And there was once a time.......2+2 in some cases add up to 4. But....in today's society, 2+2 can equal any number. "Where the hell that come from Billy Bob, what are you think'n"?
See what I'm talk'n bout, my mind is a wonderous thing. I was think'n bout golf an' that is what my mind said. So we won't be talk'n bout no golf today. If things go as planned, this will be a short post. Sissy would bet on this.....I betcha a dollar.
This morn'n was one of the worstest mornings I've had in a long time. It's got to be something to do with my freak'n number bed. High pressure don't work. Low pressure don't work. An' mid pressure don't work neither. I don't hurt till morn'n. An' this morn'n, I would have just as well welcomed not wake'n up at all to the aches an' pains I did wake up to. After a couple hours, I'm good to go. Well, kind of sorta.
I didn't mention it, but a couple days ago...I was all excitis. Think'n bout my trip to Georgia an' all that stuff. Kids, grandkids, free food, waited on hand an' foot....get'n my back fixed by some quack doctor that don't even know my name. Stuff like that. Then I turn on the weather forecasts. Took that excitis right down the drain. Gurgle gurgle gurgle.....poooof, gone just like that.
"Mama Nature, you really piss'n me off". Ya see, there's a (another) front headed this way right now. High winds, an' buckets of rain for the next few days....an' I don't know what else. Hail was mentioned. An' not far behind this one, is another one. Oh wait, all that has changed. Dad gum weather people don't "no nuttin". "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"?
Have ya ever tried to take back time? You know, go back to a time when ya felt good an' could do most anything ya want to. That what I been do'n for the last few years....an' it ain't happen yet. Accept'n the way I am today ain't gonna happen. I'm depressed 90% of the time. The other 10% I'm play'n golf an' eat'n Mexican food. An' that just makes me wanna lay down an' give slap up.
Fish'n??? No, I don't think I can do that no more. Well, maybe sit'n in a chair sip'n up a cup on the bank I could fish. But that ain't fish'n. Men don't sit on the freak'n bank wait'n for a fish....they go find the fish. The "bubba boat"? Don't see no way I can get in an' out of that thing. "Just think bout all the fish'n license money you gonna save Billy Bob". Shut the hell up Dilbert, I love fish'n.
But....I can still sit here an' tell ya stories of yesteryear. An' they not "tall tales". A little spice is added for flavor, but they nuttin but the truth. Problem is, I'm lose'n my freak'n mind. Now....what was we talk'n bout???
See what I'm talk'n bout, my mind is a wonderous thing. I was think'n bout golf an' that is what my mind said. So we won't be talk'n bout no golf today. If things go as planned, this will be a short post. Sissy would bet on this.....I betcha a dollar.
This morn'n was one of the worstest mornings I've had in a long time. It's got to be something to do with my freak'n number bed. High pressure don't work. Low pressure don't work. An' mid pressure don't work neither. I don't hurt till morn'n. An' this morn'n, I would have just as well welcomed not wake'n up at all to the aches an' pains I did wake up to. After a couple hours, I'm good to go. Well, kind of sorta.
I didn't mention it, but a couple days ago...I was all excitis. Think'n bout my trip to Georgia an' all that stuff. Kids, grandkids, free food, waited on hand an' foot....get'n my back fixed by some quack doctor that don't even know my name. Stuff like that. Then I turn on the weather forecasts. Took that excitis right down the drain. Gurgle gurgle gurgle.....poooof, gone just like that.
"Mama Nature, you really piss'n me off". Ya see, there's a (another) front headed this way right now. High winds, an' buckets of rain for the next few days....an' I don't know what else. Hail was mentioned. An' not far behind this one, is another one. Oh wait, all that has changed. Dad gum weather people don't "no nuttin". "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"?
Have ya ever tried to take back time? You know, go back to a time when ya felt good an' could do most anything ya want to. That what I been do'n for the last few years....an' it ain't happen yet. Accept'n the way I am today ain't gonna happen. I'm depressed 90% of the time. The other 10% I'm play'n golf an' eat'n Mexican food. An' that just makes me wanna lay down an' give slap up.
