Let me just say right here and now, so there's not question later, I fucking HATE stress! It sucks!! My dental appointment is still like three weeks away, and I am SO stressed about it. I can't believe how worried I am about it. Plus, there various stressors at work, shit that normally doesn't bother me but lately, probably because I'm stressed already, it stressed me out. I've got this fist of gnawing dread right in the center of my gut (and lay off the fisting jokes, please, I'm not in the mood). On the upside, I've kinda lost my appetite. Well, I still eat, but not anywhere near as much as I usually do. And I just don't really feel hungry. Oh, I feel worried, yes, but hungry? Eh, not so much.
I did get Chinese takeout for supper. And my fortune? It read, "Pass the bill to the person of your left."
What the FUCK????
OF my left? The person OF my left? And even the grammatical error aside, what the HELL kinda fortune tells you to pass the bill to someone else? What happened to outworn cliches and wishes of good luck and such? Pass the bill? Yeah, like that's gonna alieve my stress!
Breathe deep, breathe slowly, breathe deep, breathe slowly....
POLT
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Cut their hair short, wear shorts and boots (Part 132)...
Wife Beater Wednesdays
This week's theme: Wife Beaters raised up.
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POLT
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
What about your friends? what about what about...
Over the last week I've had two, count 'em TWO visiting from Tam, The Travelin' Canadian. (I'm working on a theme song to go along with that) You can check out her blog here and read about her vacation and visit here from her perspective.
Anyway, last Tuesday, she arrived here. She had a gift for me: a case of LaBatts direct from Canada itself! YAY! We went to Mama Polt's to eat. We had hamburger and hot dogs on the grill, and all the extras (pickles, chips, mac salad, etc). Tam go to meet not only Mama Polt but Angel as well. We attempted to get some photos with Tam's camera and only learned later in the evening, Tam had the camera set on video and not photo. So we got a few disjointed but hilarious videos.
Mom had bought a cherry pie. We had some, but she told Tam she could take the rest with her. We forgot it and left it at Mom's. She brought it down to the house later in the evening. The next morning, Tam left without it. the upside was, I got to eat the rest of the pie during the week.
Tam and I spent the evening after returning here as only two long lost friends can do once they see each other again. We sat in my living room and were on our own computers for a few hours. Good times.
The next morning, I went in to work late so I could take Tam out to eat at a local breakfast buffet. It was filling and to Tam' surprise, very cheap. But this is Waynesboro not Ottawa. And I had to laugh when we both were at the buffet once and I came back to the table and there, on the table in plain view, sat Tam's purse. *SIGH* Oh those trusting Canadians. I'm pretty I've never seen mom leave her purse at an unattended table in a restaurant, even here in little Waynesboro.
Anyway, we returned to the house, I got what I needed for work, she got her stuff, and off we went, she following me as I led her on her way out of town and towards Dulles airport. But we didn't even get out of town when she pulled up next to me at a stop sign and told me she left her phone at my house. So back we went to retrieve the phone and then we went on our way.
While Tam was in Virginia with her friends on vacation, I spoke to mom. I asked her, if she had time over the weekend, would she be able to make a cherry pie from scratch for Tam to take home. Especially since Tam had said pie was her daughter's favorite dessert. So mom did. Also, I said that burgers and dogs on the grill were great, but not a good example of the vaunted Mama Polt cooking skills. So she would do something about that, she said. Friday, she picked some green beans from a relative's garden and when Tam was here on Sunday night, we had ham, sweet potatos and green beans. And some of a second homemade from scratch cherry pie she had made for us to eat then. Yum!
Tam got here on Sunday before 2:00. We ended up going to Hagerstown, where she bought a laptop (cheaper here and less tax) and I bought some Dr. Who DVDs. Then we returned here, hung out a bit and went to mom's to eat. This time, we actually got good photos, not videos, of us there. We returned here, played on the computers again, but we also watched "28 Days Later" on DVD. Even though I had seen it before years ago, it still stood up to a second viewing. Just as good as the first time. Although this time, I noticed it had the 9th Doctor Who in it, as well as one of Harry Potter's teachers from the movies.
We hung out here and talked for a bit before retiring for the night. The next morning, after getting ready, I drove her to the Post Office where I mailed a few bills/cards, and she mailed three packages of books to friends. Even overseas to The Netherlands. It seems the US Postal Service is better than Canada Mail...who knew?
And then Tam was on her way home, both of us a bit saddened at the parting, but knowing we'd see each other again in a month at Craiggers' Punatabupoolparty!
