I need one. I think the cobwebs are finally taking over in my gray matter. I can’t seem to get busy on writing or anything else for that matter.

There were 19 big-ass turkeys in my front field this morning. You think that I could come up with something to write about them. Maybe, later.

So, I’m taking the wuss way out again and posting something that I got in my email.

Monday was TPKen’s birthday. Every year, it gets harder and harder to come up with a birthday gift for him. He’s one of those guys that goes out and buys whatever he needs or WANTS for himself. I’ve always thought that this was a selfish thing for people to do. When they know that their birthday, Christmas, etc. is fast approaching and they already have bought themselves what they want when they want it. It leaves family and friends out in the cold scratching their heads to come up with a gift idea.

So, this year, I decided that I was just not going to worry about it. He has done this for our entire marriage.

Monday evening I ran out and bought him some Levi’s, a book, and some candy.

He needed new jeans.

He didn’t like the book. How convenient it was for me that it was one that I had been wanting to read. “snicker”

He didn’t like the candy. Can you believe it that it just happened to be one of my favorites. “snicker snicker”

I’m on to something here. I can’t wait for Christmas!!!!

I love Christopher Walken. He makes me laugh more than any other performer ever.

Christopher Walken Doing Lady GaGa’s Poker Face

Thursday, I went for my yearly boobogram. Ugh! Although, this one wasn’t too awful. Last year, the woman squeezed by boobs so hard that I actually had tears running down my face. Women will know what I am talking about when I say that she managed to get that loose skin right between your boob and your armpit clamped down between the glasses. I think she may have been a dominatrix in her spare time. Only the leather outfit and whip were missing. Painful, to say the least. This year, I tried some redneck marathon boobogram training and I think it helped.

This picture, also, reminds me of one of my Mother’s favorite sayings, “I ain’t laughed so hard so my Mom got her tit caught in the washing machine.” Kinda sad that younger people won’t have a clue what that means. People under 45 or so have most likely never seen a wringer washing machine and sure the heck have never used one.

I did this one every day for the last 3 weeks, too….. It toughened up my boobs really good!

I heard on the news that “Shaft” aka Richard Roundtree  fought and won a battle with breast cancer. But then, he always was a “bad mother…shut your mouth!” Hopefully, this will make men not be afraid of not being macho if they go and have a breast exam. Listen, guys, if Shaft can get breast cancer, anybody can.

(10-28-09 editing to add….saw on the news this morning that the drummer from Kiss, Peter Criss, also, fought breast cancer.)

H1N1 (swine flu) really hit home at the  place. About half of the people were wearing mask and the first questions that the registration lady asked me was if I had been around anybody with swine flu. I was surprised and pleased to see the precautions being taken. Some illiterate white trash around here think that “Purell” is something that your wife/husband/kids put you through on a daily basis….”pure ‘ell”. The swine flu vaccine is not available to the general public here. Well, I think it’s not available in many places.

Anyway……Ichecked in and was told to go sit in the waiting room and someone would call my name and register me. The waiting room only  had about 5 people in it. Three were wearing masks and looking at the two of us that didn’t have a mask on with disgust in their eyes. Maybe, their whole faces looked disgusted but all I could see was thier eyes. I noticed that they sat as far away from me and the other woman as possible. I don’t blame them really. Lots of people are becoming really paranoid about the H1N1 virus. So, in order to put them as ease, I decided to go and hunt down a mask but my name was called before I could  find one.   lead down the hall to the X-Ray department to another waiting room.

I had to go pee really bad. I was afraid they’d call me if I went. But, finally, I just had to go!  I went down the hall in search of a rest room. I spotted 2 and went to the first one. Someone was in that one. I went to the next one and somebody was in that one. So, I went back to the first (since it was closest to the x-ray dept. and waited). Noises began coming from behind the locked door. It was a sound of something bumping the door. BUMP! BUMP! BUMP!  By then, I really had to pee. Serious urination time! Just as I was getting ready to hunt down a third bathroom, the door behind #1 opened a couple of inches. I could see a man in a wheel chair was stuck in there. He was cursing a blue streak, using words that my Mama would wash out my mouth with soap for saying. I started to walk off with the urging of the little devil on my right shoulder. But, the little angel on my right shoulder was telling me to help him. I’ve always had a soft spot for elderly people. I looked around for hospital staff to help him but saw no one. So, I figured that I’d do my good deed for the day and rescue him. I went to the door and told him to try to move away from the door a few inches so that I could come in and  help him. I squeezed myself in the bathroom with him and his wheel chair. Now, folks, this was one of those one-holers (a bathroom with one commode) and was rather small. The man, his wheelchair, and myself were really crammed in that little rest room. I told him to put his feet up so that I could move his chair around but soon realized that he couldn’t move his feet by himself. So, being the good Samaritan, I bent down to lift his foot up on the foot rest. And, then the other foot. On the second foot, I realized that the man had no pants on. He only had a sheet spread across his lap. This presented his bare ass just inches from my face. That’s the closest that I’ve ever been to an old man’s ass and I did not relish it.

