Teh Squeaky Wheel
"I see another “bombshell” “game-changer” “pivotal moment” “changes everything” “Trump is done” moment has occurred courtesy of John Bolton. Odd, the timing of this, but there you go."
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, GN!
I didn’t know that Sven and Mrs. Sven had a cotton candy machine for taunting raccoons. 👿
Am I the only Wheelizen who feels like the news is becoming more surreal every week?
Hi, Fatwa. Good morning, GN. I am sadly disappointed -- when I woke up I really thought it was Saturday. Carp.
Our coons have all popped out baby coons that are all over the place. Every. Night. Tatum, though, has decided that all coons are a threat and come dusk he stands guard by the patio and hisses and spits at them. Good, Tatum.
Surreal doesn’t cover it, Fatwa. Absurd and ridiculous. The media is approaching SWMNBN levels of crazy. I’ve wondered how long they can keep it up, but then I think of SWMNBN and she/it/whatever is still going strong after how many years?
The Russians are laughing their collective asses off.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
The level of crazy in the media is indeed reaching WTF levels, and I’m hearing it echoed in the comments of people on social media.
Hai, Sven and Paddy!
Glad it’s not just me who finds the news is getting weirder; I was a tich worried about dementia. (IMHO, both of your comparisons of teh media to SWMNBN are harsh but fair.) 😉
Pleased to read that Jack Tatum is keeping the Mountain Redoubt’s patio safe.
Hi Fatwa, Sven, and Paddy (in order of appearance, and sorted by gender),
So, it’s a while since I have had the pleasure of your company; and you mine. Ol’ Jerry has been busier in retirement than when I was working. More on that at a later time.
Tomorrow morning at 5:00 am I head to Baltimore for my back surgery. All five lumbar disks have become quite deflated, but that’s not the primary problem -- arthritis, bone spurs on the vertebrae, and enlarged ligaments are. All that thickening is causing extreme pressure on the nerves leading to my right leg. I’m only able to stand for about fifteen minutes at a time these days. The plan is to make a five to seven-inch incision along my spine and trim off the calcium deposits and bone spurs and then shave the ligaments down to standard thickness. If all goes well, I should be out of the hospital in two to three days. Recovery will take about four to seven weeks.
As I see it, the greatest risk I face is getting murdered going to and from the hospital; it’s in center-city Baltimore.
I have to hand it to the VA, they have been very thorough, responsive, and professional. Since March they have sent me for two MRIs, two echocardiograms, one CT scan, three blood tests, and an EKG. Oh, and three weeks of outside-of-facility physical therapy. My cost for all this and the surgery? Zero. My cost for insurance? Zero. I knew my military service would have long-term benefits.
Next up on the Jerry renovation front is aortic valve replacement, but that’s not until late fall. I’ve renovated my seventy-year-old house and my seventy-year-old yard; why not seventy-year-old Jerry.
Wish me luck.
Prayers for a successful surgery and a speedy and complete recovery, my friend.
Jerry! Wish I was closer to offer help. We will be thinking of you. Please let us know how you are doing when you can. I wish you the best.
We’ve missed you, bub!
Very sorry to read about your health carp and hope that everything -- including your commute to the facility -- goes smoothly tomorrow.
I’ll let BrendaK know, too; you’ll be in our thoughts, sir.
Thoughts and prayers, Jerry. Pinch a nurse for me, but make it a good looking one, OK?