Ruins plans for the eveningFollow

At the last minute, as I was making sure my good pants were iron, my body foils all of Jonwin's plans for our evening out on the Pride of Baltimore 2.


Normally it waits at least until our main course is served, to send me running to the lady's room with cramps that make childbirth a picnic. Guess it just knew how to ruin a date too well now and so instead of nibbling light food and hot drinks on board a tall ship, Jonwin and I are stuck home on my 48th birthday.

Since he's working New Years. maybe Jonwin could see if he can get me on the USS Constellation for the evening. Since it will be tied up to the dock, at least I'll have easy access to a rest room.



So let get this cj on the road.

Not only have they been hard, they make the guests on certain talk shows look blessed.

I actually I'm often told I look a lot younger then my age, but that's from folks that have had much harder lives then mine.

Thankfully life been actually a lot better stress wise since I met Jonwin. Then my ex can be blame for the state of my health, according to my doctor. She said that until I left him, I could expect to continue to get infections.

What she forgot to say was, that after 17 years of having to deal with his drama, my body would fall apart.

Thats a shame Elne, but I second Tare's idea !

I am the one who cracked open the bottle of Kilbegan and poored it over 4 ice cubes. I normally drink it neat but wanted to make it last a bit longer.

She recovered enough later this evening to go to her daughters for some food.

Joph
... make sure my pants were iron... is elnespeak for "i was ironing my pants".

It's a bad sign when Depends start seeming like a reasonable measure.

This is getting to be a little too much information for me.

/shudder

Ah, nostalgia. This thread brings back memories.

When I was a young lad, my mother often conscripted me into long, seemingly pointless campaigns of store-browsing. Not shopping, of course; just browsing. I blame our family's lack of daughters for the insufferable Hell that I was subjected to as a 10 year old boy. I'm proud that I never developed a tumor out of boredom.

Back then my mother was just beginning to near the 90-degree precipice of health decline that so many women experience at the onset of middle age... and I remember that, sometimes, on what was for me a lucky day... she would be happily engaged in some mundane activity only to, for no reason that I could see at the time, freeze.

And I mean FREEZE; mid-motion, dead in her tracks... with a look in her eyes that, I imagine, must be awfully similar to when an innocent deer (or other woodland critter) realizes that, not only is a set of bright lights heading furiously in its direction, but that those lights belong to a murderous Ford F-350 and that there is simply NO WAY to avoid this imminent, grisly spectre of death.

I got to know these moments well because they were always followed by the same sentence, always delivered in the same grim, shaken-yet-determined voice:

"Get in the car. We're going home, NOW."

Hot damn, that always meant I was free for the rest of the day.

Edited, Dec 4th 2006 11:35am by rckndl

Sorry Elne that your evening didn't turn out the wayyou wanted it.

Just tell my doctors, please. They tend to think that since there a drug problem in this city, that poor folk can't be trusted with anything more powerful then Darvocet.

Course there are times I like some one to give me morphine by IV, when the cramps start.

Might I suggest taking to "Pops" of Biddle St.

This is one of those issues Mrs. Totem and I agreed when we decided to get married that we would never, ever, ever discuss either between ourselves or with others: The state of our bowels. I'm not sure if it's because old folks get to the point where they just don't care what others think or if their lives are so devoid of excitement that going to the bathroom is the highlight of their day that they feel free to share with everybody else the consistency, size, stink, and how good it felt to extrude the log, but we, even on the pain of colonic cancer, will not talk about our poops.

Nothing sets the tone for an evening meal than being told in great detail about old people's craps.

/shudder

Totem

Ayiiii. I could have done without it, achil.

Totem

Saw the article in Parade too. I'm going to nag my doctor to let me try it out and see if it helps.