tmi. prolly

shirl inspired

A – Age: 66/17

B – Bed size:queen

C – Chores you hate: don’t have chores, don’t mind responsibilities

D – Dad’s Name: joseph

E – Essential start to your day item:sunshine

F – Favorite actor(s): cork hubbert.  he was better than anything you may have seen.

G – Gold or Silver: silver, or heavily coppered gold

H – Height: 5′ 8″ish.

I – Instruments you play(ed): guitar, piano, xaphoon, harmonica, banjo

J – Job title:boss

K – Kid(s):2

L – Living arrangements: apartment

M – Mom’s name: margaret

N – Nicknames:kimmi

O – Overnight hospital stay other than birth: too many, latest last month, next, next month

P – Pet peeve: whiners and wimps

Q – Quotes you like: “the harder you work, the luckier you get”

S – Siblings: reginald,ronald,roland,earl, la fleur. all halves

T – Time you wake up:varies wildly

U – Umbrella: in las vegas?

V – Vegetable you dislike: umm…no, apparently not

W – Ways you run late: i have a temporal pathology. healthy, i’m never late .

X – X-rays you’ve had: how many pages we got for this one?

Y-yummy foods you make: garlic chips

Z – Zodiac: scorpio.  you must’ve known that

yeah, i know.  i have a request in for that.

free pete rose!

the tv is tuned to the mlb network.  that’d be major league baseball, case you should happen to be, like, a foreigner, or somethin’.  they just ran a little collection of film clips of players in great moments in the games history.  of course there was a pete rose clip.  well, there’d have to be.

ok, so  he lied about gambling.  big friggin’ deal.  he never threw a game, or a run, or an out.  he played baseball.  real damn good.  he is baseball.  so, ok, he’s an asshole.  so was ty cobb.  and a few others.

as long as pete rose isn’t in the major league baseball hall of fame, the major league baseball hall of fame is meaningless.   major league baseball hall o’ doggie poo.  ’sall there is to it.

course, yeah, he’s ugly too, there’s that.  so was ty cobb.  and a few others.  but what i said, i said.  so there ya go.

g’nitie.

and again, then

where were we? was i?  at?  sorry, i’m screwin’ up fast as i can.  so ok, we kinda covered as far as the lumbar surgery.

081508…ooh, that was a way more difficult, painful, disabling experience than expected.  judging by others who’d just had similar procedure though, either mine wasn’t so rough, or i’m better at handling pain.  maybe deeper in denial.  “pain don’t hurt”.  kinda thing.  i’m initially stuck w a roommate who can’t handle it at all.  this comes to a head at 2am one morning when he starts yelling that he’s burning up because i turned off the ac.  he also phones his wife and demands that she come rescue and take care of him.  which she does, in about 30 minutes.  she apologizes for turning off the ac,  which she did before leaving, about 3 hours earlier.  anyway, we got him securely moved to another room, and succeeding roommates were more sane individuals, w less, apparently, painful recovery situations.  and after the first few days i can get around pretty much ok.  pretty much.  wheelchairs have that advantage.  but i’m still learning to walk.  it’s a bitch.  and, um, remember that one  (1) cigarette i was going to have after the surgery?  one.  had it.  it was good.  ahh, the second was even better.  so.  ok.  i made it thru 7  months.  as of this writing, i’m smoking 8 or 9 a day.  less if i can actually figure out something else to do.  and when they’re absolutely not available, i’m ok w that.  17 days in the rehab hospital.  learned to walk again.  and climb a few stairs.  not too many.  plus also, i got wheels.

112608…some days i use the walker.  it’s pretty much necessary for any serious  grocery shopping.  some days i just use a cane, from my little self-semi-carved collection.  only two falls so far.  none into traffic.  one close call on that.  this day i did about a quarter mile with neither.  just me, wobbling along.  slowly.

112708…started serious packing for the move to a real apartment.  lots of  bending and lifting and twisting.  not supposed to do those things.  gotta though.

