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New doctor. Yeah, I’m nervous.
My printer died. I ordered a new one and it arrived today.
Now I can finally catch up on all the things I need to print out. Like a medication list to take to the doctor I’m meeting with at the end of the month to see if she’s who I want to be my new primary doctor.
It’s a bit scary to be changing doctors after over 30 years with the same one. That’s why I decided to do a basic ‘interview’ appointment before I make a decision. Who knows, I might be seeing several doctors before I find the right one. Although I did a lot of research just to find this one.
I think after my present doctor’s illness and seizures he’s been more interested in The Curmudgeon’s health. Probably because his son also has MS but refuses to take any medications for it. He’s always curious about the medication The Curmudgeon takes.
However, I don’t think it’s good for my health when a few minutes into my appointment he begins to ask me about The Curmudgeon and ignores any questions I have about my health or derails my train of thought so I forget to ask questions. Yep, time for new doctor.
Above the law? Hell no!
So, yesterday in another ‘distract the people’ move #Twitler #TheTwitiot #Whitehouserat #Cheeto bombed Syria without congressional permission.
Folks, there’s a reason why we have certain rules and laws, and when they are ignored there are consequences.
#Theorangetroll thinks he is above the laws and rules that govern our country. Well, he’s not. No matter how much money or power you have you are NOT above the law.
Did his move distract you from all the other crap he’s doing? Of course it did.
Meanwhile instead of being in the Whitehouse situation room keeping an eye on the situation, he’s once again in Mar-a-lago playing golf.
A long and tiring day
Yesterday I took The Curmudgeon to get a haircut. He’s been desperate to go. His truck won’t start (thank goodness) so he couldn’t drive himself. He is not allowed to drive my van. Ever.
Brought G along too so she could pick up some stuff she needed.
After G was through in the dollar store and bagel shop, we got The Curmudgeon from the salon and put him in the van to wait while we went into the grocery store.
Once home, after the groceries found their places, dogs kept me hopping until time to cook dinner and feed them rolled around.
Then, I finally had a chance to sit when I ate dinner. A wave of exhaustion hit me. Hard. As soon as the dishes were finished, I sat on the couch with Lucy and promptly fell asleep for an hour.
Let’s cut through the bullshit
#Twitler #Thewhitehouserat #Twitiot #theorangetroll has The Sierra Club screaming about his “publicity stunt” donation of his first three months of salary to the National Parks Service.
After all, the Twitiot is proposing to rip 2 billion dollars from the Interior Department budget, I really don’t think his measly $78,333.00 check comes close to cutting it folks.
Hell, the man child has 2 billion in his pocket for walking around money. His check amounts to a chump change publicity stunt.
Open your eyes, take a deep breath, and smell the bullshit. My goodness, it’s so deep out there on Capitol Hill we’ll all need hip boots.
We are literally going down the toilet
I understand that yesterday morning news people were remarking on how #Twitler was twittering all sorts of insanity. As if that is something new coming from him. Gee, another day another #Tantrump. I do wish someone would flush his phone and slap him upside the head.
The #Twitiot thinks he can run the presidency like he ran all his business ventures (into the ground) and have no repercussions from it.
This raving lunatic is running our country from a Whitehouse toilet, on a phone that is probably smarter than he is.
And he still has people believing he is the best thing since sliced bread. The Trummings will follow him right off the cliff.
Stand your ground and fight him, he is nothing but a bully and a lunatic.
This non president and congress have a lot to account for…
If ever someone deserved a good old fashioned tarring, feathering, and ridden out of town on a rail, it is #Twitler #notmypresident #whitehouserat #Cheeto and every member of congress who supports the bullshit they are ramming down our throats.
Gentlemen and ladies (and I use the terms loosely), You do not deserve to be in office. You have forgotten that We the People are your bosses. You are not ours.
It’s time you all joined reality. You need your salaries cut to the bone, your special privileges ripped away, and all that gravy scraped off your plates.
Your salary should be no more than the average American earns. You should pay into Social Security like the rest of the people do. Your medical insurance should also be the same as the average American.
You were elected by us to do a job. A job you have failed to do. Instead, you are working for big corporations and any other lobbyist who pays you enough.
This has to stop.
Give us back our clean water and air.
