Ischial tuberosity?

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So that is what I sit, and fall, on. I went looking for a little dirt about issues dealing with falling on it. Most things simply connect pain and the bone. Problem is I don't have pain. I did see something in there associating stroke with falls, caused by falls. That did catch my attention. While speaking with my lady friend I told her about it. She just said that I am weird in some ways. That's here answer for anything regarding Doom, for her. Bah, women! No help there. While I have been tired all week I haven't been ill nor did I get dizzy when rising quickly until after the fall. It's probably nothing. Still, it would be worth getting checked out. I might have them look at my ankle too. It is still a bit off from pushing that car out of the ditch. The boots I was wearing were warm, they just didn't provide any support or traction. Along with the ear wax clinic and a general checkup, I will be bringing them some business if they might just send me on to a bone doc for some of it, the ear clinic for a part of it, and just scribble something like "The bastard visited, ignored us, told us to relax, said he would follow some instructions (if we have doubts), and flirted with the ladies on the way in and out." Ha! I like being me sometimes.

I will try to get that package together and sent. I am guessing I can send it for less than $20. She is such a beggar. Then again, I really am not using those things I am sending. I know she will use the cd player, and the weaker hand/wrist exerciser more often than I do. I pretty much only use the big one, once I realized I still could use it easily enough. For me it just means less stuff gathering dust. Still, she reminds me of my cats. *meow?* Yeah, sure.

My mind is sort of funky. I was reading the delivery email regarding the Christmas present for my friend, while looking at the calender. Why it didn't make sense right off I can't say. But finally I got it. They were saying it should be outside near my front door... today? Yes, at 17:00 and change, while I was out, it was supposed to have been delivered. I back into my driveway as traffic can be heavy out front and I hate backing into heavy traffic to leave, often half asleep, so I wouldn't have seen it. I just checked, it is indeed here so of course I brought it in. Good thing I am visiting my friend tomorrow. Funny how those things work out just right sometimes, isn't it?

While checking the mail I received a larger than usual letter from the V.A. They want me to join a DNA based health research program. Huh? I can't trust the fuckers with my most intimate notions, without having them squeal like pigs in a way that is illegal in any other system, and they want me to trust them with my DNA profile? Hehehehehellno. God knows what they will do with that for any suckers who offer it up. It wouldn't surprise me if they do it behind my back, but they will NOT get my consent. I may have to check into medicare/medicaid again. Just check how much it would cost. I couldn't believe the gall. Well, okay, I could and did. Still sputtering about it anyway.

Good night.