wirehair
Life's too short to drink cheap wine.
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Just an update:
Legs all gone, can't get out of bed, or do anything without being first placed into chair with hoyer lift (a device to lift 250 lbs. of dead meat- that would be me). Left arm pretty ded, right arm on the way. Can't cut food, that means prime rib is off my diet, luckily I made a trip to lawry's just before I went over the edge. A 48 oz piece of meat, that's the way to finish that part. one of the worst things is inability to scratch about any itch, need a big-twitted blonde on standby. Ain't gonna happen.
Now for the bad news, wasn't able to open the bottle of Gatorade his AM, so I was forced to pour a couple inches of corn whiskey into a glass instead. This sn't ordinary corn whiskey, made from toasted blue corn. About the best corn whiskey ever, but since a bottle of this stuff cots more than a bottle of Crown Black, not a good buy. Mixed with ginger ale it's acceptable, so I find myself drinking whiskey & ginger at 10AM. THROUGH A STRAW!
This PM a buddy will drop by & bring a beer supply so my inventory will be updated, since I was down to one Shiner, just in time. We'll probably sit out by the pool and wipe out that corn juice with a cigar.
Another really good thing, I get special treatment at the ballpark, park across the street, bring my own chair, and seem to have no problems getting tickets - very handy for sellouts. This has made me a very popular person to go to the ballpark with, and the Rangers are really kicking ass!
Guys, don't worry about me, I'll be OK, got at least a year left. Not gonna fool with a vent when can't breath any more, So I will disappear some day. But none of us will get out of this life alive.
Legs all gone, can't get out of bed, or do anything without being first placed into chair with hoyer lift (a device to lift 250 lbs. of dead meat- that would be me). Left arm pretty ded, right arm on the way. Can't cut food, that means prime rib is off my diet, luckily I made a trip to lawry's just before I went over the edge. A 48 oz piece of meat, that's the way to finish that part. one of the worst things is inability to scratch about any itch, need a big-twitted blonde on standby. Ain't gonna happen.
Now for the bad news, wasn't able to open the bottle of Gatorade his AM, so I was forced to pour a couple inches of corn whiskey into a glass instead. This sn't ordinary corn whiskey, made from toasted blue corn. About the best corn whiskey ever, but since a bottle of this stuff cots more than a bottle of Crown Black, not a good buy. Mixed with ginger ale it's acceptable, so I find myself drinking whiskey & ginger at 10AM. THROUGH A STRAW!
This PM a buddy will drop by & bring a beer supply so my inventory will be updated, since I was down to one Shiner, just in time. We'll probably sit out by the pool and wipe out that corn juice with a cigar.
Another really good thing, I get special treatment at the ballpark, park across the street, bring my own chair, and seem to have no problems getting tickets - very handy for sellouts. This has made me a very popular person to go to the ballpark with, and the Rangers are really kicking ass!
Guys, don't worry about me, I'll be OK, got at least a year left. Not gonna fool with a vent when can't breath any more, So I will disappear some day. But none of us will get out of this life alive.