120108…moving day.  more blt.  fell twice, once with a framed photo (gift from my son)(um, you can buy stuff there  too.  i mean, in case you should maybe want to.  he does good work, and he’s gonna be a star some day.  more sooner than later.) anyway, and a bottle of cuervo in the other.   so the strain that would have been eased by hands hitting the deck was all absorbed by knees and lower back.  back to using the walker pretty much full time for a couple weeks.  but my little apartment is nice.  worth the pain.

hmm.  i need to add some stuff from the laptop to the big external drive.  whole huge bunch of images that aren’t on the  desktop puter.  prolly break time anyway.  back soon.  really.  no, c’mon, trust me on this.

from then to now and back again. or

may be it’d be of interest to insert a bitty review/update on the whereabouts and whatof  of the life of kim?   oh.  well, we’ll  do it anyway.    try.  like…

011408…entered hospital, complications of pneumonia.   and maybe other stuff.  stayed 7 days.  quit smoking.  remained smoke free while living in a house that resembled less a home, more the drunk tank.  noticed that many foods seemed less desirable.  still excruciating pain preventing, most days, walks of more than a block or two.  um, usually less.  and not showing up here often with anything to say, or the ability to say it.

070108…awoke, on moving day, feeling not all that well.  managed the move, though, to a more pleasant, more private situation, still smoke free, nearly drunk and druggie free.  though not quite.  continued pain issues.  still feeling, through the month, not all that well.  often unable to keep food down, resulting in late month trips to the er.

080108…or maybe the day before.  not sure.  but, what the previous post was intended to be about.  more or less routine trip to my doctor’s office resulted in emergency trip to hospital, where the kidneys were quick pumped back into operating mode and the frequent hurl issue was apparently, if mysteriously, resolved.

080408…left hospital, returned home, to prepare for the soon to come, finally, spine surgery.  i can eat and drink normally now.  more or less.  stuff stays down.  but  it’s less interesting.  which is ok.  there’s far too much of me already, what with years now of lack of effective exercise.

080808…the spine surgery.  more than had been planned.  the lower three vertabrae are now one, with also lots of cutting and scraping and rebuilding and four screws.  medium sized.   and pain.  and strength and balance issues.  ya know, i really had expected this would be an overnight in the hospital, then home.  really.  had.  it became four nights, in  bed.   followed by two weeks and a few days in rehab hospital, learning to stand, walk, fall, get up again.   way slow ordeal.  lost 25 pounds of ugly fat though.  mostly fat.  in the first week.

022009…you wouldn’t wanna hear the words i’m thinkin’ right now.  just lost half the words i’d managed to force out three days ago.  so.  here’s this.  the fun part still lies ahead somewhere, even beyond what i’d completed.  more later.  maybe soon

i nearly missed my bus stop

that’s what saved my life.

hmm. alternate.

knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
becoming painfully routine
could use a little work. coudn’ most all of us ? but srsly tho… that glossed over and rapidly forgotten pneumonia episode in january? yeah, that one.
system breakdown. happens when you ignore that stuff for too long. so, i dunno xakly what was breakin’ down, and i’ve lost track of the discharge papers, but much of the first 2 days in the er room (band-aid shop, some might say) i was unsure whether i was alive or dead. it was a bizarre experience with truly grade a evil nurses and comic relief balding bespectacled impossibly pink-skinned med students from european countries where “th” and “w” sounds are unknown.
well, anyway, i quit smoking. been 6 months now, not a single urge. tho i kinda plan to smoke one after the spine surgery. one. yes, really. and i’ll enjoy it.
see how i’m avoidin’ sayin’ that it coulda killed me? it. it. not sure. smokin’? nah. pneumonia? umm. stubbornness? ignoring/forgetting it for 6 weeks ‘cos i thought i had other important things i had to do? ah, well, been there some.
but that was then. one time thingi, one creepin’ up on death every couple years, there’s some precedent for that. twice in six months? triflingly excessive.
um, i’m still kinda tired, and i need to be up and out early in the mornin’.

god is great, god is good

no shit, dude!!

