Sunday, August 30, 2015

He Stuck a Needle in My Eye

Well, the plan was for this to be an announcement of my triumphant return to the blogosphere (albeit in a somewhat limited capacity) with a new pair of much stronger glasses around now.  For my appointment with my eye doctor was scheduled for last Friday morning (August 28th) but as with many a plan with other mice and men, my plan went awry.

Oh yeah, I made my appointment.  It was first time I have been more than 50 feet from the house since I went to see a doctor after having to go to the emergency room almost two years ago, but by the grace of our Heavenly Father, I made it to see (so to speak) the eye doctor.

Now, I do not think I had become legally blind.  For I could see things, but the only letter on the eye chart I could read was the big E at the top, with even it being rather fuzzy—even with glasses on.

Nope, there would be no much stronger glasses for me.  For they insisted upon stopping the bleeding in the back of both of my eyes first, and then the plan is for me to undergo cataract surgery on both eyes.  They did stick a needle with Avastin in my right eye, however, with the left eye to get stuck this coming Thursday (September 3rd).

The vision in my right eye has improved considerably since.  I would not be able to publish this update without that.  For it had become to where I could not see which keys I was hitting on the keyboard.  Arlynda keeps cringing because of the white of my right eye now bing more red, but I am quite used to her looking at me and cringing after over 20 years of such looks.

Please forgive me for staying almost completely online, and I think it would be best for me to remain absent for at least another two weeks because of how overly stressful it still is.  Hopefully, both eyes will be back by then to where they were before the lines started becoming so blurry 5-6 weeks ago.  Getting a new pair of glasses will be addressed after the cataract surgeries, but it may be that I will no longer even need glasses after the scales are peeled off.

Thankfully, my eye doctor is part of a clinic that seems to be untarnished by the current general state of our health care system, but my mama often said that I was awfully gullible.  Sigh.

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Friday, August 14, 2015

Blurred Lines

I am needing to take another online time-out.  I cannot go into any details at this time because of my troubles, but this time-out will include leaving comments here and there as usual.  The WhiteHeart Wednesdays on The Trib will continue, but they been automatically scheduled for quite some time.  Hopefully, I will back at it in less than a month, and I will tell you-all all about then.

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

ATF: Literary Lyrics

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Paperback Writer
The Beatles
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Writer
Writer

Dear sir or madam
Will you read my book
It took me years to write
Will you take a look
It’s based on a novel
By a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I want to be
A paperback writer
Paperback writer

It’s a dirty story
Of a dirty man
And his clinging wife
Doesn’t understand
His son is working
For the Daily Mail
It’s a steady job
But he wants to be
A paperback writer
Paperback writer

Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Writer
Writer

It’s a thousand pages
Give or take a few
I’ll be writing more
In a week or two
I can make it longer
If you like the style
I can change it ‘round
And I want to be
A paperback writer
Paperback writer

If you really like it
You can have the rights
It could make a million
For you overnight
If you must return it
You can send it here
But I need a break
And I want to be
A paperback writer
Paperback writer

Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Writer
Writer

Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer...



The Letter
Joe Cocker
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain't got time to take no fast train
Oh the lonely days are gone
I'm coming home
Yeah my baby
She wrote me a letter

I don't care how much I've got to spend
Oh I'm gonna find my way back home again
Oh my lonely days are gone
I'm coming home
Yeah my baby
She wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live
Without no more
Listen to me mister
I just can’t wait
To get to my baby once more
Anyway

I don't care how much I've got to spend
I'm gonna find my way
Find my way back home again
Lonely days are gone
I'm coming home now
My baby
She wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter
Said she can't live
Without me no more
Listen to me mister
I can’t wait
To get to my baby once more
Anyway

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain't got time to take no fast train
Oh the lonely days are gone
I'm coming home now
Oh my baby she wrote me a letter
Oh my baby

My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Jolts of Reality


We have the complete Sopranos series on DVD, and we recently completed watching all 86 episodes again.  Toward the end, I wondered (inside of my head) how Tony could be so oblivious to the duplicity of his nature while expecting others to be upfront with him.  It was a rhetorical question I had posed many times before about him and other characters in the show, but this time I received an answer of, “It was in the script.”

Alas, I suppose I am sometimes really not as sharp as I would like to think of myself as being.  For I frequently shake my head in disgust over Arlynda loving to watch “reality” shows like Chrisley Knows Best, Duck Dynasty, Hardcore Pawn and Storage Wars because of being obviously scripted while I have a tendency to forget that such shows as The Sopranos are not real.

Yeah, Arlynda realizes that her reality shows are not real and calls them her trash.  As it turns out, the CNBC shows I like to watch could also be considered trash because of being too real.

It was around the same time as we finished watching the entire Sopranos series that I had my other jolt of reality.  For in telling what would be coming up after the next commercial break, one of CNBC’s anchors said, GlaxoSmithKline wins approval for the first ever malaria vaccine, but is there any money to be made from it?

What else should I expect from CNBC—huh?  For on Wall Street, the making of money is celebrated, and there really isn’t anything wrong with making money.  Within reason, that is.

My problem is that I look upon the medical and legal (including politics) professions as being more of a calling than a means to make money.  For what one does in those professions directly affects countless others—sometimes even for generations.

On a more personal level, Arlynda would not be so sick now if there was an emphasis upon actually treating people over cost-effectiveness.  I also have no doubt that there would be at least an idea for a treatment of my condition if there was a good profit to be made from it.

Is it not fairly common for people building products to joke about their shoddy construction as being job security?  After all, if what they built lasted for a long time, not nearly as many would be needed to be replaced—right?

Come on now, connect the dots.  Would it not be in the best interest of hospital systems for people to remain sick while believing that they are receiving the best possible care?  For when they recover, they do not need to spend money for treatment anymore.

On the other hand, supposed preventative care sure is a fat cash cow for the medical community.  Fleecing people coming and going is celebrated on my trash.  Sigh.

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Monday, August 10, 2015

ATF: Poetic Notions

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Nights in White Satin
The Moody Blues
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I’d always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can’t say anymore

‘Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how
I love you

Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I’m going through
They can’t understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end

And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how
I love you
Oh how
I love you

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I’ve always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can’t say anymore

‘Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how
I love you
Oh how
I love you
‘Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how
I love you
Oh how
I love you

Breathe deep in the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day’s useless energy’s spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion



Lighter Shade of Pale
Procol Harum
We skipped a light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
That I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed

And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was later…

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Sunday, August 9, 2015

A Sunday Drive

Back during our childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them again, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.




















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Friday, August 7, 2015

Sites To See #452

The SOLE purpose of this series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as an endorsement, and I have included sites that I found rather disturbing.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.







 Link: [Elfshot]




 


 Link: [Fimbulmyrk]







***NOTE***
Tomorrow is Arlynda's (my wife) 54th birthday.

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