Give us back our public lands and the protection of the animals of our country.
Give us a safe infrastructure.
Stop spending money on wars and destruction and instead, spend it on taking care of the veterans, the poor, the old, sick and hungry.
Give our country back its humanity.
Give our country back its soul.
Stop with the racism, bigotry, misogyny, and homophobia.
Give us our heart.
Almost didn’t post today
After spending an hour and a half loading The Curmudgeon’s pill cases for the month, my eyes are tired, my back is killing me, my neck is stiff, and my head aches.
I do this every month.
Not once have I ever heard a thank you.
When I’d set my Mom’s pills up for her while she visited, she always said thank you to me and hers didn’t take half as long to do. But I only had set up a week at a time for her.
This is what I do for The Curmudgeon.
Best ending to any day…
They called it *Dark side of the Moon* it is dark, smooth, dreamy creamy, and oh so so chocolaty! Rich dark chocolate deliciousness.
G bought it for me at the farmers market yesterday.
She’d promised me one a month before my birthday but had knee surgery when the time rolled around. She was laid up on my birthday, in the hospital recovering from her surgery.
You need to know. This only about the third or fourth birthday cake I’ve had in the last 43 years. She knew this and that’s why, even late, it was a big deal for me.
Yummiest chocolate cake ever!
Another WTF is that idiot doing day.
We have truly fallen down the rabbit hole and unfortunately it’s not Alice’s wonderland we have found at the bottom.
This is a rabbit hole of despair, horror, and insanity.
A man with the temperament of a spoiled rotten three-year-old holds our people hostage. #Twitler #TheWhitehouserat and his evil cronies are stripping away all that made this country great and have turned us into the country that may well destroy this world of ours.
We will have factories belching toxic smoke again. Rivers, streams, and lakes polluted and burning. Air quality so poor you’ll have to wear respirators. Oh yeah #theorangetroll will make us great again. Great destroyers of beauty and life.
Please countries of the world sanction the #whitehouseidiot! Help us impeach him and drive his cronies out.
This cannot stand
It saddens me that #theorangebaboon and the Republican party are out to rip apart all the legislation that protects our air, lands, water, and animals.
It saddens me that they have no desire to work for us as they should but are so greedy that lining their pockets ranks number one on their agendas.
It frightens me that #Twitler is ignoring our laws and doing as he pleases. Really, giving titles and offices to your son? Your daughter? Nepotism at its best.
It angers me that The Republicans and #Cheeto seem to have a need to gut all programs that aid women and children.
Education, so important, is tossed aside and his person who is responsible for it is completely unfit for the job. All she brings to the table is her wealthy ignorance and large bank account.
The whole ‘let them eat cake’ attitude of this administration is detrimental to us all.
Rise up! This cannot stand.
I just live here…
A thank you once in a while.
Please, would also be nice to hear more often, it makes one feel less like a servant.
I’m sick of you asking “what’s for dinner?” and not helping me out with an idea when I give you a list of things I could make. I am tired of making that decision day in and day out. Then having you complain that you didn’t want that.
You know you’ve been told frequently that you are difficult to hear (and not just by me) because you mumble or speak too quietly. Why don’t you turn down the sound on the TV and speak loud enough for everyone to hear you.
Because you’re afraid I won’t hear you if you fall or get sick again, I’ve slept on the couch for well over a year now. My back hurts.
When you fall, you insist I help get you up and you know you’ve injured my back enough times that…my back hurts.
You get mad at me when I call for help to get you up.
I cook.
I clean as best as I can…but my back hurts.
I go to our family doctor, tell him my back hurts, and he asks how you are doing.
He doesn’t check my back. He doesn’t order x-rays or MRIs to see if there is damage. He quickly listens to my heart and my lungs. Asks if I need refills on my pills but ignores me when I tell him my back hurts.
Time for a new doctor who doesn’t know you. A doctor who sees me and not you when I am standing in front of him.
I have one friend who comes to see me. All the others have walked away. I can’t get away to make new friends either. You don’t like me to be gone for more than an hour. If I am gone longer, you look for any excuse to repeatedly call me on my cell phone (I knew I was going to regret getting it.
I am not a happy person anymore. I don’t laugh much. I do cry a lot.
I just live here, I don’t enjoy life.
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