So, picture this….here we were….me turning the old man (and his nekkid ass) in his wheel chair inch by inch until I finally got him turned around facing the door. All the while, he is cussing and complaining. I believe that he thought that I worked there. Then I had to roll the wheelchair back as far as I could (which was just about a foot) in order to open the door. Meanwhile, I am wondering if they have called me for my mammogram and what am I going to do if they did and I didn’t answer. Would this put other boobs in line in front of my boobs? Would they think that I had left? Holy crapola…how do I get into these messes?????

Finally, I get the door opened and get the old man and his chair (and his nekkid ass) out of the bathroom and into the hall. And, I really have to pee so bad that I feel like I am going to burst and flood the hallway. So, I turn to go back into the bathroom when the old man starts telling me rather loudly that HE IS COLD!

“I’m cold! What’s the matter with you people? I can’t sit here and be cold! I’m cold!”…that’s what he was saying.

So, I decide to try to hold out and not pee all over the place and tell him that I will go find him a blanket. Still, no one anywhere as far as the eye could see up or down the hallway for me to get to help him.

“I have a blanket.”….he said. And,  he did…..the one spread across his lap.

What to do? I had already seen his old man ass and really did not want to see his old man pecker.

I saw that I had no choice and grabbed the blanket from his lap while trying to avert my eyes from his wrinkled (I image, didn’t see it) lil’ pal. I wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and pulled it far enough down to cover his butt. I brought the ends around to the front and told him to hold on to them. Meanwhile, he is still cussing me.

And, I can still hear him complaining as I go into the rest room and finally get to pee. It was one of those times when you have held it so long that it won’t come as first. When it did, I felt soooo much better.

I washed my hands (don’t forget to wash your hands) and peeked out the door. The old man was still sitting there. Thank goodness that I had moved him down from in front of the door. I snuck out of the bathroom as quietly as possible, not wanting to be spotted by the old codger again.

I made my way back to the X-Ray dept. and apparently, God was watching and rewarded me with my name being called just as I started to sit down.

I was soooo glad when all that was over with. I couldn’t wait to go home and just relax and try to get the picture of old dude buttocks out of my head. And, I thank God that I was able to avert seeing his wrinkled (I imagine…didn’t see!) wiener.

I pulled up to my house to a very strange and weird site. The goats were back! And, TPKen was chasing them around the house. I started to laugh and soon was laughing so hard that tears were running down my face. I got myself composed, opened my car door, and got out. This was just in time to see the goats leading TPK on an all out cartoon-type chase around the house. TPK was pissed! He ran in the house and got his gun. This worried me. Not that he would shoot a goat because he can’t hit the broadside of a barn. I was afraid that he would shoot something that would make the bullet ricochet and hit him or the windows.  He ran around to the back of the house where the goats were casually grazing on the roof of our dog house. I heard some shots and was going to find the phone to dial 9-1-1. ‘Bout that time, though, he came in the house.

“Did you shoot a goat?” I asked him (knowing full well that if he did, it was a miracle).

“No, I just shot up in the air to scare them away”, he said.

The next morning, they were back. He, thankfully, was at work. I like the goats. They are fun to watch even if they do chew up dog house roofs, hammocks, etc.

What a day in my WTWM (white trash with money) life. I’m glad that I have the ability to find humor in most things!

Who's the black private dick
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
SHAFT!
Ya damn right! 

Who is the man that would risk his neck
For his brother man?
SHAFT!
Can you dig it? 

Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's danger all about?
SHAFT!
Right On! 

They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft.
THEN WE CAN DIG IT! 

