so i guess i'm not quite a diabetic but i'm closer than my doctor is comfortable with. what sticks out more from the visit to the doctor was the smell of shit as soon as i walked in the door, a small kid coughing out his lungs and not covering his mouth, the new nurse with pants on a little too tight (unless she was one of these white girls that played soccer while growing up), and having to wait in the room for the squad to leave with the person from the room next to mine. good times. he's giving me a pill to take each morning that should help my numbers go down. if that does happen, he'll take me off of the pill. if not, as he told me i am predisposed to having diabetes because of genetics, he will leave me on the pill. he was pleased that i have given up white bread. i go back in 3 months.
the new nurse caught me off guard. i was prepared for the old one, especially since i got the haircut. plus, i was going to tell her about the poem i wrote about her, etc. etc. figures, i work up the courage and i'm all ready and (play some sad music) nothing happens. the new one was a little touchy though when giving me my flu shot. of course, she had a wedding ring on.
mom and i went up to Menard's to get a few things which of course turns into me getting ridiculous shit for the front yard as i work to improve this sophisticated white trash utopia of mine. we also needed some food for the birds.
after that, it was off to the grocery store. for some fucking reason, they won't have my medicine ready until 3 pm tomorrow. i suppose they don't know that i'm supposed to take this pill before i eat breakfast each morning. i figured that was a great start to this day in the grocery store. plus, we had to shop for next door as well. thankfully, they didn't have much as last time. i didn't notice many unwritten poems while in the store. we pulled back into the driveway nearly 4 1/2 hours after we left it. needless to say, i needed to eat something quickly. i got the groceries put away and made a quick sandwich. i figured that will hold me over until dinner.
the shows last night were good. Homeland was excellent. another great ending. The Affair was superb last night. that show is getting better each week. Last Week Tonight was great as well:
i lost my fantasy hockey yesterday 6-3-1. i'm at the point now where i'm just like fuck it. fantasy football didn't work out much better for me. it looks like i'm going to win one of my matches and lose the other 2. good times.
enjoy some music kids:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and Gotham. i will be watching Monday Night Raw and Monday Night Football. i'll also check out WWE Breaking Ground on WWE Network tonight.
not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. all i really want to do is get a good night of sleep or just fucking die already. i know my luck. neither will happen anytime soon.
i hope everyone had a great weekend. if you didn't, i really don't give a shit. i'm too busy with own crumbling empire at the moment.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Citizen Cope - Sideways
The Horrors - Still Life
The National - Sunshine on My Back
"Live or die, but don't poison everything." - Anne Sexton
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
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