A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor's office. "Is it true," she wanted to know, "that the medication you prescribed has to be taken for the rest of my life?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so," the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the senior lady replied, "I'm wondering, then, just how serious is my condition because this prescription is marked 'NO REFILLS'..."
Don't blame me. Blame Doug.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
GOOD-BYE BIG PHONE COMPANY!
Yay! I finally have a new wireless server for my laptop. I've been poking along on Big Phone Company's wireless for a year and a half. The internet service was slow, very slow. Quite often, I could not access the internet at all. I spent a great deal of time on the help phone line trying to get internet service working. Just a few days ago, I went through five customer service reps before my problem was resolved, only to find that yesterday I was once again not able to get online.
Today I dropped the Big Phone Company and signed up for wireless with our cell phone provider, and it's like I died and went to heaven now using my laptop. But wait! There's a hitch. We signed a contract with BPC, and we will need to pay $95.00 for breaking the contract which does not run out until September of this year. But I'm going to fight that. As I see it, the BPC owes us money for all the days when we could not access the internet. We could always threaten to cut off our home landline service with the BPC. I'll try whatever I can, and we'll see who wears out first.
Today I dropped the Big Phone Company and signed up for wireless with our cell phone provider, and it's like I died and went to heaven now using my laptop. But wait! There's a hitch. We signed a contract with BPC, and we will need to pay $95.00 for breaking the contract which does not run out until September of this year. But I'm going to fight that. As I see it, the BPC owes us money for all the days when we could not access the internet. We could always threaten to cut off our home landline service with the BPC. I'll try whatever I can, and we'll see who wears out first.
"ALPHA SERIES"
My second post at Wounded Bird came on the very same day that I said I would have no blog. And, to my great surprise, I had 21 comments to the post.
My friends, don't worry. I won't take you through three years of reposts. I believe this will be the last for now.
Note: I hated the Alpha course. If you'd like I can give links to all my posts on the classes. We used Alpha during Lent, and after the first class, I pretty much stayed angry throughout each class. And I toned down my posts not to spoil the meetings for any of my classmates who liked Alpha and who might read my blog.
I figure that since it's all set up, I might post a bit, although I'll be talking to myself. Our rector has decided that we will use the Alpha series during Lent. He has already taught it several times before. I did not know that when we had our discussion at MadPriest's place, and, at the moment, I cannot locate the post where we had the discussion, if you would want to go back to it. Sorry.I've changed my opinion and decided that I am not a nightmare parishioner, after all. My rector and I get on quite well. He's a good man, very pastoral, and most times he has a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.
I gave my rector a copy of the comments from OCICBW with MadPriest's comments firmly censored out. I was afraid he was going to ask me for the web address of the blog, and I would have politely refused. My comments at OCICBW are part of my secret life.
I'm not really too worried about our congregation getting deeply into the fundie thing, and the rector said that he kind of picks and chooses what he uses from the series. I think he sees this series as a way to get people to step up and do the work of the church and get involved in ministries and service. Perhaps it will work. He knows I will be watching him. Any pastor who reads this must view me as a nightmare parishioner, and that's probably what I am.
My friends, don't worry. I won't take you through three years of reposts. I believe this will be the last for now.
Note: I hated the Alpha course. If you'd like I can give links to all my posts on the classes. We used Alpha during Lent, and after the first class, I pretty much stayed angry throughout each class. And I toned down my posts not to spoil the meetings for any of my classmates who liked Alpha and who might read my blog.
WHO DAT?
New Orleanian Catherine Bernos, 85, center, was so inspired to dance with Mack 'Mack the Quack' Cuenca that she left her stroller, left, as she and other fans met him Halo Saint, Voodoo Man, and other diehard Saint's fans at Door's Pub and Pizza on Maple Street in New Orleans on Saturday, January 23, 2010.
TODAY: New Orleans Saints v. Minnesota Vikings in the NFL championship game.
WHO DAT? WHO DAT SAY DEY GONNA BEAT DEM SAINTS?
From NOLA.com.
STORY OF THE DAY
I have heard some beautiful notes in my
life, she said, but they were nothing
without the rest of the music, too.
From StoryPeople>
life, she said, but they were nothing
without the rest of the music, too.
From StoryPeople>
Saturday, January 23, 2010
A HEALTH CARE "SOB-STORY"
From a long-time reader at TPM:
Like everyone I have a sob-story to tell about health care. After telling it to countless liberals who oppose the Senate's health-care reform bill, I still haven't heard a good answer from them about why they can't support the Senate bill. They usually stop talking, or try to change the subject.
Maybe Raul Grijalva or Barney Frank or Anthony Weiner or Jerry Nadler have wrestled with this problem and I haven't seen it. Have you seen anything from them about this?
My story: My father is dying of Huntington's disease. Before he dies in 8 to 10 years, he will need anti-depressants, anti-psychotics and drugs that fight dementia and his tremors and convulsions. He'll need multiple brain scans and physical therapy sessions.
Current medical treatments can't save him, but they will give him a few more years before the slow death strips him of his memories, personality and control of his body.
There's a 50 percent chance the same slow motion death awaits me and each of my three siblings. If I ever lose my job I'll become uninsurable, permanently. My sister already lost her insurance.
That means whatever treatment is developed for Huntington's will be unavailable to us. There's simply no way we could afford it. Not only high tech gene therapies or other interventions, but the medications and treatments that exist now that would buy us enough time to see our kids' graduations or weddings, and would give them hope of not suffering their grandfather's fate.
