Where To, Bud?

A couple of days early, I know, but I wanted to go ahead and post this entry lest I forget. You know, in the 17 years I worked at my hospital, not one Veteran's Holiday did my previous employer even acknowledge there were any veterans employed there. To my knowledge they still do not. This needs to stop. We're in the process of fighting a war in two countries. Over 1,000 of our young have been killed so far, our veteran's benefit program is a shambles, hospitals badly need modernizing and renovating and there's no end in sight. As you travel this Memorial Day weekend, and you see the flags out on the streets, highways and medians or as you display your own flags, please remember not only YOUR loved ones but those who may be standing on the side of the road or sitting on street corners holding up "Homeless, Need Work" signs. When they gave of themselves, they didn't ask "What's in it for me?", they just did it, gave their all, and as the song

...... every now and then I wake up and feel a little gray matter has trickled out onto my pillow and I know my friend Johnny L.A. from the Straight Dope has been in there, trepanning again. Lord knows what he expects to find in that poor slab of organ I call a brain, but here's what he said he found this time: That first part kinda sounds like Jaimie Brockett singing about the USS Titanic, only a lot funnier, but the last part, I swear he made up. Or it came from a Python picture. Sure didn't come from MY brain. It's still on tunnels and donuts! John ? Thanks for the laughs when I need 'em the most. Bill CLICKEN SIE UND FEEDEN SIE! Danke!

My friend and dementia counsellor Suzette recently wrote a very informative (and flattering) article about the "German Boy" and his upcoming bike ride, and you may see it by clicking the title of this entry. I am very appreciative of her and the GA chapter of the Alzheimer's Association for supporting me, and my ride is dedicated to them, Alzheimer patients and their caregivers as well as the four-footers. Incidentally, D and I were finally able to attend this month's Forget Me Not luncheon (for Alzheimer's patients and their care givers) at South of La Paz Mexican restaurant in Atlanta and I'd like to thank my friend for making this possible. Really , Suzette's so sweet she makes ya wanna roll over and do all kinds of doggy tricks for her! I kid, of course, but I don't think I have ever met a more charismatic person in my life. It was also a pleasure to meet and converse with Kathy Simpson who also works with the Georgia chapter. Kathy and I have e-m

Hey Got lots of stuff to do before the 2010 ride to care. I have my hands full getting fuel costs and accomodations for my van and my crew, so may I ask y'all to please link to our site at www.c2cr2c.com ? We not only need your pennies and dimes, I also need the moral support. Please help the "German Boy" do this thing, if you can. I "preesh"! Thanks, Bill and here's your oldie and no dancing, clapping or foot stomping allowed! I mean it this time, dammit! :-) >

Went to see my main doc today, Dr. Battle, and he ROCKS! Knew I had no insurance and allowed me to pay a very low fee for my visit. And wrote my scrips for Lasix, Allopurinal and Darvocet, which I use when I need it. I asked him to please not order any bloodwork, because we cannot afford it, so he didn't. I told him this was the last time I would see him, because I could not afford the visits, the labwork, nor the meds he prescribes: Azor being the most expensive. I will run out of the Lamiktal at the end of next week, so I am trying to "wean" myself down right now. The Wellbutrin will last another week and a half, but I have to see the shrink to get refills, but because the COBRA ran out, I owe him $140.00 instead of the usual co-pay of $30.00. Yes my dear Becks, the cheap clinic is already in the works, as is my request to hurry up my SSDI and the meds I can get free or for very little money. Sucks to be me, Ah reckon! But PLEASE don't forget the 4-footers! It's

I get this crap about once every 3 months, and if you've ever had it, you know what it feels like: hardly any tears on your conjunctiva (sounds kinda obscene, that, doesn't it? Like being in bed with 2 Latino girls who sing?) and you feel (or I do) sleepy all the time. Plus it itches and you're contagious, so if you mess up, rub your eyes and then shake hands with someone, you'd better tell 'em to go wash their hands or they're likely to get it, and like Herpes ("cold sores", yeah, right - gimme a break here, dude! You been "eatin' at the "Y" again!) they ain't gonna be your bestest friend for a while! When I worked in the ER, if you had it, they wanted you to stay home. Period. No being a "hero", keep your ass at home. For that reason (because the screen is hurting my eyes), I'm gonna keep it short and sweet this time, wish all you muthas (it's a joke , okay?) a very happy Mother's Day Sunday, and ask you