daze of doctors
I had yet another appointment with the foot doctor yesterday morning. Car-girl, like a Rocket-man, got me there on time. Or at least what I thought was on time: yummy slimchick at the desk told me I'd arrived half an hour early, so I went across the room, asked the nurse at No-man's office to take my blood pressure. After discovering that it was still running high, almost as soon as I sat down on the opposite side of the room, Macaroni's nurse called me in. A quick visit: bandage on & off; prescription for more pain pills. Called Car-girl, rode home, ate leftover No-Bake, then finished the near-total re-make/re-model of TC, now Plutonian. Nubile & Nubian, Dawn moves upon the dwarf planet, creating a nitrogen wind.
The old draft used too much jargon (near universal response from Critters), but it also failed as a story. Hence the Ladytron's transplant from a ship to an ice-world.
Finished the rough draft about the time Trish got home.
She's depressed, wanted me to call Jackie, fixed things with Bridget -- the bosses are giving Bridget a warning. So she was happy when she arrived back here.
Let her sit around & rest for awhile, then she went to the store to spend the last 5 buckadingdongs on the food stamp card on yogurt & syrup.
We had a rather late supper, almost 7:00, west North Dakota, Iron Claw Mountains, stranger by the river.
Watched a little TV, then went to bed, following a crackers & peanut butter snack, so I could take my pain pill. Numbed out in the Stone cold, I slept immediately, then woke up at 3:00-something, slept until almost 5:00. Woke up to the alarm clock (rare for me), then fixed my famous breakfast of pancakes.
It rained last night, & when the showers yet lingered this morning, Trish decided to call the cab. She barely touched her coffee when she had to go. Large bus-like -- the Magic Van -- object outside, & out the door she went.
Trish had just barely left on the taxi when the doorbell rang. My initial feeling was that I'd have to make Kimothy Leery, paranoid as she is, I don't want her coming over when Trish is at work. This is my time, to torment the computer. In Dawn, it's opto-electronic.
Instead, Dominique & Kathy from Dawn's Drugs stood there. I didn't recognize them at first. When I let them in, they'd loaned me a blood pressure cuff, 'cause I'd asked the new guy about prices. With this rainy weather, I'm leery about stepping into puddles with the thing on my foot.
172/104
Still high.
Pointed out the blue on "City of Dragons;" intend also to write a fantasy with that name. They liked it, & asked to see it when it's done.
I really need to get my art into a gallery. Controlling Fate from Thousands of Light-Years Ahead. It's not the buckadingdongs. It's the issue of, I'm an artist; I have poor vision & I must create.
A couple light-daze to Pluto? Must find out. Have to engage in typewriter torment. Bi-bi, Lucy in the Ogdoad with Dianonds -- does anyone else read this thing? Am I being brutally honest for no reason? Find out later on the never-ending journal on the edge of time.
The old draft used too much jargon (near universal response from Critters), but it also failed as a story. Hence the Ladytron's transplant from a ship to an ice-world.
Finished the rough draft about the time Trish got home.
She's depressed, wanted me to call Jackie, fixed things with Bridget -- the bosses are giving Bridget a warning. So she was happy when she arrived back here.
Let her sit around & rest for awhile, then she went to the store to spend the last 5 buckadingdongs on the food stamp card on yogurt & syrup.
We had a rather late supper, almost 7:00, west North Dakota, Iron Claw Mountains, stranger by the river.
Watched a little TV, then went to bed, following a crackers & peanut butter snack, so I could take my pain pill. Numbed out in the Stone cold, I slept immediately, then woke up at 3:00-something, slept until almost 5:00. Woke up to the alarm clock (rare for me), then fixed my famous breakfast of pancakes.
It rained last night, & when the showers yet lingered this morning, Trish decided to call the cab. She barely touched her coffee when she had to go. Large bus-like -- the Magic Van -- object outside, & out the door she went.
Trish had just barely left on the taxi when the doorbell rang. My initial feeling was that I'd have to make Kimothy Leery, paranoid as she is, I don't want her coming over when Trish is at work. This is my time, to torment the computer. In Dawn, it's opto-electronic.
Instead, Dominique & Kathy from Dawn's Drugs stood there. I didn't recognize them at first. When I let them in, they'd loaned me a blood pressure cuff, 'cause I'd asked the new guy about prices. With this rainy weather, I'm leery about stepping into puddles with the thing on my foot.
172/104
Still high.
Pointed out the blue on "City of Dragons;" intend also to write a fantasy with that name. They liked it, & asked to see it when it's done.
I really need to get my art into a gallery. Controlling Fate from Thousands of Light-Years Ahead. It's not the buckadingdongs. It's the issue of, I'm an artist; I have poor vision & I must create.
A couple light-daze to Pluto? Must find out. Have to engage in typewriter torment. Bi-bi, Lucy in the Ogdoad with Dianonds -- does anyone else read this thing? Am I being brutally honest for no reason? Find out later on the never-ending journal on the edge of time.
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