And of COURSE I got photos!
This is with my totally awesome, although possibly illegally smuggled through customs, case of genuine Canadian LaBatt's Blue!!!
Tam and Mama Polt, holding Angel on their laps. I was impressed how we managed to get photos with Angel looking at the camera. That's a hard thing to do!
Tam, me and Angel again. I gotta say, those ears of hers (Angel's, not Tam's) always crack me up with the way they position themselves sometimes!
Before coming here Sunday, Tam stopping in DC to have lunch with the equally awesome
VUBOQ. And when she got to my place, Tam handed me the above pictured vase. It was a present from VUBOQ himself. He makes these little pottery things! And now I have a VUBOQ original! Seriously, I think is so awesome cause I can't make ANYthing with my hands, pottery, food, art, nothing. Well, I CAN make other people pretty damn happy with my hands, but that's not something you can give to anyone. Well, not to EVERYone. but I digress... I've got the vase sitting proudly in the middle of my dining room table!
So in one week I got to meet Tam twice, AND got a VUBOQ original. Be jealous, bi-otches!
POLT
Anyway, last Tuesday, she arrived here. She had a gift for me: a case of LaBatts direct from Canada itself! YAY! We went to Mama Polt's to eat. We had hamburger and hot dogs on the grill, and all the extras (pickles, chips, mac salad, etc). Tam go to meet not only Mama Polt but Angel as well. We attempted to get some photos with Tam's camera and only learned later in the evening, Tam had the camera set on video and not photo. So we got a few disjointed but hilarious videos.
Mom had bought a cherry pie. We had some, but she told Tam she could take the rest with her. We forgot it and left it at Mom's. She brought it down to the house later in the evening. The next morning, Tam left without it. the upside was, I got to eat the rest of the pie during the week.
Tam and I spent the evening after returning here as only two long lost friends can do once they see each other again. We sat in my living room and were on our own computers for a few hours. Good times.
The next morning, I went in to work late so I could take Tam out to eat at a local breakfast buffet. It was filling and to Tam' surprise, very cheap. But this is Waynesboro not Ottawa. And I had to laugh when we both were at the buffet once and I came back to the table and there, on the table in plain view, sat Tam's purse. *SIGH* Oh those trusting Canadians. I'm pretty I've never seen mom leave her purse at an unattended table in a restaurant, even here in little Waynesboro.
Anyway, we returned to the house, I got what I needed for work, she got her stuff, and off we went, she following me as I led her on her way out of town and towards Dulles airport. But we didn't even get out of town when she pulled up next to me at a stop sign and told me she left her phone at my house. So back we went to retrieve the phone and then we went on our way.
While Tam was in Virginia with her friends on vacation, I spoke to mom. I asked her, if she had time over the weekend, would she be able to make a cherry pie from scratch for Tam to take home. Especially since Tam had said pie was her daughter's favorite dessert. So mom did. Also, I said that burgers and dogs on the grill were great, but not a good example of the vaunted Mama Polt cooking skills. So she would do something about that, she said. Friday, she picked some green beans from a relative's garden and when Tam was here on Sunday night, we had ham, sweet potatos and green beans. And some of a second homemade from scratch cherry pie she had made for us to eat then. Yum!
Tam got here on Sunday before 2:00. We ended up going to Hagerstown, where she bought a laptop (cheaper here and less tax) and I bought some Dr. Who DVDs. Then we returned here, hung out a bit and went to mom's to eat. This time, we actually got good photos, not videos, of us there. We returned here, played on the computers again, but we also watched "28 Days Later" on DVD. Even though I had seen it before years ago, it still stood up to a second viewing. Just as good as the first time. Although this time, I noticed it had the 9th Doctor Who in it, as well as one of Harry Potter's teachers from the movies.
We hung out here and talked for a bit before retiring for the night. The next morning, after getting ready, I drove her to the Post Office where I mailed a few bills/cards, and she mailed three packages of books to friends. Even overseas to The Netherlands. It seems the US Postal Service is better than Canada Mail...who knew?
And then Tam was on her way home, both of us a bit saddened at the parting, but knowing we'd see each other again in a month at Craiggers' Punatabupoolparty!
And of COURSE I got photos!
This is with my totally awesome, although possibly illegally smuggled through customs, case of genuine Canadian LaBatt's Blue!!!
Tam and Mama Polt, holding Angel on their laps. I was impressed how we managed to get photos with Angel looking at the camera. That's a hard thing to do!