He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
JOHN SHAFT!

My 8 yr old granddaughter got sick last week. Her Mom took her to a clinic to have her swabbed to see if it was swine flu. And, I hate to report this but it was. The next day, her little 4 yr old brother got sick and back to the clinic they went. He tested positive, too.

Deja’Vu…next day, their Dad got sick. Back to the clinic but he tested negative.

Thursday, TrailerParkMidge got sick and went to her doctor who swabbed her. Came back negative.

Last night, I got really ill. Temp of 102.3 which is really high for me because my temperature, when normal, is around 9 7.6. I’ve always run a little lower than what is considered average. My head hurt. My joints hurt.

All of the people who I have mentioned had almost identical symptoms. So, I am wandering if the swab test is accurate…2 tested positive and 3 tested negative. Were those false positives? Or false negatives?

It would seem a very strange coincidence that we all have the same symptoms but only two were treated with Tamiflu.

Tonight, I feel some better but still feel tired and have joint pain.

But, I can’t  end my post on a whiney note. So, for your enjoyment, I present…

THE SWINE FLU SONG

You know you are too old to Trick or Treat when:



10. You get winded from knocking on the door.  

 9.  You have to have someone else chew the candy for you.  

8.You ask for high fiber candy only.

fall over.    
6.  People say: “Great Boris Karloff Mask,” and you’re not wearing a ask.  . 
5.  When the door opens you yell, “Trick Or .”  and can’t remember the

rest.

4.  By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders. 

3.  You have to carefully choose a costume that won’t dislodge your  hairpiece.

2.  You’re the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker. 

And the number one reason Seniors should not go Trick Or Treating…

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1.  You keep having to go home to pee!

I have a feeling that the seniors in the following video do not apply to any

of those rules…..

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

I sure miss the way we celebrated Halloween when I was a kid. It’s just not as much fun as it use to be . We didn’t have to worry about all the PC (politically correct) crap. White people could darken their faces and go as black people. Black people could paint there faces white and so as white people. Nobody got mad. Nobody called Al Sharpton or the KKK. It was all in good fun and no one got there panties in a wad and cried “racism!”.

As I have told ya many times before (and you’re probably sick of hearing it but it’s still my damn blog), we were really poor.Over my entire childhood, I nor my sisters or brothers ever wore a store-bought Halloween costume. Nope…we’d start planning and plotting in September to find things around the house that we could wear. I can remember us dressing in some odd things. Once, one of my brothers dressed like a tree simply by going out into the surrounding woods and grabbing up some branches and leaves. ‘Bout 15 minutes out trick or treating, he had developed a rash and had to discard his “costume” piece by piece. Then there was the time that my sister dressed up like a man. She borrowed my Dad’s long johns and when we got away from our house, she put 2 tennis balls in the crotch area along with a carrot.  I was not very old and didn’t really get it….her make-shift penis and balls. I didn’t understand why some people thought her costume was really funny and others looked disgusted or shocked when they opened their doors to us.

We didn’t have to be chaperoned by our parents or any other adults then. Unlike now, we knew all of our neighbors and we were safe wandering around till close to midnight. And, people still opened their doors at that time, too. We’d each take a pillow case and we’d usually get it at least 3/4 filled with yummy candy. No stupid apples or other healthy stuff. No sirree!

Being as poor as we were, we’d make sure that we got enough candy to last us for a month or so….and that was even after we had eaten enough to give us all bellyaches on Halloween night.

Yep…I miss those days!

But,  you still don’t have to buy those cheesy store-bought costumes if you have any imagination.

Here are some suggestions for really cool homemade costumes…

CHEAP AND EASY WHITE TRASH HALLOWEEN COSTUMES USING A BOX….

If you have a wino in your family, tell them to save you a box. If not, then go to WalMart,KMart,Kroger’s, etc. Ask for an empty box that wine came in. VOILA’……you’re a box of wine

Order pizza delivered the week of Halloween and save the box….VOILA’….you’re a pizza…..

Take a box, wrap it up, stick on a box and….VOILA’…you’re a present (just don’t drink any liquid before you go out since peeing in this thing would not be easy)…..

A few more cheap and easy ideas……

Silly Costumes in a Jiffy

Now, isn’t that easy? And, cheap!!!!

