I Have Three Wives

No, I do not live in Utah, (not everyone in Utah has multiple wives). No, I am not a polygamist. I can barely stay out of trouble with one wife. Apparently, I am a glutton for punishment. Of course I have my “Main Wife” whom I have been married to forever. Then there is the “Work Wife” who has changed several times over the years, as they tend to come and go now and then (hopefully not because of me?). Last but not least the “Church Wife.”

It’s my own fault, I developed these relationships out of my need for constant support I guess. It’s nice to have someone that has your back at all times. Even though the second and third wives are purely platonic relationships, they seem to take on some of the same attributes of the main wife.  My recent scare with the heart and my new diet seems to have brought them together for a common cause They seem to have had an “Earl” conference to set new guidelines for you know who. Unfortunately, I wasn’t invited to the conference nor did I have a say in the order of business that was discussed. Apparently, it was deemed necessary for all of them to now watch over me with my diet and to jointly encourage added activities of exercise in the form of walking and or bicycling.

Having not been use to such scrutiny, I am somewhat rebelling and fighting them off. In my mind they are probably signing me up for “The Biggest Loser Show” to ship me off to take care of my problem. That problem being me and my displeasure with all things that make me sweat and scream from the pain after the years of inactivity.

Lately I’ve been going to bed earlier than the main wife. That’s when I think the wife texting begins. I’m sure they compare notes and then decide the appropriate punishment to be handed out the next day. I’ll bet they even do a Facebook Live connection. God forbid they ever find out about my million dollar life insurance policy. I’ll be a dead man for sure. Oh God I forgot they read this, I better run for the border and brush up on my Spanish.

 

My Love Affair Has Ended

I guess all good things must come to an end. My illicit affair has ended. It wasn’t a quick fling it really was more of a long term relationship. It was also more one sided and I can only blame myself. You see I was selfish, I just took and took and never gave back. So even though I kept it going this long, it was destined to fail anyway.

So, good bye pizza, good bye Coca Cola, goodbye ice cream and my beloved desserts and most of all my childhood favorite, french toast with lots of butter and cinnamon and sugar. Oh God, that flowing river of golden butter with the bright sparkling flecks from the crystals of sugar with the sprinkled cinnamon and the vanilla extract going down my gullet is to die for. Then, add a chaser of chocolate milk and you may have hit nirvana.

You have probably guessed it by now. An elephant decided to come to Crown Point Indiana and decided to rest on top of my chest last Saturday. No matter what I did, even summoning the “Powers of Grey Skull” as I was being crushed, wouldn’t resolve this crushing squeezing presence attacking my well being. What else could I do but drive myself to the hospital. Thank God I bought the larger car compared to the sub compact I use to drive,  otherwise that elephant couldn’t have ridden with me. It’s only a mile to the hospital.

They were so accommodating and took me right away,  no waiting, right to the front of the line,  didn’t have to slip the matradee a 20 to get in. EKG was negative, blood work up for heart panel clear, then 4 baby chew-able aspirin. I told the nurses and doctors it was probably nothing. It had been 80 degrees and I was cutting the lawn, just a little heat exhaustion. Two days later and multiple tests  and an angiogram,  a small 50 percent  blockage in two  arteries,  not enough to cause the issue with the elephant. Not enough blockage to put a stint in as it has to be at least 70 percent or more blockage. They decided it’s basically heat exhaustion and  overweight by as the doctor put it ” a ton of weight”. Meaning a ton of weight,  like an elephant I guess.

The party’s over, today at lunch I ate something I haven’t had or even tried in 40 years, baked cod. It wasn’t fishy tasting and even without the ketchup,  which I added later I could eat it without puking my guts out. Here’s the proof:

I guess I will survive somehow but more than a 100 lbs is a long way to go. It’s like they say how do you eat an elephant… “One bite at a time” Apparently that’s  how I’m going to do it.

 

My Feeble Attempt At Writing

A friend of mine named Gene who happens to be a published writer and a playwright with an extensive degree in our English language asked me a question. I know for a fact that I infuriate him with all my grammatical errors. My sentence structure is atrocious and my rambling thoughts can take me to places I shouldn’t go. Gene asked me “why do you write?”

I find that in life, I do not get a lot of opportunities to express what I really think. In many cases it would probably get me in trouble as I can tend to spout off to much without giving it enough thought and then expressing myself thoughtfully and constructively. Often I just keep my thoughts to myself and let them percolate deep inside until I just let them go.

I think my blog here has been my attempt teach myself how to express myself better. I’ve never expected anything to come from it. Nor have I ever expected to have thousands of readers, (of which I don’t). What it has done is make me feel better about myself. If I wanted to draw more attention to myself I’d write more often about current events so my key words might get picked up and I’d go viral. I think I write more about things the “common man” or women might think about and I hope what few people do read it, agree with me. It’s also my attempt to let my family and friends know whats going on in my life as I said, I don;t always express myself. I also do not get opportunities to see my family and friends that often so hence the blog and my thoughtless abandonment of sentence structure and proper grammar and spelling probably.