Tam, me and Angel again. I gotta say, those ears of hers (Angel's, not Tam's) always crack me up with the way they position themselves sometimes!
Before coming here Sunday, Tam stopping in DC to have lunch with the equally awesome
VUBOQ. And when she got to my place, Tam handed me the above pictured vase. It was a present from VUBOQ himself. He makes these little pottery things! And now I have a VUBOQ original! Seriously, I think is so awesome cause I can't make ANYthing with my hands, pottery, food, art, nothing. Well, I CAN make other people pretty damn happy with my hands, but that's not something you can give to anyone. Well, not to EVERYone. but I digress... I've got the vase sitting proudly in the middle of my dining room table!
So in one week I got to meet Tam twice, AND got a VUBOQ original. Be jealous, bi-otches!
POLT
The back of your hand somewhere on my behind (Part 15)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
Since it's been so hot lately, this week's theme will be Tooshies At The Beach!
POLT
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist...
I think I may have mentioned before how I dislike dentist visits and how I can't stand tooth pain and how a tooth of mine has fallen apart into pieces over the last few months. When it was just cracked, at the beginning of the month, I made an appointment with a new dentist. I really didn't like my old dentist very much, and that's why I haven't been to a dentist since the summer of 2008 or so. Yeah, I'm not proud of that, but it is what it is.
So today was the appointment. Firstly, let me say, I LOVE my new dentist. The whole practice is more...modern, more technological or professional. I spent my time with a hygenist, which my old dentist didn't even have. The hygenist was very professional and very understanding of my fears and concerns. She cleaned everything up and polished the teeth. Then she took an x-ray (on a much more advanced x-ray maching than in the old dentist's office), and the result was flashed up on the computer screen right there in the room. She and I both looked at it at the same time.
So the good news was, I didn't have any issues today. The filling that I knew was loose will yes need to be replaced. Prior to the appointment that was my biggest concern. However, from the x-ray, we found out that my left top canine needs extracted (possibly replaced with a bridge), my top right last tooth needs extracted as well. Both of these did not come as a surprise to me. however, what did was the tooth next to the latter tooth I mentioned above, well, it's absessed. I could see it plainly on the x-ray. It's the tooth with the crown on it, so presumably, they'll need to remove the crown to do a...*shudder*...root canal and then replace the crown.
So, to summarize, in addition to the loose filling, I've got to have two extractions and one root canal. Oh joy. I have an appointment for three weeks from today. We're not gonna do ALL of this in one day, thank GOD, but we'll get something done that day, something that's potentionally quite painful. And I'm already stressed about it. As I left the office, there was this knot of stress in the pit of my stomach. I'm better now, but as the day approaches, oh yeah, it's gonna get really bad.
POLT
So today was the appointment. Firstly, let me say, I LOVE my new dentist. The whole practice is more...modern, more technological or professional. I spent my time with a hygenist, which my old dentist didn't even have. The hygenist was very professional and very understanding of my fears and concerns. She cleaned everything up and polished the teeth. Then she took an x-ray (on a much more advanced x-ray maching than in the old dentist's office), and the result was flashed up on the computer screen right there in the room. She and I both looked at it at the same time.
So the good news was, I didn't have any issues today. The filling that I knew was loose will yes need to be replaced. Prior to the appointment that was my biggest concern. However, from the x-ray, we found out that my left top canine needs extracted (possibly replaced with a bridge), my top right last tooth needs extracted as well. Both of these did not come as a surprise to me. however, what did was the tooth next to the latter tooth I mentioned above, well, it's absessed. I could see it plainly on the x-ray. It's the tooth with the crown on it, so presumably, they'll need to remove the crown to do a...*shudder*...root canal and then replace the crown.
So, to summarize, in addition to the loose filling, I've got to have two extractions and one root canal. Oh joy. I have an appointment for three weeks from today. We're not gonna do ALL of this in one day, thank GOD, but we'll get something done that day, something that's potentionally quite painful. And I'm already stressed about it. As I left the office, there was this knot of stress in the pit of my stomach. I'm better now, but as the day approaches, oh yeah, it's gonna get really bad.
POLT
Up against that cold stone wall 'cause nobody's perfect...
On a hot summer evening in NYC, a group of drag queens, bull dykes, and nelly boys decided they weren't gonna take any more of the shit the authorities had been shoveling onto them for years. They fought back and on this date, forty two years ago, they unknowningly started the Gay Rights Revolution. Unfortunately, that struggle continues even to this day.