OK…It’s time to DECORATE! And, y’all know that one of my very favorite items to use for cheap and easy decorations for every holiday including Halloween is TAMPONS!

Here is a really great idea to make your house look great enough to be featured in “O” magazine or even Martha Stewart’s show….

This craft needs no instructions. Use the picture as a guideline but use your own imagination and start craftin’

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

I’ve been working on some new posts. I’ve got 3 or 4 started on subjects ranging from the economy to my brush with the outlaw biker gang, The Pagans . But, I’m going thru one of those “wandering mind” periods. During my “brainquakes”, I tend to be all over the place and not be able to keep to the topic. Yes, I know that some of you are saying, “You always go all over the place in your posts.”

Tis true….but sometimes, it is much worse than the normal cerebral traveling that I do. And, this is one of those times.

So, I am taking the cheat-sheet way out and posting something that I got in my email today.

Yes, again. I know! I know! I’m getting a case of the blog lazies….so sue me! All you will get it the crap that I’ve bought on clearance and at bag sales.

When my brainquake after-shocks cease, I’ll write something original. But til then…..enjoy this copied and pasted stuff that I got in my email. Hey…it was either this or more misspelled Viagra ads, Nigerian friend emails and balloon boy jokes. And, I figured that y’all seen enough of them for a while.

The Economy Is So Bad……

The economy is so bad that I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.

It’s so bad, I ordered a burger at McDonalds and the kid behind the counter asked, “Can you afford fries with that?”

The economy is so bad that CEO’s are now playing miniature golf.

The economy is so bad if the bank returns your check marked “Insufficient Funds,” you call them and ask if they meant you or them.

The economy is so bad Hot Wheels and Matchbox stocks are trading higher than GM.

The economy is so bad McDonalds is selling the 1/4 ouncer.

The economy is so bad parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children’s names.

The economy is so bad a truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico.

The economy is so bad Motel Six won’t leave the light on anymore.

The economy is so bad, rapper 50 Cent had to change his name to 10 Cent.

The economy is so bad that the highest-paying job in town is jury duty.

The economy is so bad I saw a man in Costco buying one roll of toilet paper.

It’s so bad, a stripper was killed when her audience showered her with rolls of pennies while she danced.

The economy is so bad, that Martha Stewart did a show on creative uses for food stamps.

Got any more?

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A friend from “up north” (one of those Yanks) sent this to me. I liked it and hope that you like it, too.

Face it…if you don’t, you are not a real REDNECK…..

We have enjoyed the redneck jokes for years. It’s time to take a reflective look at the core beliefs of a culture that values home, family, country and God. If I had to stand before a dozen terrorists who threaten my life, I’d choose a half dozen or so rednecks to back me up.. Tire irons, squirrel guns and grit — that’s what rednecks are made of. I hope I am one of those. 

 Ya’ll know who ya ‘ll are so stand up right this second and holler, “Hell Yes! I’m a bona-fide redneck and PROUD of it!”

 You might be a redneck if:

It never occurred to you to be offended by the phrase, ‘One nation, under God.’

 You might be a redneck if: You’ve never protested about seeing the 10 Commandments posted in public places.

 You might be a redneck if: You still say ‘ Christmas’ instead of ‘Winter Festival.’

You might be a redneck if you bow your head when someone prays.

 You might be a redneck if you stand and place your hand over your heart when they play the National Anthem.

You might be a redneck if you treat our armed forces veterans with great respect, and always have.

 You might be a redneck if you’ve never burned an American flag, nor intend to.

 You might be a redneck if you know what you believe and you aren’t afraid to say so, no matter who is listening.

You might be a redneck if you respect your elders and raised your kids to do the same.

You might be a redneck if you’d give your last dollar to a friend.

OK…the next part is my own personal “Ya Might Be A Redneck”

Ya might be a redneck if your cleaning lady shows up with a shiner. I asked her who punched her in the eye and she said that she had gotten into a brawl with her ex-boyfriend’s new sweetie. I asked her if she had given the girlfriend a black eye to match her and she said that she not only black both of her eyes but had, also, put so many bruises on her that she will need one of those don-nut O pillows to sit on for a month.

I just love that girl. She’s a little redneck spitfire hellcat. We spent half of the time that she was here dancing to Lynard Skynard. Who says that you shouldn’t fraternize with the hired help. “S” is a lot of fun. So what if we waste half of her paid time laughing, dancing, and talking? And, TPKen comes home and says, “Didn’t “S” come to help you clean today?

