I'm sure everbody is anxious....ha ha... to hear bout the outcome of yesterdays "hose pipe" episode.
Well yesterday weren't all that bad. Nuttin to it when your sound asleep. But by God, the day before sucked. Liquid diet day. My liquid diet consisted of mostly coffee. Drinked 2 pots before the dreaded 64 oz. Gatorade mixture start'n at 5pm. I hate Gatorade. I was fine for the first 4 cups of that stuff and then it hit me.....I wanna puke. I was sick for the rest of the day an' all night long. Belch'n up little Florida oranges. That what it taste like anyhows. Damn, I ain't never gonna do this again.
With my system completely cleaned out, I feel a lot better today. I eated me a egg at 2am...a slab of bread an' a few sips of coffe....'cause I was starv'n slap to death. Gonna brew me up a pot of chicken tater noodle soup here in a little bit. That should go down pretty good.
Anyhows.....nice doctor come in the room where I'm freez'n half to death an' she says..."Hi Mr. P, do you remember me"? Well yeah I remember you....you're that hot doctor from across the street. "Are you ready"? Yep, I'm ready...ya got a warm blanket? (it was cold outside an' they had the a/c run'n inside) No respect for us older folks!!
I'm wheeled into the water hose department. Nice lady injects some stuff in my already installed big ass needle an' says...."this is gonna be cold". Tells me to roll over on my side an' they stick this plastic thingy in my mouth. The nice lady says...."good night". That's the last thing I know. I was sound asleep.
All done an' back in the wake up room. Doc come in an' give me a report of what was found inside my poor old belly an' poop shoot. Damn!!! Good news, no ulcer. But....damn!!! I got stomach infection or something like that. Possible bacteria....won't know until lab results. A hiatus hernia....in my stomach, gastritis what ever the hell that is. Esophagitis...what ever the hell that is. A few other things I know nuttin bout. I'm gonna live.
All my recent attempts to work on the boat project ain't go'n so well. When I wanted to do some polyurethane work....it was rain'n. High humidity an' poly don't mix. So the boat is just sit'n over there on the trailer do'n nuttin.
I suppose I need to say something bout this cat. He's just a overgrowed kitten an' he has friends come to visit. That's the "in an' out the house ever 5 minutes" I was talk'n bout. Cat's play ya know. His litter box is in "da house" an' he refuses to use the outhouse outside. It's hard work for a cat to dig holes in red Georgia clay. Ha, he's sound asleep on my hobby table right now.
Nuttin wrong with Leonard other than he's a normal "cat attitude" "damn cat". He owns me....lock stock an' barrow. Damn cat!!!
Sure do wished I was in south Texas. It's get'n cold in Georgia. But that ain't gonna happen for a while. One my Walmart special electric heaters is bout to give up the ghost. Damn thermostat ain't work'n right. Somes time it don't shut off an' it get hot as hell in "da house" Other times it don't even come on an' it get cold in "da house". Time for a new heater. Also gonna have to get me a big propane tank before too long. With Mr Heater run'n, these small tanks ain't gonna last very long. Something like a gallon a day when it gets super cold. I don't look forward to that. $$$$$$$$$$ an' time to have refilled.
Ok, got to give it up for the day. Soup is started.
Well yesterday weren't all that bad. Nuttin to it when your sound asleep. But by God, the day before sucked. Liquid diet day. My liquid diet consisted of mostly coffee. Drinked 2 pots before the dreaded 64 oz. Gatorade mixture start'n at 5pm. I hate Gatorade. I was fine for the first 4 cups of that stuff and then it hit me.....I wanna puke. I was sick for the rest of the day an' all night long. Belch'n up little Florida oranges. That what it taste like anyhows. Damn, I ain't never gonna do this again.
With my system completely cleaned out, I feel a lot better today. I eated me a egg at 2am...a slab of bread an' a few sips of coffe....'cause I was starv'n slap to death. Gonna brew me up a pot of chicken tater noodle soup here in a little bit. That should go down pretty good.
Anyhows.....nice doctor come in the room where I'm freez'n half to death an' she says..."Hi Mr. P, do you remember me"? Well yeah I remember you....you're that hot doctor from across the street. "Are you ready"? Yep, I'm ready...ya got a warm blanket? (it was cold outside an' they had the a/c run'n inside) No respect for us older folks!!
I'm wheeled into the water hose department. Nice lady injects some stuff in my already installed big ass needle an' says...."this is gonna be cold". Tells me to roll over on my side an' they stick this plastic thingy in my mouth. The nice lady says...."good night". That's the last thing I know. I was sound asleep.
All done an' back in the wake up room. Doc come in an' give me a report of what was found inside my poor old belly an' poop shoot. Damn!!! Good news, no ulcer. But....damn!!! I got stomach infection or something like that. Possible bacteria....won't know until lab results. A hiatus hernia....in my stomach, gastritis what ever the hell that is. Esophagitis...what ever the hell that is. A few other things I know nuttin bout. I'm gonna live.
All my recent attempts to work on the boat project ain't go'n so well. When I wanted to do some polyurethane work....it was rain'n. High humidity an' poly don't mix. So the boat is just sit'n over there on the trailer do'n nuttin.
I suppose I need to say something bout this cat. He's just a overgrowed kitten an' he has friends come to visit. That's the "in an' out the house ever 5 minutes" I was talk'n bout. Cat's play ya know. His litter box is in "da house" an' he refuses to use the outhouse outside. It's hard work for a cat to dig holes in red Georgia clay. Ha, he's sound asleep on my hobby table right now.
Nuttin wrong with Leonard other than he's a normal "cat attitude" "damn cat". He owns me....lock stock an' barrow. Damn cat!!!
Sure do wished I was in south Texas. It's get'n cold in Georgia. But that ain't gonna happen for a while. One my Walmart special electric heaters is bout to give up the ghost. Damn thermostat ain't work'n right. Somes time it don't shut off an' it get hot as hell in "da house" Other times it don't even come on an' it get cold in "da house". Time for a new heater. Also gonna have to get me a big propane tank before too long. With Mr Heater run'n, these small tanks ain't gonna last very long. Something like a gallon a day when it gets super cold. I don't look forward to that. $$$$$$$$$$ an' time to have refilled.
Ok, got to give it up for the day. Soup is started.