And I can tell you with certainty that drag queens and bull dykes and pissed off nelly boys are things you do NOT want to fuck with. There was a gay bar in Hagerstown called HeadQuarters. It was right along one of the main streets and the front door opened right out onto the sidewalk. And behind the bar was an older German lady named Vera. She was straight and spoke accented English. She was short and heavy and tough as nails, but she was always sweet and pleasant to "her boys".
One Saturday night someone or someones opened the front door and yelled inside "Die FAGS!". Well, all the 'normal' queers like me just stood there in shock. But Vera grabbed a baseball bat she kept behind the bar, came tearing around the bar and ran out the door. Behind her followed about five bull dykes bigger, stronger and tougher than I am. And along with the dykes went two drag queens, both with tall hair and flamboyant dresses and one of them carrying her high heeled shoes. And several little twinkie boys, flaming screaming queens, ran out after them and stood right outside and cheered them on as the others raced half a block after the homophobes.
They didnt catch them, which was probably a good thing for both sides. And when they returned to the bar, it erupted in applause for them. And then the night progressed as normal.
But my point is, it was the dykes, drag queens and nelly boys who went after them. Just as it was those same people who started the Gay Rights crusade. And more power to them.
So everyone have a great Gay Pride Day. And remember to not piss of any bull dykes, or drag queens or nelly boys. As Buddy Cole once said on The Kids In The Hall, "An angry drag queen is worse than a minotaur!"
POLT
And I can tell you with certainty that drag queens and bull dykes and pissed off nelly boys are things you do NOT want to fuck with. There was a gay bar in Hagerstown called HeadQuarters. It was right along one of the main streets and the front door opened right out onto the sidewalk. And behind the bar was an older German lady named Vera. She was straight and spoke accented English. She was short and heavy and tough as nails, but she was always sweet and pleasant to "her boys".One Saturday night someone or someones opened the front door and yelled inside "Die FAGS!". Well, all the 'normal' queers like me just stood there in shock. But Vera grabbed a baseball bat she kept behind the bar, came tearing around the bar and ran out the door. Behind her followed about five bull dykes bigger, stronger and tougher than I am. And along with the dykes went two drag queens, both with tall hair and flamboyant dresses and one of them carrying her high heeled shoes. And several little twinkie boys, flaming screaming queens, ran out after them and stood right outside and cheered them on as the others raced half a block after the homophobes.
They didnt catch them, which was probably a good thing for both sides. And when they returned to the bar, it erupted in applause for them. And then the night progressed as normal.
But my point is, it was the dykes, drag queens and nelly boys who went after them. Just as it was those same people who started the Gay Rights crusade. And more power to them.
So everyone have a great Gay Pride Day. And remember to not piss of any bull dykes, or drag queens or nelly boys. As Buddy Cole once said on The Kids In The Hall, "An angry drag queen is worse than a minotaur!"
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 258)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
Due to the heat and humidity and sunny days, we've had around here recently, this week's theme: Hot Shirtless Guys With Shades.
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POLT
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Drive my mini-Cooper and I'm feeling super-dooper (Part 81)...
Superman Sundays
I've seen a lot of Superman undies, I own several pair myself. But it's rare you find one with a front package so well packed.
POLT
Let's get unconscious honey (Part 214)...
Unconscious Mutterings
These come each week from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/I say ... and you think ... ?
Collectors :: Item
Passion :: Flower
Winner :: Circle
Uninhibited :: Naked
Challenge :: Bet
Self :: Image
Your :: Mine
Viewer :: Television
Random :: Dice roll
Vice :: President
POLT
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 223)...
Frenching Fridays
This week's theme: Up Close Kisses.
POLT
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I recieved some bad news today. Richard Parker, Enrico's pet hampster, died. Richard Parker, in his short two year life, became an Internet phenomenon, among those who knew him. He was even a contestant in the Project Runway thingee, making his own outstanding outfits despite not having opposable thumbs.
I always looked forward to Richard Parker posts, as they always made me smile.
I'll say to all what I've already said to Enrico: remember the good times. Richard Parker's life was short, by our standards, but normal, I'm told, for a hampster. But although it was short, it was apparently a contented happy one. And he brought much joy to many.
I pilfered some photos off Enrico's blog to show the awesomeness that was Richard Parker.
Richard Parker in his cutest photo: he's in a little teacup.
Shhh, don't tell anyone Richard Parker has a secret identity.
Richard Parker in a stylish hat.