course, i could look at this afternoon, that started as hell half-baked in a toaster-oven, yet blossomed into some of my most fun and productive hours (so far) this month, an’ ‘xplain it all away as “huge juevos conquers pain and dysfunction”. but god is more elegant. even tho my writing isn’t. ‘cept, ag’in, the fact that any writing is comin’ out o’ this … … brain-like-thing inside my head…

no, actually, i;ve never owned a toaster-oven, seen ‘em in action tho, scary. too scary. and as you’ll recall, i lived with brain-devouring zombies for a year. so, i’m jus’ sayin’, i know scary. way too well.

yes, the spaz seems to be better, too. that’s a big part of it.

rock on!!…all y’all

’bout time.

no, i’m not. not strictly speaking.

zentantrasufitaoxian.

the most fragile grasp and shallowest implementation of each.

in no particular order.

in case anyone ever wanted to know.

it is, after all, kinda what this space is all about. or, s’posed to be.

ok, corrections later, didn’t intend to ramble so.

just wanted to note, i’m still alive and bleating.

ok, not really all that fragile or shallow at all. really.

not the intended subject

but best we can do right now, and we must do something, and this matter needs,,,(these matters need. i’m feeling momentarily optimistic re output) expression.

i’m moving. in several ways. and hoping it’s not too late. first, beginning next monday, june 23, i’m leaving this house of drunken zombie horrors, trading big space and tiled floors and a yard (garden, i gather, is the brit/euro term. and it’s not near ready to be called ‘lawn”) for a small quad unit (private bed and bath with a shared kitchen/dining/living space). i;ve met 2 of the 3 old folks (“seniors” living cpmplex) who ill be sharing with. well. anyway. private bedroom. and real cable, though i’ll have to pay for it. and i’ll prolly be without net access of any kind for a few days. um, or not. maybe. i just remembered there is a puter over there, in the common room. with net access. soooo,…maybe. depends, maybe, on whether i have brain access, been pretty irregular lately.

wo!!! i’ve been in break mode for, oh, prolly an hour now. tryin’ to solve some other probs. i’ll explain the asronishment later. …(later)…hah!!! way much later. like, 2moro.

hokay, not sure when i started this. seems it might have beeen thursday. now it’s monday. the 23rsed and progrewss iis not being smooth abd swift a1nd if i wait for things, including thhe thung that brings words to the surface, to be right this will never get done,. or it’lll take s a rea3l long time,

and i decidef i; gonna quit corrredting typping mistakes ‘cos it takes too lonkahg. and plous also , it shows some of what’s going on, thr’e 09almost all results oh finger spaz, which should get bettet thry the day. should. anyway. postingthis now, back lareer w correctiopn or additions.

i had somethin’ real witty to put in here, no, no, really

not like all those other times when i said i had had but i really never had i had a real good bit but i don’t got it no more. no wait, relax. trust me, this is hurting me a lot more than it’s hurting you. so we’ll just note that in a few hours i’ll be getting another of those steroid (not that kind of steroid, the good stuff, like cortisone but they don’t seen to use the basic old fashioned cortisone any more. has something to do with sales and profit and such i think. pretty sure. still, should work pretty well. eventually. remember, we’re trying to stabilize (for awhile ) a degenerative disease condition that’s been working for half a century. three treatments over two months doesn’t seem like too much. to me. doesn’t seem

not all that impressed w wordpress. it’s prolly mutual, yes.

yes, we had rain. and grass seeding and the sprinkler system repaired (sort of) and turned on and truly lame excuses made about why the sprinklers were off for two years and whythe rose trees whose skeletal remains you could almost see if this were a decent image. ah well. maybe 2moro. decent image. maybe, we’ll see. or.

it’s monday morning. 9 weeks, no smoke.

also,my daddy woulda been 101 today. if he’d made wiser choices. coulda. maybe. elsewhere, john sebastian is 64. rudolf nureyev would be 70. jean-baptiste oudry would be 321, but that’s maybe a bit too much to expect. maybe.

if wordpress is so friggin’ great, how come it won’t even allow simple friggin decent text formatting.
what you see is in no way related to what you get. i will be so very very happy when i get some of my brain back. which could happen soon. some. maybe. teaser.