Showing posts from February, 2019


Trinity East has exasperated us, per the norm, once again.  Mum complained of feeling "weird" at 1 am.  She had an extremely low pulse.  The night nurse told her that nothing was wrong, and she was "bringing it upon herself", ie her panic attacks are annoying. The problem with that statement is that panic attacks increase blood pressure and pulse. They don't drop a heart rate down to 39 beats a minute. The morning nurse took vitals once she came on shift, and properly raced to alert the doctors. Mum was loaded into an ambulance and taken to Trinity West.  When I arrived, she was in a small bay - the larger occupied by another cardiac patient - and hooked up to the happy red crash cart. Her heart rate was in the 50s, but her O2 was dismal at the 78-88% range.  They put her through a battery of tests before moving her upstairs to a room. I headed home without any answers as to what was causing this condition. It wasn't until the next day that I learne


Music is powerful.  It awakens our senses, lifting us to heights we never dreamed possible, or else giving us reason to gird our loins and grit our teeth.  It sways the masses. It lulls the infant.  It serves as a tool when in love.  It is the secondary heat beat for so many individuals. My go-to song when shit gets real is the old Sinatra tune, "My Way". Sung in a minor key, it serves no other purpose than to harness my determination to assert myself. For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught  To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels  The record shows I took the blows and did it my way... Such was the case all during February. My mother is still in the hospital. Mum is a stubborn individual. She holds on to everything , and frequently buys junk through Publishers Clearing House.  The result was clutter and everyday items left out because cupboards, shelves, drawers, and other storage areas were filled with


Does anyone remember the Publishers Clearing House of yesteryear?  The envelope would arrive with little stickers tucked inside.  You could order popular magazines at a nice discount.  They'd also enter you in their sweepstakes. Nostalgia be damned.  They now swindle people via phone apps and through their website, should your parents be computer savvy. PCH has gone too far with their bullshit, as I recently discovered. With my mother in the hospital, I have spent over two months dealing with DAILY mailings from this organization.  Our mailbox is also inundated with a metric crapton of adverts from other companies. And, to make matters worse, my parents receive far too many telephone solicitations. The culprit?  Considering I registered my parents' landline as a "do not call" number, the only way telemarketers could get the number is if someone in the house gave permission to an agency.  Publisher's Clearing House, to be exact. PCH is infamous fo

WINTER: An Adventure Every Day

...aka Ermahgerd wernder! The roads were insane today.  The city plow hadn't returned by time I left for my appointment. Though in the truck and using 4-wheel drive, I fishtailed down the alley, into the turn, down the main street, and up the road to the state highway.  There the road was plowed, but only one lane.  It was clear enough to do about 50mph in a sedan.  The problem was all the motorists doing 20mph.  This forced the rest of us to drive in the deep slush in order to pass them.  The result was a spin-out for most, or smacking the barrier between both sides of the highway. Total car and truck graveyard. Way too many pissed off, stranded motorists. Seriously, if you are not comfortable driving during inclement weather, do us all a favor and stay the hell home. Going slow is safe but not when your speed is so slow that it impairs all traffic behind you, including semis trying to get enough momentum to make it up hills. I had very little difficultly.  Y