There's a bill that would mean we'd never be rejected for health insurance or have it canceled. Health insurance that could ease our final years, or maybe even save us.
But liberals are refusing to support it....
Read the rest of the "Sob-Story" at the link.
I expect that few people wanted the public option more than I. My choice for a plan within the realm of possibility is a Medicare-for-all-who-want-it health care bill. Those who are happy with their present insurance may keep it. Whoever wants to join Medicare can pay and receive their health insurance through Medicare. It appears this is not to be.
However, the members of the House of Representatives can sign on to the quite-imperfect Senate bill, and thus provide better coverage for a great many people. If the Senate bill is the only way to improve health care coverage for a number of people with pre-existing conditions and those who may be uninsurable because of existing conditions, should they lose their current insurance policy, then I say, "Go for it". What comes to mind is, "Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good."
Like everyone I have a sob-story to tell about health care. After telling it to countless liberals who oppose the Senate's health-care reform bill, I still haven't heard a good answer from them about why they can't support the Senate bill. They usually stop talking, or try to change the subject.
Maybe Raul Grijalva or Barney Frank or Anthony Weiner or Jerry Nadler have wrestled with this problem and I haven't seen it. Have you seen anything from them about this?
My story: My father is dying of Huntington's disease. Before he dies in 8 to 10 years, he will need anti-depressants, anti-psychotics and drugs that fight dementia and his tremors and convulsions. He'll need multiple brain scans and physical therapy sessions.
Current medical treatments can't save him, but they will give him a few more years before the slow death strips him of his memories, personality and control of his body.
There's a 50 percent chance the same slow motion death awaits me and each of my three siblings. If I ever lose my job I'll become uninsurable, permanently. My sister already lost her insurance.
That means whatever treatment is developed for Huntington's will be unavailable to us. There's simply no way we could afford it. Not only high tech gene therapies or other interventions, but the medications and treatments that exist now that would buy us enough time to see our kids' graduations or weddings, and would give them hope of not suffering their grandfather's fate.
There's a bill that would mean we'd never be rejected for health insurance or have it canceled. Health insurance that could ease our final years, or maybe even save us.
But liberals are refusing to support it....
Read the rest of the "Sob-Story" at the link.
I expect that few people wanted the public option more than I. My choice for a plan within the realm of possibility is a Medicare-for-all-who-want-it health care bill. Those who are happy with their present insurance may keep it. Whoever wants to join Medicare can pay and receive their health insurance through Medicare. It appears this is not to be.
However, the members of the House of Representatives can sign on to the quite-imperfect Senate bill, and thus provide better coverage for a great many people. If the Senate bill is the only way to improve health care coverage for a number of people with pre-existing conditions and those who may be uninsurable because of existing conditions, should they lose their current insurance policy, then I say, "Go for it". What comes to mind is, "Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good."
HOW TO CLEAN THE HOUSE....
1. Open a new folder on your PC.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the Recycle Bin.
4. Empty the Recycle Bin.
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete
Housework permanently?"
6. Calmly answer, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly.
7. Feel better?
I do feel better, Julie, I do. Thank you.
2. Name it "Housework."
3. Send it to the Recycle Bin.
4. Empty the Recycle Bin.
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete
Housework permanently?"
6. Calmly answer, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly.
7. Feel better?
I do feel better, Julie, I do. Thank you.
Friday, January 22, 2010
MIKE'S WIFE DELIVERS
Mike and his pregnant wife live on a farm in a rural area in the west of England. No running water, no electricity, etc. One night, Mike's wife begins to deliver the baby. The local doctor is there in attendance. "What d'ya want me to do, Doctor?"
"Hold the lantern, Mike. Here it comes!" the doctor delivers the child and holds it up for the proud father to see. "Mike, you're the proud father of a fine strapping boy."
"Saints be praised, I..."
Before Mike can finish the Doctor interrupts, "Wait a minute. Hold the lantern, Mike." Soon the doctor delivers the next child. "You've a full set now, Mike. A beautiful baby daughter."
"Thanks be to..."
Again the doctor cuts in, "Hold the lantern, Mike, Hold the lantern!" Soon the Doctor delivers a third child. The doctor holds up the baby for Mike's inspection.
"Doctor," asks Mike, "Do you think it's the light that's attracting them?"
"Hold the lantern, Mike. Here it comes!" the doctor delivers the child and holds it up for the proud father to see. "Mike, you're the proud father of a fine strapping boy."
"Saints be praised, I..."
Before Mike can finish the Doctor interrupts, "Wait a minute. Hold the lantern, Mike." Soon the doctor delivers the next child. "You've a full set now, Mike. A beautiful baby daughter."
"Thanks be to..."
Again the doctor cuts in, "Hold the lantern, Mike, Hold the lantern!" Soon the Doctor delivers a third child. The doctor holds up the baby for Mike's inspection.
"Doctor," asks Mike, "Do you think it's the light that's attracting them?"
PLEASE PRAY FOR CHARLOTTE
From SCG:
I just received word from my friend, Charlotte, that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer in both breasts. She will be going in for surgery (lumpectomy) a week from today, January 29th at 10:30am and then undergoing radiation treatment.
Read the rest of Charlotte's story at Wake Up and Live.
I just received word from my friend, Charlotte, that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer in both breasts. She will be going in for surgery (lumpectomy) a week from today, January 29th at 10:30am and then undergoing radiation treatment.
Read the rest of Charlotte's story at Wake Up and Live.
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