Sandy G said:Well, I'm back, Beyotches
Compuder went Shazbat right after I posted last nite. It would not accept any posts from me, or even let me go to another website.. The WORST fall I had was tripping over my 2 left feet at a local beanery. Tried to pull myself up, but was in my wife's Touareg & the whole front end of it is soft plastic. Got a pretty good "Place" over my left eye that bled like a Stuck Pig. The usual problem is I'd fall, bark my knees, & that made getting on my knees an impossibility. Neesd to instal a few "Oshit" bars around the joint so hopefully I could get myself vertical again. Have gotten into a "pissing Contest" w/the local horsepistol, I try to keep a few hydrocodone tablets around, but that is verboten. They also flew mad when I told 'em I took more than one at a time. The head nurse went berserk when I told her I'd popped as many as 6 at a time-all it did would do would let me sleep, NEVER got the least bit "Dopey".. Tried to tell 'em that I'm a Big Boy, & taking just ONE of any kind of pill was a waste of time. Doncha just LOVE the :"Busybodies" who insist on trying to save us from ourselves ?!? Grrrrrrrr...
LMAOMy sugar is the one thing I really pay attention to-150 is a bit on the high side for moi. The deal on the hydrocodone that pssed me off was that the nematodes were SO goddam happy they "Busted" me. Guess I'm the biggest junkie around.I made a mistake,I shouldn't have tried to squirrel a few pills back, & I had no intent whatsoever to try to deceive anybody, & I'd LOVE to see what other folks do when they've fell & boogered themselves up. Seemed to me it was way more important that they had all their "Is" dotted & "Ts" crossed. And to be honest, this Hydrocodone crap methinks is way over rated.Remember, I grew up in the Seventies-I KNOW what gettin' high is all about, & THAT **** ain
't it... Another thing, ever since the stroke, I haven't had control over my "Nether" regions. It feels like I have a J5 Saturn rocket motor living in my tail-And, I DON'T have the keys to it. About once a week, I'll have an "Urge", & I'd better be on my way to the little boys's room, ; cause its fixing to storm. Never have-Yet- had a problem away from here, but I just never know when the next installment of the Shitheel express is gonna be. My blessed "Healthcare Providers" will go on & on over I had some happy ;pills squirrelled away, but talk to me about somehow disarming Mount Vesuvius? Fuhgeddaboutit...

Oh my Lord ! What a hoot !My sugar is the one thing I really pay attention to-150 is a bit on the high side for moi. The deal on the hydrocodone that pssed me off was that the nematodes were SO goddam happy they "Busted" me. Guess I'm the biggest junkie around.I made a mistake,I shouldn't have tried to squirrel a few pills back, & I had no intent whatsoever to try to deceive anybody, & I'd LOVE to see what other folks do when they've fell & boogered themselves up. Seemed to me it was way more important that they had all their "Is" dotted & "Ts" crossed. And to be honest, this Hydrocodone crap methinks is way over rated.Remember, I grew up in the Seventies-I KNOW what gettin' high is all about, & THAT **** ain
't it... Another thing, ever since the stroke, I haven't had control over my "Nether" regions. It feels like I have a J5 Saturn rocket motor living in my tail-And, I DON'T have the keys to it. About once a week, I'll have an "Urge", & I'd better be on my way to the little boys's room, ; cause its fixing to storm. Never have-Yet- had a problem away from here, but I just never know when the next installment of the Shitheel express is gonna be. My blessed "Healthcare Providers" will go on & on over I had some happy ;pills squirrelled away, but talk to me about somehow disarming Mount Vesuvius? Fuhgeddaboutit...
All this and chicken soup and Sandy should be good as new ."Growing up in a household of ultra-serious Germans..." I know a lot of such ultra-serious Krauts... my neighbours, for example. Friendly people, but their sense of humour is Zero. My family does not belong to this sort of people. At least most of them.
Sandy, I told my 90 years old mother (who survived four different sorts of cancer) about your calamities. She said that getting older in general is not an easy joband she is sending to you a smile...and a hug...
So do I.