FRIGHTFUL FRIDAY
Political Potpourri
If you would have offered to bet me a year ago at this time that most of my mental & blogger energy would be spent ruminating * on the Republican side of the nomination race rather than "She-who-shall-not-be-named," my wallet would probably be emptier. ** Now where was I? Oh . . . I remember . . . I'm going to try to limit my political news & commentary to my latest label for my Friday entries, which I am calling . . .FRIGHTFUL FRIDAY!
What happened to fitbit Friday? Having a hip replacement has limited me to an average of 300-400 steps per day, somewhat dampening the appeal of this label & any progress reports. Back to:Political Potpourri!
* I've been waiting a long time to use this word. I love this word.** Not really. I am, after all, a member of the Nebraska State Gamblers' Assistance Commission, appointed by the Governor himself & confirmed by the Nebraska Unicameral.
A Shocking Revelation . . . Leckband Cornhusker State Blog Exclusive!
Source? Sorry . . . I Cannot Reveal My Source: In a shocking turn of events late on THU 3/31, Donald Trump declared that the era of The Republican Party--The Party of Lincoln--is over! While supporters "raised the roof" at an unexpected location for an impromptu campaign rally *, Trump loudly declared, "Loser! Loser, I tell you! Abraham Lincoln? A loser!" Stunned media sources could only gasp as The Donald continued, "Won the Civil War? I tell you, I would have won the Civil War in 2 years! Freed the slaves? If I would have been President, I would have built a wall, & there never would have been any slaves in the first place! After we win in November, the G.O.P. will be known as the Party of Trump!"Later in the day in another stunning development, Trump tweeted a picture of his wife Melanie, juxtaposed next to an extremely unflattering picture of Mary Todd Lincoln, supposedly taken shortly before she was institutionalized for insanity, not long after the assassination of her husband Abraham Lincoln.
* Baraboo, Wisconsin
The following two links are from National Review On-line sources.
Re: "She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named"
Re: "He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named"
Here's a link to my favorite partisan source re:
"He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named"
A Hip Update
A couple of mild setbacks on my road to recovery.- I spent an extra night in the hospital on FRI 3/18, due to a bad reaction to one of the pain medications prescribed for me [neurotin?]. Things were going pretty smoothly but began to go--in medical parlance--"haywire" that morning. Symptoms included slurred speech, inability to focus *, extreme fatigue, and a tendency to fall asleep in the middle of conversations. Also, I was caught trying to stand up & use the tray next to the bed to get myself from the chair where I was sitting across the room & over to my walker so I could use the bathroom. ** Did I mention my cognitive functions had slipped a notch or two? Needless to say, that caused some concern among the medical personnel, as well. They even gave me a CAT scan. The good news? No stroke. It was a nurse who suggested the reaction to medication. Once I was taken off the med, I was back to my normal, agile-thinking *** self by early afternoon. Unfortunately, it delayed my departure from the hospital by one day. But I digress . . .
** First of all, I needed to use the facility. Secondly, in my diminished cranial status [You like that term? I just made it up.], it seemed logical at the time. And, in my defense, once I had actually stood up & placed one hand on the wobbly tray, I had begun to feel the folly of my ways.
** Shut up!
- I am typing this on WED 3/30, so things may have changed by today, * but as of this morning, I haven't attempted the basement stairs. I told Lois yesterday that I thought I could handle them, if I had a cane. She brought in the hiking stick that I purchased--I think--in Yellowstone National Park last summer. However, she repeated what she told me last night. "Do not try the stairs until I'm here to supervise!" Lois is capable of saying that with the right tone of voice & demeanor to suggest that I should not try the stairs until she's here to supervise.
This is really only a mild complaint . . . The TV is in the basement, so I haven't been able to continue watching "MARVEL: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.," Season 2 on Netflix. Lois & I, having thoroughly enjoyed watching Season 1, leaped into Season 2 shortly before my surgery. Haven't gotten to watch an episode since MON 3/14. My "entertainment" sources? Laptop . . . iPad . . . iPhone . . . grand-son.
* Things did in fact change for the better on THU 3/31, when Lois allowed me to navigate the basement stairs with the use of the hiking stick I purchased in Yellowstone National Park. **
** The occasion was not w/o a certain loss of dignity. She insisted on traveling on the downstairs side of my journey, in case she was needed to break my fall; also she wanted to be handy in case someone needed to call 911. ***
*** Also caught up on "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." SPOILED ALERT! It appears as if another team member died, but Skye, a.k.a. "Daisy," is alive!
* Things did in fact change for the better on THU 3/31, when Lois allowed me to navigate the basement stairs with the use of the hiking stick I purchased in Yellowstone National Park. **
** The occasion was not w/o a certain loss of dignity. She insisted on traveling on the downstairs side of my journey, in case she was needed to break my fall; also she wanted to be handy in case someone needed to call 911. ***
*** Also caught up on "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." SPOILED ALERT! It appears as if another team member died, but Skye, a.k.a. "Daisy," is alive!
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