I can’t help it if you don’t give a crap about any of this. Get over it, okay?
Here are five of my latest iPhone cases. All of them (with the exception of the yellow rose on burlap) come in at least three additional color options. Tell your friends!
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| Meet The Howdygram Store’s latest additions! |
Incidentally, as a side note, some years ago I was diagnosed — by an actual therapist! — with an “addictive personality disorder,” which explains why I can only focus myself on one hobby at a time. Lately it’s been my Zazzle marketplace(s), although I’m hoping to swing back to the Howdygram now …. or maybe even find a way to enjoy both addictions at the same time. Jesus, I wish I could just be normal ...
For your possible interest and amusement, I’m delighted to post my first entry in the “No Spring Chickens” club! Please note that my critiques here are shared with affection, as I’m now in this category myself, as are all of my friends — I only have two — and many of my favorite relatives.
Concerning the four celebrities pictured below …
- I guess you really can’t make fun of BOB BARKER at 95 years old … he just deserves a big mazel tov for still being alive to enjoy all his money.
- BRIGITTE BARDOT, on the other hand, is a complete mess. She recently told a French magazine: “I lived the first half of my life for men; I’m living the second half for animals and activism.” Frankly, I don’t think she has a choice.
- I guess the only one here who hasn’t turned into a scary-looking senior citizen is GARY BURGHOFF. Face it … if you bumped into him at Trader Joe’s you’d recognize him in a heartbeat, right?
- As for DOLLY PARTON, the poor girl has finally reached that point where her plastic surgery has morphed her into a cartoon. What the fuck is going on with her lips? Jesus!
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| How a Bactrim tablet (top) compares in size to a normal Neurontin capsule. |
I take Neurontin (Gabapentin) for diabetic neuropathy pain, six capsules a day, but this is just one of many drugs in my universe. The others include: 1) Metoprolol, to slow my heart rate; 2) Furosemide, a high-powered diuretic; 3) Allopurinol, for gout; 4) Amitriptyline, an antidepressant; 5) Trazodone, a sedative; 6) Hydrocodone, for pain; 7) Humulin R, mealtime insulin; and 8) Lantus Solostar, long-acting insulin injected at bedtime. Holy shit.
Just so you know, Sam and I have been battling with the hospice administrator about treatment for my never-ending UTI, and a couple of days ago we got into a rather heated discussion about my “options.” Bea said the doctor wants to yank my catheter and see what happens without it. Seriously? I can’t stand up or walk to a commode … without a catheter I’d just lie in bed and pee all over myself! Even though Bea promised to arrange for 24-hour nursing care to clean me up, the entire plan sounds ridiculous. Wouldn’t you expect a responsible doctor to start with something less horrible and less invasive? Like, for instance, a urine culture to figure out which bacteria is causing this?
We’re into the wee hours of Friday morning now — 3:45 a.m. — and it’s blowing hard outside with wind gusts up to 25 m.p.h. We’re also expecting rain today (a 100% chance) beginning around sun-up with a warning about flooded creeks and freeway underpasses. Same old story. When we don’t have a drought, we’re drowning! Aside from wind and rain, Friday also will include a visit from my hospice C.N.A. at 10:30 a.m. for bathing and general hygiene, and my podiatrist, Dr. Wright, will be here for his quarterly visit at 1 p.m. to pamper my diabetic feet.
And on that pleasant note I think I’ll sign off now and watch the last half of a movie I started last night, a silly comedy called Page Miss Glory (1936) with Marion Davies, Pat O’Brien, Dick Powell and Mary Astor. The plot is stupid but the actors are terrific.
Thank you for reading this. Have a bagel for breakfast today, okay?
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