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Good Tuesday, Blog Pals:
    I visited a new doctor today. Decided to fire Dr. Tightass and move on. So I made an appointment with some sawbones a couple of the inmat....I mean tennents here reccommended. It was interesting. For one thing, I never saw the doctor. He has these "nurse practitioners" to do the routine exams. I don't mind, really. Many times the nurses know more about what's going on than the doctors do. Anyway, this lady was very nice. I actually got her to smile which is something I could never seem to do with Dr. Tightass. One thing that did give me pause, however, was that when she listened to my heart, she said she didn't hear my irregular heartbeat. Wow...I thought. Did it clear up by itself? Did a miracle of some sort take place? Dare I hope? When she left the room I felt my pulse and it was doing the same old hop, skip, and jump it always does. Crestfallen, I wondered if her stethescope was clogged or if mebbe she needed to pick her ears and give her nose a break. I dunno what's going on but it was bizzare. They did give me a glucose meter, a really complicated one, and instructed me to test twice daily....once in the morn before breaky, and 2 hrs apres my last big meal of the day.  I'm to go back tomorrow after not eating for 12 hours and do new blood tests. Jolly. In general, though, they were nice and I felt more comfortable there. Or as comfortable as one can be in a doctor's office. I do miss the Viagrara clock that Dr. Tightass had in his exam room. Shoulda swiped it when I had the chance.
    Not much on the boob tube lately except stuff that's boring or that ticks me off. Saw Tiger's "apology" speech the other day. He came this close (bugg holds thumb and forfinger about half an inch apart) to sincerity. I still think he's a douche and the only thing he's sorry for is for getting caught as are most of these creeps who think too much with the little head. I'm still disappointed in his worthless ass. What really chapped my butt though was, what with 2 wars, an economy going in the crapper, disasters, famine etc. all the network newscasts lead off with the Woods speach.  Jesus Christ in a Sidecar.  And speaking of worthless, the Winter Olympics are on and are as boring as ever. They're interupting my regular shows and am I ever pissed. Why don't they just put this crap on ESPN (same with the Tiger stuff) and let it go at that? T'would make too much sense I guess.
         Renovations at brother Bubba's house are proceeding. Jethrene sez she'll be ready to move in next week. The kids are excited and Daisy May has already adopted Reagan the dog. "Reagan can sleep in my room. She can be my dog," she trumpets to anyone who will listen. Jethro doesn't care. He's not a big pet person. Doesn't like to have his face licked. It's good she's getting in there soon since Shitstick(Jethrene's worthless ex) is out on the loose now. The Wyoming prison system has seen fit to release this sacka and Jethrene doesn't want hastles from him or his equally scumbag friends. We all feel better with this arrangement.
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Well, its getting late (or early depending on yer point fo view). Have a good rest of the week, everyone.
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