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Did I get run over by a bus and just forget the incident? I am grumpy too. Oh, and probably a wee paranoid (if I think I am correct about it). Never mind. I set my alarm for 10:30 and woke shortly thereafter. Good thing too, my lady friend called. She wanted to know if I have a spare cd player. Her cd player broke. I asked what was wrong with it, then realized there really, often, isn't a way to fix them anymore, not cost effectively. And, well, even if it was fixable she would not be the woman for the job. As feminist as she is, she has zero manability. Maps, to a degree, she can do (if she isn't looking at it upside down). Most other things... not so much. If my money comes in soon, and I figure everything out financially before long, I may send her mine. I almost never use it. Well, just lets say I really never use it.
We had a good talk otherwise. It was good to hear her, today, for the first time I remember, indicate that as hard as life, money, and whatever can be... that her little life is good. That she likes being alive and enjoys her life. I do pray for her. I have often worried about her becoming suicidal. No, I won't mess with that. I will pray for her, I will tell her I still love her, I will even offer a place here should she retire and have nothing but SS. I won't go into suicide with her. I just track it on the fringes. She would be a great help with the garden. She loves to do that. If she would help with that, and nag me a bit to help, we could grow and store enough food for the year. I could then afford the meats and sundry other food items. She would merely be a housemate too. No funny stuff, I have gone straight as an arrow and she... well, she is she.
I received a call while I was speaking with her. I don't know how to put people on hold, and wouldn't do it anyway (it's rude unless one is in a business setting, as I see things). Yeah, my mother does it all the time, but with her I see it AS business. She does a hundred and one things for a dozen different people. Ugh. I did a reverse look up and came up shy. So I did a area code check. It comes from a place one of the few people I remember from the Navy, a very good friend, originated from. I doubt if he would try to call me, might not even remember me anymore. I was the only guy, when we graduated from boot, who he allowed to dance with his fiancee. And I lent him nearly two months worth of pay so he could fly out and visit her. I even offered advice so they might avoid actual intercourse before they wed (they really wanted to avoid it but weren't sure how). Now my advice was a bit racy, but did the trick. They were married last I heard, say at least 12 to 15 years. With some carpet munchers besides. I doubt it was him. Probably some robo-dialing business wanting money they don't or didn't earn. Then again, no message. I ought to call back and find out who called.
I am feeling a bit better. I am deep to the bone tired though still. Meh, gives me something else to grump about.
Have a good day.
You don't suppose that fall on your hip that you didn't feel hurt from, still managed to do some damage elsewhere, such as messing with your sacral pelvic joints? Those joints can go out of place, not cause a lot of pain, but still cause a host of odd symptoms of discomfiture. Not necessarily limited to the pelvis area.
ReplyDeleteI had a lady friend in college, NROTC, who put her hip out of joint. She did not feel a lot of pain, but a few days later she fainted while standing at attention during some drill or another. It took a visit to a physical therapist to put it back in place.
You might have something there. And, as I have noted, I often don't feel pain when I should beyond that. It might also explain the grumpy and touchy goings on of late. I still feel a lot of negative feedback from a few of the guys. But maybe I am overreacting a bit too. When you hurt you do that, even if you can't feel it. It's an animal thing. I want to discuss ear wax removal anyway. And she did say to be back in... four months? It's been six or eight. They don't really like me at the clinic, not even the peons. Really. Or at even non-V.A. medical. Because I don't just take orders. They aren't a part of the chain of command and their pansy ways are not my ways. Fix it or shut up and let me get back to work! Bah!
ReplyDeleteI doubt if the V.A. would even see me for such a thing. Then again, I could call. Hmm, my primary was supposed to have set up an appointment by now. I know they hate seeing me because I just send them back with some homework. :p Yeah, I suppose I could call.