Fish'n??? No, I don't think I can do that no more. Well, maybe sit'n in a chair sip'n up a cup on the bank I could fish. But that ain't fish'n. Men don't sit on the freak'n bank wait'n for a fish....they go find the fish. The "bubba boat"? Don't see no way I can get in an' out of that thing. "Just think bout all the fish'n license money you gonna save Billy Bob". Shut the hell up Dilbert, I love fish'n.
But....I can still sit here an' tell ya stories of yesteryear. An' they not "tall tales". A little spice is added for flavor, but they nuttin but the truth. Problem is, I'm lose'n my freak'n mind. Now....what was we talk'n bout???
Dang, BB, you just can't give up fishing!! I haven't been fishing in years, but I haven't given it up for good. Just don't make special trips just to fish anymore.
ReplyDeleteIt's all fine an' good if you are able to go fish'n, but if'n ya ain't able due to health issues......what ya think?
DeleteNow....if'n ya ain't been fish'n in years, are ya still a fisherman?
I was justa teasin' you about "tall tales". I know you speakin' true facts. An I ain't gonna bet no more cause I'm only losing money.
ReplyDelete" But that ain't fish'n. Men don't sit on the freak'n bank wait'n for a fish....they go find the fish"
Men do so catch fish and have a ball doing so while fishing from the bank. Brother's catching the huge stripers/rock fish/bass left and right at this time. He's never had a boat but a lifetime enjoying his fishing. Heck, now he isn't physically able to climb in a boat.
So's ye never know, lessen you just do it ....on the bank of de ribbers or lakes, with a big thermos of coffee.
BB sometimes you just have to just suck it up and make yourself get off that couch.
ReplyDeleteBeing in pain is a you know what but you can't let it control your life.I know that is easier said than done. The hard part for me is I never know what I want to take with me.
good luck.
ahhh enjoying each day you are on the top side of the dirt is a good thing!
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You definitely need a change in your life. Hope the weather gives you a break so you can get through to GA, see that quack doctor about your back, get waited on hand and foot, get free food, swak some golf balls, and all that.
ReplyDeleteAnybody have a fishing forecast for this weekend?
ReplyDeleteFishing will be great. Catching is still the unknown.
DeleteO.K. I'm on my way.
DeleteFind out the best rated hospital in the area of Georgia where you're going to be. Call them and ask who they recommend for a back surgeon. They are not going to give you the name of a "Quack" or anyone who has had lawsuits or complaints. I fell and broke my right hip right after Hurricane Katrina, got to the hospital and was asked which orthopedic surgeon I wanted to do my surgery. How would I know? I never had an orthopedic surgeon before. Somewhere along in there I was taken for xrays. I asked the technician if she ever did xrays in surgery and she said yes. I asked her who the best ortho was she had ever worked with, as in, if YOU had to have surgery who would you want to do it? She gave me a name. A few hours later I was asked again who I wanted to do my surgery. I gave the name the xray tech had told me. An hour later this big gorgeous man in his mid 50's walked into the room, grabbed my hand and introduced himself and told me he was going to do my hip surgery. I have been seeing him now for 9 years. I told him once if I ever had to have any kind of surgery again I wanted him to just be in the room while it was going on because I know he would make sure it was done right. My constant prayer now that he is getting close to retirement age is to make sure any bone problems I have manifest themselves before that happens so Dr. Chuck can do my surgery. So the best way to find a good doctor of any kind is to ask people who have gone to them and are happy.
ReplyDeleteWish my mother could have read this reply 15 years ago. The orthopedic surgeon that performed her hip surgery is the lousiest doctor in Del Rio. I was living in Houston at the time and the internet was not readily available with all the information there is out there now,
DeleteVery good advice Kathie Bass, hope it can help someone now or in the future.
Now can't ya go fish'in like OFM Barney do, don't think he has a boat. Maybe you could out fish him too.
ReplyDeleteOFM Barney doesn't need no stinking boat to catch fish.
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