Is he not adorable????
And my favorite photo of Richard Parker and Enrico ever!
Rest In Peace, little one. You will be missed.
POLT
I always looked forward to Richard Parker posts, as they always made me smile.
I'll say to all what I've already said to Enrico: remember the good times. Richard Parker's life was short, by our standards, but normal, I'm told, for a hampster. But although it was short, it was apparently a contented happy one. And he brought much joy to many.
I pilfered some photos off Enrico's blog to show the awesomeness that was Richard Parker.
Richard Parker in his cutest photo: he's in a little teacup.
Shhh, don't tell anyone Richard Parker has a secret identity.
Richard Parker in a stylish hat.
Is he not adorable????
And my favorite photo of Richard Parker and Enrico ever!
Rest In Peace, little one. You will be missed.
POLT
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes...
Today, June 23rd, is the 5th Anniversary of the birth of Polt's Palace!
Five whole years! Who knew it would last this long?
The traditional gift for a 5th anniversary is wood, and frankly that double entrendre is so easy, I'm just gonna let you all make it for yourself.
I've shown the first post before on previous anniversaries. This time I'll link to the second post, still made on the first day of the Palace. It just includes a bit more info, and the first photo I ever put on the Palace.
So, after 5 years what keeps me going? Lack of a life and boredom probably. Oh, that and all the great freinds I've met online. Thanks to all of you! Please keep stopping by and leaving comments. I love hearing from all of you. It confirms for me that what I'm typing here isn't just going out into the blogosphere never to be seen or heard of again. Like radio broadcasts into outer space.
Anyways, we'll see if the Palace is around in 5 more years. And don't forget 'wood' gifts are appropriate for this occasion!
POLT
Five whole years! Who knew it would last this long?
The traditional gift for a 5th anniversary is wood, and frankly that double entrendre is so easy, I'm just gonna let you all make it for yourself.
I've shown the first post before on previous anniversaries. This time I'll link to the second post, still made on the first day of the Palace. It just includes a bit more info, and the first photo I ever put on the Palace.
So, after 5 years what keeps me going? Lack of a life and boredom probably. Oh, that and all the great freinds I've met online. Thanks to all of you! Please keep stopping by and leaving comments. I love hearing from all of you. It confirms for me that what I'm typing here isn't just going out into the blogosphere never to be seen or heard of again. Like radio broadcasts into outer space.
Anyways, we'll see if the Palace is around in 5 more years. And don't forget 'wood' gifts are appropriate for this occasion!
POLT
Cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 131)...
WifeBeater Wednesdays
This week's theme is...yellow!
POLT
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
You have to tell me to get fired...
I've stolen this, once again, part and parcel from Scott over at Bill In Exile. Seeing as how he served several years in the Marines, I would think he would know better than myself, what this General McChrystal and his comment entail. And he does, as is evidenced below:
This is the text of Article 88 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice {the UCMJ} and that makes what General McChrystal did a crime:
“Any commissioned officer who uses contemptuous words against the President, the Vice President, Congress, the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of a military department, the Secretary of Transportation, or the Governor or legislature of any State, Territory, Commonwealth, or possession in which he is on duty or present shall be punished as a court-martial may direct.”
The maximum penalty for which is dismissal, forfeiture of all pay and allowances, and confinement for 1 year.
So, as I said in my earlier post on this subject, FIRE THE MOTHERFUCKER ALREADY!
And that just about says it all, I think. Any questions?
POLT
This is the text of Article 88 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice {the UCMJ} and that makes what General McChrystal did a crime:
“Any commissioned officer who uses contemptuous words against the President, the Vice President, Congress, the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of a military department, the Secretary of Transportation, or the Governor or legislature of any State, Territory, Commonwealth, or possession in which he is on duty or present shall be punished as a court-martial may direct.”
The maximum penalty for which is dismissal, forfeiture of all pay and allowances, and confinement for 1 year.
So, as I said in my earlier post on this subject, FIRE THE MOTHERFUCKER ALREADY!
And that just about says it all, I think. Any questions?
POLT
I'll be sitting here waiting killing time, waiting on...
So now I'm home from work. I've watered the flowers (my daily post work chore) and have all three a/c's turned on and pumping out the cool air. Oh yeah, that's gonna cost a pretty penny on the electric bill. But after all, TAM'S going to be here somewhat soon, and it needs to be not hot and humidity so she doesn't melt like a snowman in August. And for Tam, there's NO expense that's too much to spend!
