Another doctor day

I am lucky I banks SO MUCH sick time at work before they changed the policy.  

Symptom chasing today.  Foot doctor to see if there are better solutions to get these sores healed.  Back doctor to tell them the good news; their ablation work and the work of Lyrica has made nigh-unbearable lumbar pain into mere background noise.

When the supply chain allows, Chemotherapy to work on my fatigue from anemia.  I am getting good sleep, but that sleep doesn't help a lack of red blood cells.  

Ain't no gun content in the above.  Ok.

Saw bits of a newish show Y: The Last Man.  It's about a plague type thing that kills everything with a Y chromosome all at once.  Like instantly.  So, bad bad.  Half the population, dead.  If the two people flying your plane are men, well, they are dead and so are you.  Mostly men drill for oil.  Mostly men work in the sewer.  Mostly mean mine coal.  Mostly men run powerplants.  You see?  So the show is all about catching up after those things go by the wayside.  Oh, and that one guy that didn't die.  He's sort of important. 

Either FX or Hulu.  Not sure.  Original storyline is kinda fun.  Plenty of work for actresses, that's sure.  Diane Lane!

We discussed this around the knitting circle

That the flashbang went off and then the SWAT entry didn't seem very dynamic.  It seems the bad guy did then catch a bullet and the victim did get walked out ok, so... All's well that ends well?

HOLY SHIT! I was in the building across from the DTLA shooting / hostage situation today. Viewer discretion advised 😳 #dtlashooting pic.twitter.com/4jarInQX2X

— ᴛᴇᴅᴅʏ ₿ᴏᴍʙᴇʀ 💣 (@_teddybomber) October 9, 2021

Trouble down Mill

Over-promise, under-deliver.  It's what Gramps Studebaker taught us.  We'd still be making fine cars today if not for that philosophy.  That and the plant burned to the ground.  I thought is a good time to modernize and actually move the company f'rward, but no.  My family ended up putting old wooden-wheel and leather belt lineshaft equipment in the new facility.  Ball bearing!  I told them they were important.  They were the future.  It's ALL ball bearings these days.  It's why you don't drive a nice two-tone Commander touring sedan.   

194,000 people.  That's a lotta people.  Couldn't fit that many in the parking lot here.  Imagine the stink, cuz there is NO way we'll be able to let enough porta-potties on the property, either.  Folks would start dropping from the dysentery right quick like.  Do all 194,000 people have to alive to have a job?  Thhy better hurry and catch up on their mandatory online sensitivity training and how to treat sensitive company proprietary document and customer PII.  

The Draft

"Drafting Women is Foolish"

Says the Metrocon Fortnightly.

Maybe, maybe.  But if you act anything like you have recently, you will be perfectly fine with it in 8 or 10 years.  Even a proponent.  All your lines in the sand have an expiration date, National Review, then you roll over and show your belly.  Which is a business model, I guess.  

Since the founding of this country, there has been, what, 40 total years of male military conscription?  A few years for the Civil War, a few for WWI, then 1940 thru 1970ish.  Call it 30 total.  Just draft women from now til 2052 and call it even-Steven. Men volunteer, but women hafta.    Gonna need to re-open some bases, set up fresh barracks.  It'll do the ladies good.   A few years being told what to do and when to do it.  Working hard.  Subject to the UCMJ.  Fresh air, and exercise.  Maybe learn a trade.  

Prolly still not sober

My morale has been a bit low this Columbus Day weekend. 

Doc sez

"YOU are immuno-compromised.  Get the booster shot since it's been since April you got the shot."

~sigh~  Ok, Doc.

Some people at work report not even having a sore arm after this third shot.  Others feel like crap for 3 days.  Doesn't matter.  Bring it to me at my house or I ain't gonna bother.  I hurt enough as it is.  At this point I am 'screw it' on the chemo, too.  Treat it with Centrum multi-vitamins, naps, and aspirin.

Gimme A Boost

I went to get a Booster shot for the Coof,  Pharmacist told me to pound sand.  After I walked all the way across that parking lot on these feet?  Well FUCK him.

The Oncologist told me to get that booster shot because I am immuno-compromised?  FUCK HIM TOO.  You both have my address.  Bring the booster here to me or forget it.  I'm not putting myself through that bullshit again.   

Wondering if I should even bother with ANY of these medicos ever again.

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I find myself raging way too much lately.  Can't be good.  Can't be good.  If I could reach a level of calm and NOT bother with chemo, I would.  Just accept it and let it all happen in its time.

Huh, I guess that is me trying to transition from stage 2 of grief to stage 3 and on to stage 5 all at once, at one time.  Rip off that bandaid.  

1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance

Cancer News

Finally!  I am officially sick enough to start treatment.  Hooray!  Chant with me.

