Jus Sayin 1203

The guy in front of me orders, and then when finished looks at me, and flatly states to the girl, his name is "The Mouth From The South.” Now I did not actually know this person, and found this to be offensive. Instead of nailing him, I took it in stride, and proceeded to ignore him the rest of the evening. It seems to me that people are too quick with the name calling these days.
Gmail gives you a whole 30 seconds to make up your mind whether or not to send your vile, venomous, slandering, vitriol laced email or delete it.  So if you are going to call Uncle Paul a dirty, low down, egg sucking Dawg … and change your mind, because you forgot your birthday is next week, you had best be quick about it.

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Couples have an amount they can spend up to without discussing IT with each other.  Mine is around $50. My wife’s is around $643.27.

Apparently.

“Find out if your heart is strong enough and then ask your doctor about having sex.”   Okay, I will, but he has never brought it up before,

I just know it will just lead to another prescription.

When I was a little boy, if I got sick I went to a doctor, who sent me to a hospital to be treated by other doctors.  Now I go to a family practitioner who belongs to a “health maintenance organization,” which sends me to a “wellness center” to be treated by “health-care delivery professionals.”

All that, just to tell me

“Do not use the diving-board when the swimming pool is empty.”

Commenting on FakeBook is really easy, often just a cut and a paste away from immortality.  The tricky part is spelling all of it wrong.

Gmail gives you a whole 30 seconds to make up your mind whether or not to send your vile, venomous, slandering, vitriol laced email or delete it.  So if you are going to call Uncle Paul a dirty, low down, egg sucking Dawg … and change your mind, because you forgot your birthday is next week, you had best be quick about it.

If you turn in your neighbor for beating up his kids, will he still loan you his tools?

Lori

One of the things I regret in life is the fact that I did not do a lot of skinny dipping with all those young, supple, well endowed, bow-legged women in high-school, and now much older and graduated, wish I had done more of that.  That would be a genuine sincere form of regret.

BEST ONE OF THE WEEK HANDS DOWN.

News Channel Five (Live! …  Late Breaking!  … Really Lame) reports that in Oklahoma City, a burglar broke into a home on the north-side of town, and according to the home owner, all that was taken was a toothbrush.

Yes, hard to believe, but it is true.  Wonder why he apparently left the mouthwash?

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Here you go boys & girls, Friday’s post.  You will be happy to know, this post has no mention of Twitter, Facebook, Malware or medicine to treat an ugly rash under your right armpit.  In other words … It is just a taste of life. 

This morning I find myself sitting in the well worn comfortable chair at Buell’s Barbershop waiting on a haircut and a shave.  And I notice all of the hair in this small town country barbershop lying on the floor is a gray color. 

Which made me think to myself, perhaps I will write a post on that. 

So here it is.

Life threw me another curve this week and I was not ready for it.  You ever notice as you get older, things sort of happen, when you are not paying attention?  I had the power washer out the other day doing some chores and when I went to shut it down, I tipped it up to unhook the hose (this is more convenient than bending over or stooping down to remove it) and some gasoline ran out of the tank onto my left foot.

At the time, I of course was oblivious to this, and did not notice it at all.

Later on I am headed to town for lunch and I keep smelling gasoline in the old truck and I am wondering to myself, “What is wrong with this thing now?” (It has close to 160K on it so it is prone to break things)  All the time it is the left foot that has all the gasoline on it that is creating the odor.  Later on in the day, I disrobe to shower, and my left foot is all red (in the area of the tennis shoe spill) and I freak out.

“Holy mother of Gawd … What the _____ is that?”

This is what happens to you when something out of the ordinary happens to you as you grow older … You freak out.  Unfortunately, it also kicks into gear, quickly bringing everything to a head, the worry or anxiety feature of adult living.

Man, should I call the clinic?
How will I drive and stop the bus with only one foot?
Do they give you a discount on tennis shoes when you only have to buy one?
How will I ever get up on a horse again.

This morning I am running the gauntlet of human emotions trying to ascertain why “all of a sudden I am really red on this one foot.”  After my third cup of coffee it finally came to me (The Ice Man’s Head melts) “it was the gas on the tennis shoe.”  All is now right in my world, but believe me, “it is not easy being me.”

Fast forward to the next day.

In am at the RV repair shop and I am inquiring about some batteries for my coach, much like humans, they wear out too.  I happen to strike up a conversation with this guy, and right off the bat, he informs me (a total stranger) that he is seventy-four years old.  This in turn makes me think about all of these folks I run into, who for no apparent reason inform me of their age.