We've got plans to eat some of Mama Polt's home cooking once she gets here, and I suppose there'll be lots of talking, laughing and dishing of dirt once we get back to my house from Mom's. The whole thing ought to be a tremendous hoot!
Oooh, I might squee from the anticipation!
POLT
We've got plans to eat some of Mama Polt's home cooking once she gets here, and I suppose there'll be lots of talking, laughing and dishing of dirt once we get back to my house from Mom's. The whole thing ought to be a tremendous hoot!
Oooh, I might squee from the anticipation!
POLT
Back of your hand somwhere on my behind (Part 14)...
Tooshie Tuesdays
Today, I'll be getting a visitor! It's TAM! Everyone's favorite Canadian Puntabupeep! Since I'm going to have a Canadian visitor, I'm going today to have a Canadian theme: Snowy, winter tooshies!
POLT
Monday, June 21, 2010
Things are bound to be improving these days...
So today, I had to get my arm looked at again. It has improved markedly since the shot on Friday and the constant anti-biotics I've been taking. I had planned on going back to urgent care, but when I woke up this morning, I thought instead I'd try to get to see my regular doctor, since he's presumably the one who will be dealing with it long term.
I called the office, was told my doctor was in, but couldn't see me, however I could see another doctor in the practice. So I was on my to a 10:30 appointment. I, in fact, liked this doctor better than my regular doctor. He listened to my story, took notes, and looked at the wound. He felt around the hole, probing the swollen area. It didn't hurt, thankfully. He said he was feeling for a pocket of pus underneath the skin that they'd have to get out of there. Thankfully, he didn't find any, so none of the dreaded squeezing. He wrapped it up, told me to continue doing what I was doing, that I was doing a job and that he wanted to see me again on Friday to check it's progress. He said once these things turn the corner, as this one apparently had, it's usually smooth sailing to recovery. Man was THAT a relief to hear! He also advised that if they DID have to lance a pocket of pus, he'd send me to a surgeon, have them numb it and then do it that way. No squeezing with no anesthetic! YAY!
Thurday night into Friday was definitely the worst the this whole experience. Since then, the swelling in the elbow is almost totally gone, pain has been almost non-existant (although I did take another Vicadin when I got back, it throbbed a bit from his prodding. Nothing really bad, but since I paid for the damn pills and had nowhere else to go today, why not take one?), and the mobility has increased. It does seem, after the shot and new pills, it has turned the corner and is improving!
Thanks to everyone for your thoughts and encouragement!
Strangely, I do hope I have a smallish scar there when it's all healed. It'll be a helluva a story (what with all the embellishments I'm certain I'll add to it to make it more exciting), and proof of what I went through. I'd hate to go through all this crap only to have everything return entirely to normal and nothing to show for it. Just a small scar though, that's all, just a small one.
POLT
I called the office, was told my doctor was in, but couldn't see me, however I could see another doctor in the practice. So I was on my to a 10:30 appointment. I, in fact, liked this doctor better than my regular doctor. He listened to my story, took notes, and looked at the wound. He felt around the hole, probing the swollen area. It didn't hurt, thankfully. He said he was feeling for a pocket of pus underneath the skin that they'd have to get out of there. Thankfully, he didn't find any, so none of the dreaded squeezing. He wrapped it up, told me to continue doing what I was doing, that I was doing a job and that he wanted to see me again on Friday to check it's progress. He said once these things turn the corner, as this one apparently had, it's usually smooth sailing to recovery. Man was THAT a relief to hear! He also advised that if they DID have to lance a pocket of pus, he'd send me to a surgeon, have them numb it and then do it that way. No squeezing with no anesthetic! YAY!
Thurday night into Friday was definitely the worst the this whole experience. Since then, the swelling in the elbow is almost totally gone, pain has been almost non-existant (although I did take another Vicadin when I got back, it throbbed a bit from his prodding. Nothing really bad, but since I paid for the damn pills and had nowhere else to go today, why not take one?), and the mobility has increased. It does seem, after the shot and new pills, it has turned the corner and is improving!
Thanks to everyone for your thoughts and encouragement!
Strangely, I do hope I have a smallish scar there when it's all healed. It'll be a helluva a story (what with all the embellishments I'm certain I'll add to it to make it more exciting), and proof of what I went through. I'd hate to go through all this crap only to have everything return entirely to normal and nothing to show for it. Just a small scar though, that's all, just a small one.
POLT
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 257)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
No theme this week, just randomness.
POLT
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