I do enjoy the process overall and I think its somewhat a form of therapy for me as I can’t afford a therapist. More often, it’s usually the posts I do that I get very emotional about that I get the most responses about. For some reason I grew up thinking that I should hide my feelings, and my thoughts. That I shouldn’t let people know when I was hurting that I had to be strong for my family.

So for those of you that continue to read my posts here, which there are hundreds of you I appreciate your kind words and thoughts about my rambling on’s.

So Gene, where you do it for a living I do it to get it out of my head and share the rawness of my thoughts and feelings otherwise, I’d probably self implode.

 

 

MIT’s Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory Should Replace Doctors

In three months I’ll be turning sixty five. Physically, I feel like I’m turning sixty five but mentally I’m still in my twenty’s and thinking dumb thoughts, doing stupid things, and trying not to show it. Being older and wiser though I can’t help but notice people doing stupid things. I use to get angry and wanted to tell them what idiots they are and how they should get their act together. Now I sit back and laugh more often at the comedy of what they have done. It also reminds me of myself and the things I did when I was younger. Except when their stupidity impacts you and your health.

Over the last two years I have written a few times about the medical community and the fact that they are still practicing on us. The fact that I can have more knowledge about the impact of their decisions and have the audacity to challenge many of them, has probably made me a pariah in their eyes.

Unfortunately, their actions haven’t been funny to me. I have proposed before that they should require all people wanting to enter the medical field, to have to go through the procedures that we have gone through. They should have to endure mistakes being made about their care. They should make little mistakes, like give them allergic reactions that won’t kill them. Just to make them see how easy it is to make mistakes because of their actions without serious and through analysis of each of their decisions before taking action on a patient.

How often have we discovered a doctor really wasn’t listening to you. Maybe they were thinking about their upcoming vacation or maybe their bonus from the insurance company if they don’t order certain tests. Or maybe it was something more emotional bothering them to distract them or maybe they were to arrogant to listen to someone questing their decisions and suggesting something they read on the internet.

MIT has found that a computer can make more effective decisions regarding patient care. A computer can not be affected by the emotional distractions that can impact a doctor. A computer can read all the information published on a particular subject in the world and take that all into consideration with all the data/history of a patient and make a better diagnosis and treatment plan than any human being. Hell, we can take those arrogant overpaid doctors and make them nurses aids where they actually might learn something. Yes I know there are exceptions to the rule regarding doctors, but those great doctors are far and few between. I hope MIT will bring those computers online soon. I think most people would agree on this opinion of mine.

President Trump’s Military Parade

Trumps Military ParadeNBC just came out with an article on President Trumps proposed Military Parade. On the high end of estimates it’s at 92 million dollars as a cost for this event. This makes it even harder for me to admit that I actually worked for this idiot. Yes, I worked at one of his hotels in Gary Indiana at his Casino at the time. He has lost every casino he has been involved with over the years. He’s really not that good of a business man and is even proving himself to be an even poorer example of a President with decisions to spend this kind of money on this kind of event.

Can you imagine what could be done with 92 million dollars? Now I could make a long list of options that would change lives, cure diseases, feed hungry, help with education, and maybe wipe out the killings in Chicago. The list goes on and on and many of my friends have even many more ideas.

This is just another example of how out of touch with reality someone like him is with this kind of thinking. You need to be known for having a parade that was bigger than France’s Military Parade?

How many companies are going out of business because of the tariff wars he has started? How many people are losing their jobs because of increased costs for these goods we are importing? Yes, he’s trying to correct an imbalance that has been there for years but, there are better ways to fix the situation. The idiots that he has hired who have no experience, no clue, and no intelligence are going to make recommendations for our country’s future? Eventually most of them are either running away from their jobs before something happens or they are going to jail in my opinion.

In reality, we had no choice for President during the election and I was dumb enough to think that this was going to be a show to end all shows if he got in office. I was right. But now this Trump Variety Show has turned into the “Trump Your Worst Nightmare Movie” and it doesn’t end it just keeps on giving for years to come.

Ahh yes, let’s split up more families and rip the children from their parent’s arms and give those children nightmares. This is what happens when you put people in power who have no idea of what the ramifications of their decisions are nor do they care. When someone’s life has been to make a profit at all costs and kill the competition and anything that gets in your way to improve your personal financial situation then what else can we expect from someone like that.

We now are going to have the Trump Space Force and soon will be the local Trump Militia coming to a town near you. Maybe taking control of the media like in Russia or China. Watch out for the burning of books too.