We like our GP. She doesn't over prescribe. My blood test came back slightly anemic and she said, let's just watch and see if this is a problem. But the Butt Doctor who did my regular 5 year lower intestine probe, saw those numbers and came in right away saying that we had to schedule an upper GI probe that explores my guts through the other opening. The consultation afterwards when he was supposed to be sharing the results of the procedure and I was still cloudy from the drugs, that was all he could talk about. Jo was there and got annoyed right away. Then the girls in his office (using sexist term intentionally to reflect the M.D. - Minor Deity - attitude towards the people in the office who do the actual work) kept calling and emailing me insisting that "your doctor" had made an appointment that I had to follow up on. Got the bill - the Ass Doctor billed me twice - once for the facility and once for himself - even with the so-called good insurance from Florida State it cost way too much.
Blood test during the next annual exam, still a little low but better. GP was right to sit and wait.
Turned 65, postponed signing up for Medicare for another year as I can be covered by Jo's FSU plan. An awful lot of for-profit insurers are vying for my - and tax - dollars to offer coverage. Not even sure if it is possible in Florida to get Medicare than hasn't been privatized.
We made cloth masks with coffee filter inserts - rated highly effective but a bit too restrictive for comfortable long-use, which is OK because we have been socially distancing for pretty much our entire adult life so we only need them for the short spurts when we have to interact with annoying strangers - tie-dyed and printed so they do work as fashion statements.
I forgot that it was Easter Sunday. I don't think that's ever happened- but I forget... little kids hunting for eggs etc.. Don Pablo has given enough material in his link to last a while. Double Soldier is on the way to Power and Glory. Forever. Well... at least for now. Copper Knot (Flogger) was brilliant! Glad she is still with your company.
Ok then- what's this thing-
Yeah. An airplane. What's it for? And how about this one-
Can you guess? Today I saw footage- of US grunts on bone detail- solemnly carrying the flag-draped box into a cargo aircraft- (Afghanistan evacuation) in a war zone... under fire- all wearing their black COVID masks. OK. maybe its just me. Eye the one who crazy
Something I have written: Jemez Mountains Access
And I will also say, for whatever you may think it worth, that YOU are the only person, now living, whose request could induce me to undertake the sketch that you desire.
Just spent 11 hours listening to this guy. And yeah- the Irish. And the Amish. Etc. There's Sam Watkins' Company Aych. Neither one of them was any more aware of gender politics than they were of nanotechnology or quantum physics.
About twenty years ago, I think it was—I won't be certain, though— a man whose name, if I remember correctly, was Wm. L. Yancy—I write only from memory, and this was a long time ago—took a strange and peculiar notion that the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and that the compass pointed north and south. Now, everybody knew at the time that it was but the idiosyncrasy of an unbalanced mind, and that the United States of America had no north, no south, no east, no west. Well, he began to preach the strange doctrine of there being such a thing.
As they traded schoolyard insults, a debate moderator had to step in between Mike Gibbons, a 70-year-old investment banker, and Josh Mandel, a 44-year-old former state treasurer, before anyone could take a swing.
The March skirmish resembled a scene from the Jerry Springer Show — or a skit before a WWE match.