Friday, February 03, 2006

All is well on the domestic front...R and I are getting along well.
I have an appointment with the rheumatology clinic next week. I do hope that the doctor will give me something for pain that actually works. It is getting a bit annoying to be walking around with a burning pain in my muscles and having little to no relief. Oh well, at least it isn't too bad...most of the time I don't feel like shooting myself in the head.
I finally got an appointment with the county dental clinic, (yea!) lets see how long it will take for the next appointment. I know that they will have to send me to the University of Chicago to see the oral surgeon. All of my upper teeth need to be removed and I have one lower front tooth that has to come out as well. I know that the clinic will give me a full denture, I'm not sure if they will do a partial for the lower though. How long I shall have to be toothless is also unknown at this time. A fun time for all I'm sure.
Topping all of this good news off is night sweats and hot flashes/power surges in abundance lately. This is not condusive to restful sleep or positive moods. It's a good thing that my anti-depressant works well or I might just entertain thoughts of climbing a clock-tower with an automatic rifle.
I do apologize to my blogging friends for not visiting, I find that I rarely have computer time lately.

I would like to thank my Aunt K. for the following...

The deadly GARDEN SNAKE

Never bring plants into the house.

Garden Grass Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can
be dangerous. Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes.

Here's why.

A couple in Sweetwater, Texas, had a lot of potted plants. During a recent
cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.
It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants and when it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.
She let out a very loud scream.
The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.
He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor. His wife thought he had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still and called an ambulance. The attendants rushed in, wouldn't listen to his protests and loaded him on the stretcher and started carrying him out.
About that time the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.
The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor man.
He volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief. But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she
felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to
revive her. The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery
store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches. The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor
lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that he had been bitten by the snake. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.
By now the police had arrived. They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the
women tried to explain how it all happened over a little green snake.
The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife.
The little snake again crawled out from under the sofa. One of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table. The table fell over
and the lamp on it shattered and as the bulb broke it started a fire in the drapes.
The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.
Meanwhile, the burning drapes, were seen by the neighbors who called the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire truck ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires and put out the electricity and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).
Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car, and all was right with their world.
A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.
That's when he shot her.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:28 AM

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