An actual post

Okay I did promise a real post, and if you read through that last one you are a trooper.  The last month has been eventful with both medical and non-medical events. It is now seven months as of yesterday since the voodoo necromancy was preformed, and I have to say I'm feeling pretty damn good. Lungs have had no issues, I have avoided getting any colds, and I am keeping active(kinda).

On my last visit up to Edmonton I was cleared on resume light contact sports and activity. This is potential huge because it means that I could, very carefully, go back to Hap Ki Do. The doctor says my chest wall has healed fully by now, and that my risk of rib breakage is the same as most other people(possibly slightly higher due to the steroids). So as long as I take things slow and don't do any of the full contact aspects of the training I can finally get back to something that was a major part of my life for ten years.

Mt eye doctor finally gave me a prescription for glasses two weeks ago, and there is a very noticeable difference. It was very much like the new lungs, I got so used to living with how bad it was that it was shocking once it was fixed. I have a very strong lens in the left eye and a blank lens in the right. I have to wait a few months before we can set a date for surgery on the cataract in my right eye. On the advice of a friend I bit the bullet and got the nicer frames. The logic being that if they fit poorly and I don't like the look I am not going to wear them, so whats the point. My disability, combined with a rather well timed sale, brought the cost down by about half. It took a chunk out of my whores and cocaine budget but I have had nothing but positive feed back on how they look. With the exception of the nurses calling me a hipster today, which is SSOOOO not true it just the shirt/hat/glasses/sideburns combo I was rockin this morning.

In less awesome news I wrecked my car last month. It was a bad judgment call on my part while changing lanes. No one was hurt and no other vehicles were involved, but my Swedish tank found its panzerfaust in a steel meridian pole. I still rather pissed about the whole thing. The car was ion great working order, engine ran well, it was well take car of, the radio came in clear, and now its gone. I was lucky that a friend of my mothers was looking to sell an older car and offered it to me a very good price. So now I'm the proud owner of a '95 Ford explorer. It needs some work, and has a lot of km on it, but for what I paid if it lasts me till summer I did better than buying a bus pass. Having a car for me is rather important, what with all the doctors appointments, blood work, and other time sensitive activities I have. The flexibility and independence are worth the cost. Once I am back in class, and have to buy a bus pass anyway, I will just walk to the train. But for now 'the beast', as she is referred to. will be my chariot of choice.

Hey dinks

Sup internetland? Been a while, but that just means there is actual news to report and I'm not going to fill a post with rambling non sense. Like the story about the time I took the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed the heel of my boot repaired, and the shoe repair here was closed. This was because old man Perison had to attend the funeral of Gladis Windslow's niece, she lived in that house that used to be yellow. I went into the corner store to get a onion to tie to my belt, which was the style at the time. while I was there I was sure to get change for the ferrie toll, which back in those days cost a nickle. Nickles back then didn't the beaver on them, they had big bumble bees, "gimmie five bees for a quarter" you'd say. Don't know why they switched to the beaver, politics most likely, thats what you get letting Trudeau in. Now this all took place in June, or possibly July, late June or early July, some where in there. That being the case I was wearing that hat that I liked because it matched the onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. Couldn't get white onions because of the war, so all we had were those big yellows. Good thing for me being as that hat that I liked was yellow, similar to color of the house the Gladis Windslow's niece lived in before they changed it, poor girls dead now you know. Now that I think of it, I may have been in April when this happened, it was April or August one of those two. Now walking to ferry was difficult because the heel on my boot needed to be repaired, I tried gluing it but it just created a rather sticky situation. Which coincidentally was the name of the dance we all went to after the maple syrup festival. It was always big ta-do, and all the fellas would be hurried out to get onions for their belts, which was the style at the time.You know thinking about it more it probably was March that this happened, but I wouldn't rule out Septerber as well. It was one of those two cause I remember putting up the Christmas decoration or taking down the Easter ones. So I go into the store looking for an onion that matched my hat, but they were all out. this hadn't happened since they first put the bumble bee on the nickle. I figured this ws because everyone has gotten one earlier on a case of having to go to Gladis Windslow's niece's funeral, and wanting to keep up with the current style at the time. I didn't want to look like a a square on the ferry boat, so asked the shop keep to get me an onion, preferably one that match my had, cause it look so good on me. Actually I think I was putting up the Halloween decoration about when this happened, them or the Thanks giving ones, hard to tell those apart sometimes, they're both kept in the big orange box in the garage and its way up high on the self it case the garage floods like it did that summer they painted Gladis Windslow's nieces house, its used to be yellow.

Planned on this going on for about three more pages, but I want to just get it done so I can do a real post.