Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitchin about it, it's actually quite nice that they send the carpet cleaning lepers my way every once in a while, but it is a bit unnerving having a couple high-school dropouts rummaging about in my domicile whilst I'm not there. Right? Cause I know if I was a chronic dope-smoking high-school dropout guy working at the A1 Carpet Cleaners shop for $7.50 per hour, well, I'd probably nose about in the people's stuff sitting about. Not that there's much to see, really, cause I keep all the El Quadia training tapes locked in a safe-deposit box under a fake name, but still.
Then tomorrow morning I'm going to the "lab" to have some blood taken, then it's a visit to see Dr. Bombay on Montag to make sure the cholesterol is still okay. That means I have to "fast" for 12 friggin hours, although I'm going to damn the torpedoes and cheat with some coffee in the morning. Then directly after giving blood I'm going to the drive-through for a dozen sausage McMuffins! Wooo! Maybe a short stack and some hash brownes too.
Plus I'm going to have her look at my ear. The glands are still swollen, although I otherwise feel fine, except for when the ear feels like it needs to pop. I'm sure she'll have me go give even more blood and then reschedule me for appointments with 34 different specialists just so she can claim due diligence and prevent me from being able to sue her. I've got a sneaky suspicion it's related to my wisdom teeth, which have never been taken out and which my dentist guy seems to think may cause me some grief at some point. I guess it's possible the tooth is pressing against some nerve or something, but then again I would think that might be kinda painful and I'm not in any pain, so who knows. Okay, I'll answer that, Dr. Bombay better know. That's who.
Tomorrow is also the day that my dad is hauling my 200 year old Grandpops off to the
last stop on the block assisted dieing living place. Dad's not really cut-out to be a care-giver but to his credit he's lived with Grandpops for the past 7 years doing his best, but Gramps is getting to be too much for him. If Gramps can get over being out of his house, the same house he's lived in for some 50 odd years, it may be the best thing for him as he can make some new friends to yell at and they have 3 big-screen TV's there so he can actually watch TV if he wants. Still it's kinda sad. So here's looking at you Gramps, you're kinda nutty at times but you always did right by me!
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