SICK ENOUGH!
SICK ENOUGH!
SICK ENOUGH!

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Expected prognosis after I get the chemo juice?  Less anemia, more energy.

Probably shrink that weird mass in the stomach, too.  But the cancer comes from the bone marrow, mostly.  This will obviate the need to surgically remove that odd mass in your the stomach, if it does shrink.

The maybe, as in, seen it happen but can make no promises...  Less neuropathy in the feet and legs.  That will help my blood blisters.  Wanna see?

 And that's when it was mild.  Healing up to this:

That was 3 weeks ago.  That hole is even smaller.  An important trick with today's bandaids is to peel them off without ripping up healthy OTHER skin, just increasing the misery. 

The other foot is healing too, but slower.

G21

 Yeah that's what a Glock 21 feels like to me, too, buddy, heh, heh, heh.

"Nobody can have "assault" weapons! They're too shooty! Handguns are OK" pic.twitter.com/8goZwvDFLm

— Lilburner (@GiantPrepper) October 5, 2021

.. I got nuffin.

GunFeed II

 It is back

GunFeed.com

Well, crap.  Gunfeed is nothing but boner pills advertisements, now, instead of gun news.  Dunno if they go hacked of let their name expire or what.  Hope they come back.   

Recurring Dream

I keep dreaming family members GIVING me cars.  Like 1960s early 70s cars.  All clearly used, nothing cherry, but rust free, mechanically sound, clean American cars.  Like, I will have 2 or 3 of them plus my modern car.  

Like, here is a repainted 1965 Fury to go with the 68 Chevelle.  Both got about 60,000 miles on em.

I barely have room for the one.

And I keep misplacing the free old cars.  Like, forgetting where I have them.   Maybe they were stolen?  I din't even remember where the car keys are.

That's also kind of depressing.

I gotta get em registered and insured, but keep forgetting how.  And this hose clamp needs to be more than finger tight before I try to go anywhere, but I can't keep that straight in my head.  And I got no need for em, they are just kinda nice to have and to enjoy is my thought, even with the extra work.  I wanna put em all somewhere safe, so I guess I better move to a place with a barn.  But I can't...

You see how it is sort of a nightmare?  Not getting neat old cars, but the stress of caring for am and losing some.   

I had this thing

About the latest FBI/DOJ crime numbers.  I usually comment here about that.  But my inspiration monkey hasn't hit me in the head with his New Idea pipe wrench in a while.  My mood has been a bit sour lately.  You know why.

21,500 murders in 2020.  5,000 more than in 2019.

From NPR.  They haven't said it yet, but the idea can't be far behind. This is somehow going to be the gun's fault.  And not the 'demoralize and defund the police' fault.  

Of course!  Record amount of gun purchases, expecially by women and minorities, then record amounts of violence on women and minorities.  Like A follows B.  Right?  Connected!  Right?

Sounds like something the other side will say.

Well, that's enough activity for me.

Stupid cancer.

I replaced the terlet seat and now I am exhausted.  The old seat always gives me a hard time on removal.  I should have, YEARS ago, upgrades to the better terlet seat nuts for easier removal.

A little hacksaw work, a little vise grip action, and no damage to the bowl.  

Because of my condition it is very hard to get down to the floor.  It is harder to get back up again.  But I did.  That's enough for one day.  

Well, I do have to attend to the laundry.  I have no pants for next week.  

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New twist.  Doc's found a GIST.  Every new doc finds something new, NONE have anything to relieve the symptoms.  Like that getting down on the floor thing.    That's the most frustrating part of it all.

What's the gist of a GIST?  Gastrointestinal Strohmal Tumor.  Hooray.  So we gotta sus that all out now. 

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Almost stymied by a toilet seat.  Oh how the mighty have fallen.  But at least it's one of them new fangled no-slam seats, now.  Treat myself. 

This

This needs to be way more graphic and gory to be truly satisfying.

 

The Endarkening

It just seems to be a lot less content on the internet these days.  Not just here, but all over.  

Probably just me.

There was a time I could consume a lot more mudlarking videos, but now?  

Just in a blah when it comes to interesting things.  That's probably not good. 

Aviation

 I like, for this drink

• 3 parts Plymouth gin
• 1 part Maraschino liqueur 
• 1 part lemon juice
• 1 part Creme de Violette
• and a brandied cherry garnish.

Beautiful drink.  I prefer navy strength Plymouth gin, so this is a boozy drink.  Careful.

3:1:1:1 is easy to remember.  It looks more periwinkle than below, but very pretty.

Dinner

I had a Sazerac and an Aviation for dinner.  How bout you?

 

Rt

Well, that's nice.

If your Rt number is above one, you are getting MORE WuFlu cases.  If it is below one, your cases are dropping.  

No wonder we lost that damn war

That's no way to prospect.