Kind of a modern day mystery or social oddity here lately.  We seem to have this preoccupation with our age these days.  Might be because we are all growing older and America is quickly graying out.

Not long ago, a few years perhaps, I find myself standing on the south rim of the Grand Canyon, a huge tour bus pulls up and out of its innards comes a slow moving procession of elderly folks.  They all line up at the overlook and instead of hearing … “What a moving, inspirational sight … or … Look at the grandeur of that .. How far do you suppose it is to the other side?” …

I hear: 

“After my last operation they put me on this … My doctor said that I should take two of these every morning … I am now urinating in shifts, it is really irritating the ____ out of me … No seriously, I am tellin ya Frank, those little blue pills really work.”

Life changes you not only physically but the way you think too.

When you are young, you walk up to complete strangers and announce in no uncertain terms, “I am four.”  Usually holding up the corresponding fingers to verify the statement.  Then you move onto fractions, “I am eight and one-half, nine and a quarter” when you tell someone or answer up when they inquire of you your current age.  Then it is the “almost there years.”  I am almost thirteen, I am almost sixteen, soon I will be twenty and no longer a teenager.

Life is like that, I don’t know why, but it is.

“Don’t trust anyone over thirty” remember that one. Then there is this middle age thing, which is kind of ridiculous.  Most folks when they hit forty-five or fifty claim to be “middle aged.”  Who do you know over 100 years old, few if any.  Then almost magically you find yourself pushing sixty and over the hill to seventy and find that this age is the new sixty, which I do not get at all.

Last time I saw my doc, he said “you have the start of cataracts” and I asked him what causes that, and he smiled and said, “too many birthdays.”  He also told me that my cholesterol was not good and I was my perfect weight if I was seven feet tall.  Suggested that I get some exercise in my later years, so I took him up on the offer.

Just been to the gym. They’ve got a new machine in.  Could only use it for half an hour, as I started to feel sick.  It’s great though.  “It provides me with everything I need – KitKats, Mars Bars, Snickers, Potato Crisps, the lot..”  Now if I could just locate some suitable loose fitting clothing, I would have it made. 

Not bad, for sixty-four and three-quarters, whadya think? 

Have a great weekend … see y’all on Monday.

OOO

Say Ah ….

This morning I am reminded of that old saying, “Life begins at forty.”  Ever heard that one?  Well, it is not exactly true, life doesn’t begin at forty … maintenance begins at forty!  Had to do the checkup thing this week with my doctor and it appears that my numbers are not all that good.  I am kind of used to it, if you want to know the truth, at my age, I kind of expect it.  But this time, they are not only bad, they are worse than bad, they are not good at all.  So this means, that I have to start exercising again.

It seems that my body has made a friend of fat, it no longer burns it, but rather openly invites it in and provides it a home.  I find myself metabolically challenged and do not seem to be ridding myself of this harmful substance, but storing it.  So I have to start walking, I have to start riding the bike, I have to quit bellying up to the salad bar with the big boys and make some changes.

You know you have health issues, but if you are like me, like most men, you just blow it off and continue on.  I would say on the whole women are more responsive to medical advice than men.  If a woman steps up on a scale and see’s numbers she doesn’t like, it is tantamount to the end of the world!  Now a guy, he steps onto the scale, and it says to him, “Only one person on the scale at a time” well, that isn’t a big deal, he just says to himself, “I will come back later.”

I could do as I always do, con myself into believing that this isn’t my problem, when it surely is.  I used to do that all the time, I gained 35 lbs when I stopped smoking and I used to conveniently use that for my excuse, but that was some 15 years ago, plenty of time to have shed the weight in the meantime.

Are you still smoking?

If you have not stopped or quit, you should.  A typical smoker who refuses or fails to give up has a roughly 15% risk of lung cancer over their lifetime. But with two copies of the genetic variant, this rises to 23%.  In contrast, someone who has smoked fewer than 100 cigarettes in their entire life has a less-than-1% chance of developing the disease.  As I have stated, I gave them up about fifteen years ago, and the other day I happened to notice a pack of Marlboro’s was $5.50 per pack.  Unbelievable, someone owes me about $28,000.00!

Smoking will kill ya …. No joke.

A woman goes into a drugstore and walks up to the pharmacist and says, “I need something to give to my husband to kill him.  Cyanide, some kind of poison.”  The druggist is flabbergasted, he cannot believe that she actually has said this to him.

