Tuesday, May 15

Why do doctors never call you back? I just took the last dose of my antibiotics and I have seen no improvement. Granted, my ears did pop a couple of times today, but my feeling of euphoria was short lived. I think my body does stuff like this just to mess with my mind. I called the doctor on Monday, and left a message to have her call me back, but as of this afternoon, two days later, I have heard nothing.

What was that? What did you say? Sorry, but you will have to speak up because I am not hearing very well these days. No, I didn't call her again today, but that's beside the point. You are not allowed to ask that question because you are supposed to be on my side and feel sorry for me. Let me feel the love, people.

The lack of hearing, while not terminal, is vastly irritating. My equilibrium is on the fritz, and I have to be very careful at just how fast I move. I'm trying hard not to do a header on any surface. Feeling this way drives me absolutely nuts. The queasiness is difficult to combat. I know I have to eat, because if I don't, the medicine will make me that much sicker. It's a catch-22 I guess.

Does anyone have any cheese to go along with my whine?

On another note, it seems that my "comment" section has now somehow defaulted to "approval needed." When you guys try to comment, do you get the message that I need to approve comments before they will be posted? That throws me, because if you look at my settings, that’s not what is supposed to be happening. I was also told by one of my readers, that there is a possibility of an error message. I tried to duplicate it in both Firefox and IE, but couldn't. Do any of you have this problem? It all seems to be working well, both at home and at work, so I'm at a loss as to what is going on.

I do apologize for the lack of posting as of late. I am generally just too wiped out when I get home from work and the last thing I want to do is look at the computer. Tomorrow, I'll call the doctor again, and remind myself to be kind to the receptionist. It's not her fault her boss doesn't call me back.

Tell me something funny today. Help me pull myself out of this funk. It can be a funny story, or a joke. You can even ask me a question. No holds barred. Something that will make me smile or think about something else. You get extra points if you make me laugh out loud. Leave it in the comments, or drop me a line via email. Who knows, I may even write a post about it.

And I can tell that thrills you to death.


Posted by Moogie at May 15, 2007 5:06 PM

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*** HUGS ***
I no longer get that stupid error / hanging page, removed newest Firefox extension and it's all better :| (slaps self for thinking it can be MY end, this machine is Perfection :P).
Moogie it could be worse, much worse it could be.....................
MAN FLU :O......... I know that doesn't really cheer you up much but a giggle at least.
I'm sure more people will come here and leave far more witty retorts.

Posted by: Gopher at May 15, 2007 6:00 PM

Ah Gordon..it made me feel better just to hear you say you no longer get the error msg. That is good enough.

Posted by: Moogie at May 15, 2007 6:43 PM

Sorry to hear you still aren't feeling well, still.
Nothing fabulously funny happened to me today, although I did handwash my sink cami in the sink and hang it outside to dry, only to have a squirrel wrestle it off the clothesline and make it into his own little pup tent in the dirt. That was pretty funny, if funny can also mean tragic because I really loved that shirt.

Posted by: Jay at May 15, 2007 11:34 PM

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender asks, "Why the long face?"

yeah, yeah, I know. lame joke - but you caught me unawares.

sorry about the sinus infection. my wife went through a lot of them and so I have vicarious experience with them and sympathy for you.

hope the doc calls you back next time (but won't hold my breath - I haven't got one to do it yet!)

Posted by: bob at May 16, 2007 1:22 AM

Jay: Oh nooooo! Stupid, stupid squirrel! We have alot of squirrels where I live so I will have to rethink hanging any of my clothes out to dry.

Bob: You did good! Perhaps it was lame, but it made me smile. Then again, maybe it was the drugs.

Posted by: Moogie at May 16, 2007 6:46 AM

A few I heard the other day:
Did you hear about the bass player who locked his keys in the car?
He had to break a window to get the drummer out!

How do trumpet players park in the handicap spots?
They put drumsticks on the dash.

Q: What do you call a drummer with no girlfriend?
A: Homeless.

Q: What do you call a kid with a set of drums?
A: Poster child for Birth Control.

Posted by: Gopher at May 16, 2007 6:40 PM