Friday, 15 April 2011

By jimmininy

Doctors appointment today.

Woke up got outa bed, dragged a comb across my head. (click to link)

Actually, The Bear went to the Gym at 0805, (a free one-off sorted by a neighbour) staggered back again at 11 o'clock, and insisted on cutting my hair.

I feel naked.

She was, and is, in panic attack because we have my sisters wedding tomorrow morning.

T'ween you and me, I think my sister (in her early 40's) a is mad impetuous fool. Guess there are tax advantages.....

The Bear went to check my suit. It's only brought out for weddings and funerals. And discovered THE TROUSERS ARE MISSING.

Sherlock Holmes said that "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”. Oh yeah? Some buggers nicked me trousers. No sugar Sherlock.

So Bears orf down town, looking for some charcoal black trousers. Wimin. I'd gladly go without them.....

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Oh, Doctors.

Our relationship with our doc's is excellent. Diabetic appointment. Everything hunky-dory except it seems my blood cells are about 4 times the normal size. That means that tiny blood vessels can get blocked, causing mini- strokes. If you think about it, that makes sense. If you can get four little 'un's through, no problem. If yon big bugger gets in the way, it's a squeeze, blocking blood supply.

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Because I have trouble walking, I've been prescribed 50 mg Pregabalin. 1 tablet for 'a few days' , then two for 'another few days', followed by 3 a day. Googling around, I've found it sends people high as a kite. So if my posts get a bit wayward over the next week. Please forgive me (linky)






2 comments:

Rare Lesser Spotted said...

Great post young man - stick with it

Josie said...

Hope you get some trousers in time for the wedding!

have a good weekend both of you.
Josie x