“Listen lady, I cannot give you something to kill your husband.  First it is illegal, second, I would lose my job, third, my good standing in the community would be jeopardized.  I just cannot do it.”

So she looks at him and says, “Look at these, and hands him a handful of photographs of the druggists’ wife and her husband in bed together at the local motel.”

He looks at them for a while, and then looks up and says … “Oh, this is different, I didn’t know that you had a prescription.”

No good huh?  Well whadya expect for free?

I did notice something interesting the day after Valentine’s Day.  I was over at the store, and in the section where they sell the cards, I noticed one very peculiar thing.  All of the cards for the women, my wife, my girlfriend, all of them were gone, all of the female card selections were exhausted because of the holiday.

On the other hand, all of the masculine cards, the one for the boyfriend and the husband, well, there were ample supplies of them to be had.  Proof positive, it is a woman’s holiday.

I read something interesting the other day and I thought I might share this with you before closing.

Young adults can discern another person’s attitude toward sexual relationships just by looking at his or her face, according to a British study of 700 heterosexual volunteers.  The Durham University-led study also found that men generally prefer women who they believe are open to short-term sexual relationships, while women generally prefer men who they perceive to be potentially suitable for a long-term relationship.

The study participants looked at photographs of faces of members of the opposite sex (all in their early 20s) and were asked to judge their attractiveness and sexual attitudes. Their judgments were compared with the actual attitudes and behaviors of the people in the photos.

As it turned out, 72 percent of the 153 volunteers in the first study sample correctly identified sexual attitudes from photos more than 50 percent of the time.  Out of curiosity, I took several pictures of myself, showed them to the wife, explained the survey or test to her, she agreed to participate.

Handing the pictures to her at the kitchen table, she quickly went thru the stack, studying each one and repeating out loud … “NO .. NO… NO … NO-WAY!  DEFINITELY NOT.”

Oh well, so much for science … Back to the drawing board.

OOO

Answer Up

I am reading The Daily Waffle this morning, Breakfast Blogging: Opinion(ated) Scribbling for No Apparent Reason and I see: “You are intelligent, witty, clever, and just a tiny bit cruel. You always seem to say the right thing at the right time. Your way with words is natural, effortless. Sometimes you can inadvertently insult people who aren’t used to your unique way of speaking. But don’t worry about them, I think you still kick ass.”

And for a small brief moment in time, I am thinking, “How in the world did my Email get over here?” but then I realize where it is that I am and I am okay.  By the way … If you are not reading this lady’s page, you ought to be.  White Painted Woman The Daily Waffle.

mail-bag

Most of my Email this week has went unanswered and quite a few of my telephone calls too.  I am under the distinct impression that people are trying to tell me something.

Technology will always tell on you.  You don’t have to leave a message, call waiting tells them who it is, which come to think of it, might be the reason for no answer.

As for the email, well, you can send them out, no guarantee they will be answered and it is fairly easy to just state, “I never got it” which is kind of strange, because when someone wants to complain, they all seem to make it through the network just fine, don’t they?

Several emails sent out in the past week were not answered or acknowledged. Out of sight and out of mind I guess.  This also applies to family people who are of a consanguineous nature, it just doesn’t apply to friends only.

No easy answers for me it seems.  I suppose the sooner we accept the inevitable dilemma of not being able to win the approval of everyone we meet, the easier our lives will become.

As you know, having found a period of deep personal inner perspective and inspection, I have been desperately trying to turn over a new leaf in life.  Removing some of the negatives and trying to replace them with positive enforcement, and good stuff.

I do not do well in large groups of people, I do not know when to keep my mouth shut, I am too opinionated for my own good.  No matter how you care to define it, I do not identify with the local group, I have always been the radical member of the tribe.

The square peg in the proverbial round hole of life.  Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club association, neighborhood improvement committee, Oprah Book Club, I have found that my interest in same, wanes rather quickly.

I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, but always seem to end up with the short end of the stick in the end, and a feeling that I have somehow embarrassed them and myself.  Perhaps that is why they do not answer my emails.  In the end I find that I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to, and I suppose that they are glad that I dropped out and moved on in life.

It could be that I somehow embarrass them with my brash opinion or outright disdain for apparent items that are wrong.  As much as I would love to pattern myself after someone else, I cannot do that, it would simply waste the me that is me.

