoon.
MISS OLIVIA WAS HELPING DADDY WORK ON HIS CAR AND SHE FOUND THE AIR HOSE. YA GOTTA LOVE HER