Friend Sandi writes and asks where I have been the last week, since I got that lump of coal. H'mmm, let me see now. Uhhhh, no where. Well, I did drive over to Marcella's Fine Cigars and Gifts a couple of times. See, they have these super recliners in the front of the story and fellow can work and puff his segar (spelling from the 1800s) with out the first rude distraction, at least from non-smokers. Pipe smokers, on the other hand, tend to enjoy asking other ffolks what they are doing it.
You are clicking away on your laptop, fellow comes into to by some tobaccao, sits down in the chair next to yours and spends five minutes going through the ritual of loading a bowl. The he asks for a light. He doesn't need one, he just wants to be sure you get a good view of his meerschaum-clay bowl carved in the likeness of some and rough and ready seafarer. Within a moment the bowl is framed by blue smoke and you can't help but be impressed by the workmanship and the obvious years of service ii has rendered. Since the ice has been broken, he decides to discuss Iowa politics revn though we are in Georgia, last I heard some distance from Iowa. Since I have no interest at all in Iowa politics, I just nod politely and keep on writing when I notice I have typed "Hillary" for no reason at all. Then a second sits down, goes through the same ritual and declares that while Iowa is important, it is nothing compared to New Hampshire. He says as goes NH (he used those initials, no kidding), goes the nominations, but who he hell the cares, the Democrats already have the big game sewn up. That's when I closed the lap top and began explaining to the realities of politics to both of these pikers. Which takes three hours as they are slow learners. And then Marcella sent us all home.
All this political talk has made me ready for a nap and so I take one on the new recliner until eight the next morning. Feeling all rested, I ask Sherry to please go out and bring in the newspaper, which again consumes three hours of time (one hour for reading and two for napping at times during the reading). By now, lunch is coming on and I am deciding exactly what member of the sustenance family I want to force down the old craw, when Sherry shows up and says we are going to the doctor. Seems they want to give me some fluids, some more albumin and a new nausea med. I take the lap top to get done what didn't get done the day before only to find that a about five minutes after the IV begins to drip I feel a little sleepy, make the mistake of pushing into a reclining position and, next thing I knew, that day was spent as well.
That night I take one of the little bitty nausea pills, which also serve an anti-anxiety remedy. Boy is it ever, as I have felt no anxiety at all since sipping it down. Nor much of anything else. Feeling a Little guilty for laying in bed the next morning until after nine, I moved to the television room and got another forty winks. By bedtime, I had gotten 500 winks and one good meal and said my prayers and was again in blissful non-anxiety.
Woke us this morning terribly hungry so to up some oatmeal and then about two hours later for eggs and bacon and now here I am doing something. All in all a productive week. No worries, caught up on my politics and hell bound and ready for the next opportunity to put my feet up.
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