Recently I stumbled across some data that suggest that there is a pill that can erase bad memories.  A common blood pressure drug may help to provide emotional relief to traumatized soldiers, crime victims, and people with phobias. (which right now, this week, I would gladly fork over top dollar for a month’s supply)

Dutch researchers have discovered that the old-school blood-pressure drug propranolol has an alternate use.  It can rewire your memory circuits to get rid of anxieties and bad memories.  The drug is a beta blocker, which not only suppresses strong physical response to stress, but also appears to retrain the brain not to react to a bad memory and may actually weaken the memory itself.  There might be hope for people like me yet.  I will let you know.

In the meantime, I am considering a (communications) “hip replacement.”

Which is the process of introducing a formerly cool person to a product or idea that attempts to make them cool again.  Reinventing an individual’s public persona through association or action.  If you are interested or feel the need for one yourself, let me know, I will email it to you.

So for now I guess I will just mosey on down the road, doin my thang, and keep searching for my wandering star.

OOO


Bad Medicine

 

Good News/Bad News. If you are now currently taking the medicine Digitek then you have a very serious problem.  It appears that Digitek is bad news, at least right now it is, if you are taking it, you could be receiving a “DOUBLE DOSE” which is not going to be a fun ride. 

A freind of mine in Denver, who is not a big fan of doctors and the medical profession in general. Will always comment to me when she hears about them screwing up with “that is why the call it PRACTICING MEDICINE they most always never get it right.” Sadly, she is often more right than she is wrong.

As we Baby Boomers gray out, medicine becomes more and more prevalent in our lives. I personally take a #3 washtub full of prescriptions for diabetes every day. You could fill a Ford Fairlane hubcap with all the required medical-lug-nuts I have to shove down my neck to just stay alive.  It is incredible.

One good thing about the internet is there is the opportunity to do something good every now and then, with the rapid distribution of information. Here is a sample:

WARNING:

THIS CRAP CAN KILL YOU …

IT CAN MAKE YOU SICKER THAN A DOG.

Recently the FDA those wonderful folks who are always a dollar short and a day late, recalled the drug Digitek, which is manufactured by Activis Totowa LLC. What is especially damaging or disturbing is that now some ten days later, patients who do take this drug are still basically in the dark.

This heart medication sold by Mylan was made in a Acavis plant that received FDA letters about manufacturing problems over ONE YEAR AGO. News about the April 2008 Digitek recall came first in the form of a brief company press release dated April 25, which was followed by an FDA MedWatch Safety Alert posted April 28 on the agency’s web site.

The product is being recalled due to the possibility that tablets with double the appropriate thickness may contain twice the approved level of active ingredient. The existence of double strength tablets poses a risk of digitalis toxicity in patents with renal failure. Digitalis toxicity can cause nausea, vomiting, dizziness, low blood pressure, cardiac instability and bradycardia. Several reports of illnesses and injuries have been reported.

Patients should contact their healthcare professional with questions, patients are being contacted by their pharmacists who, admittedly, know nothing more about the situation than what was set forth in the April 25 half-page press release about this “Class 1 nationwide recall of Digitek (digoxin pills, USP, all strengths)”.

Understandably, patients are asking how far back in time they have been getting and taking Digitek pills that may have contained double the intended dose of active ingredient. A friend of mine who takes this stuff, was feeling pretty rank, and when he went to refill the prescription, the pharmacist would not refill it and then informed him of the problem. Kind of locking the barn door after the horse has already left philosophy by the FDA wouldn’t you say.

This is not the first time that there have been manufacturing problems at the Actavis Totowa facility in New Jersey, which was acquired as part of the takeover of Amide Pharmaceuticals by Actavis in May 2005, although the spokesperson said these earlier issues were entirely unrelated to the current incident. Just over a year ago Actavis Totowa was sent a warning letter by the FDA after an agency inspection revealed that drugs products manufactured in the facility were ‘adulterated’.

It sure would be nice if the government would step up to the plate and do it’s job. The timely distribution of possibly dangerous drugs should be a priority for the FDA. Certainly the media and the means is in place to do this. What do we have to do … drop dead and then someone will sayUh, you think we ought to say something about this?

I know this is not light-hearted and most certainly not an uplifting post as is my nature, but in this case having felt the need for serious discourse on this subject, I decided to risk it. But I feel that if we can use this media (the internet – wordpress.com) to reach ONE PERSON that is taking this adulterated (possibly very dangerous) medicine, then it is worth the effort put forth.

If you are taking this garbage, check with your family physician or your druggist/pharmacy post haste, this is a serious matter.  The old expression “What don’t make you sick, makes you better” no longer applies in this country. 

Talk to someone about this today.

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