Archive for May 26th, 2009

I made a follow-up appointment with one of my growing army of physicians (someone remind me to create a Mafia Wars clone where you spend money to get better insurance which allows you to add specialists to your “practice”). It’s the one that specializes in the area over my tushy. While I am light years beyond the suffering I once endured (heroically, I might add), I have some trouble spots that are getting worse. So, at the very least I’ll have something to think about while Robin Williams does a hilarious riff on being Teddy Roosevelt (“SomeoneshowedmeateddybearandIpunchedhimintheface! Ateddybearshouldbefierce! DoIlooklikethepersonificationofthatribbonedsissy?! Canyouimagineagiantteddybearwalkingintoastoreandtheclerkislike’Hello,sailor!’?”)

Wow. BIG yelling outside. I thought I’d see a throwdown but, sadly, it’s just one of the parade of crazies that sit on the benches across the street. He’s not yelling AT anyone. He’s just yelling (FOR everyone).

Dishwasher is churning out the clean (I did so many dishes today that I now find spoons attractive), medical ducks are nicely in a row, reconnected with one of my favorite former fellow Chicagoans (without giving away too much, her last initial is “G”) and I still have ample time to cut up some melon before my trip to the sinnamuh.

There will be a far longer entry later this evening (Part 2 of 2), but for now… pray for me.