BTW….I said that I wouldn’t NEVER hire someone to help me clean. But, when TPKen insisted on building “The Big House”,  I told  him that I was not going to spend my entire life cleaning. I said we could hire somebody to help out or call A&E to do a documentary on hoarding. Well, I’m not in the league of those people but there is a woman down the road who seriously could compete with any hoarder. Her yard is full of  broken concrete lawn-fawns, gnomes and grass-asses (you know…those wooden cut-outs of people bending over), Mother Mary statues with broken arms and noses, etc. She goes around the city on free garbage pick-up day (on that day, you can throw away big items like sofas and stuff) and grabs stuff. I’ve been wanting to take a picture of her house but I can’t tell when she is home or not. There certainly is no way to sneak up on her. And, she doesn’t hesitate to pull a pistol out of bra (yes, her bra) and aim. I’m not scared of many people but she is one of which I steer clear.

Back to “S”…..she has a tragic story, actually. Hooked on Oxycontin, crack, and other drugs, she hit rock bottom and is trying hard to climb back up. She lost custody of her kids but recently got them back. She cleans houses for a living and does a darn good job of it. She’s a hard worker and doesn’t mind doing anything that you ask of her. Ya know, she could be sitting on her ass like so many young women (she is 27) do around her and draw a welfare check. But, she knows that would only lead to a life of  probably getting back on drugs.

“S”’s water got cut off a few months ago. She called the water company and they said that she had run up a $600 water bill in 2 months. She told them that was impossible and asked them to check for a leak. They did and told her that the leak must be in her house somewhere and that they could not do anything. So, turned off her meter and disconnected a water pipe. “S” went to Lowe’s, bought a new pipe, and hooked it back up herself. When the meter reader was in her neighborhood , he noticed the new pipe. He went to her door and told her that she owed the water company for the water that she was using. She said, “Prove it! I don’t have a meter to read” and shut the door in his face. That girl has more balls than most men that I know! Gotta love a Redneck Woman like that!

As my blogging buddies know, I usually write humorous or strange stories about my life here. If I lack the brain energy to do that, I might post a funny video or email that I have received. Today is different. This post is semi-serious but you might get a giggle or to at some of the stuff. So, if you feel like laughing….please, do. Laughing is good for you( Even if it is at my expense).

Week before last, I was sitting on the sofa and watching Modern Family (that show is really funny). I was eating a muffin when I felt something weird happening in my mouth. I quit eating the very, soft muffin (it was a Weight Watcher muffin. Darn, those things are expensive). I removed the muffin from my mouth on mid-bite and looked at it. Holy smokes, FatMan, there was half of my tooth inserted in the muffin. What the fduck? I called my dentist office and was told that he was in his Smmersville office and I could not see him until Monday. I was told to go to WalMart and buy some dental bonding stuff. I cannot remember the name of it right now. So, off to Wally World and then back home with a tube of dental glue. I cleaned my gums and the tooth really well and applied some of the bonding. Then I stuck the tooth back in place and held it for about 3o seconds. As soon as I let go, the tooth promptly fell out again. So, thinking that I didn’t hold it long enough, I re-glued it and stuck it back in my mouth and held it for a full minute. No luck. As soon as I let go, the damn tooth fell out again. I won’t bore you with the many attempts that I made after that.

This tooth is on the front left side of my face. ALthough, the face that I am missing  a tooth  is not readily noticable, it was really bothering me. You see…..I never had any dental care until I was old enough to work and provide it for myself. As I have told y’all, my family was really poor. Actually, we were so poor that we had an extra couple of “o’s” and we were pooor. My parents could barely afford to feed 5 kids much less pay for dental stuff. The lack of dental care has played havoc on my teeth. And, I have spent tens of thousands of dollars repairing, restoring, and maintaining my teeth. One of my worse fears is ever having to wear dentures. Not that I’m knocking any dentures wearers who may be reading this. It’s just that I have put so much moolah in my mouth, I cringe when I think that it might all go down the (dental sink) drain.

As I got near the end of the tube of bonding stuff, I got an idea. Y’all know how much I love duct tape and super glue. Of course, I couldn’t use duct tape in this situation but what about some Super Glue? So, I squirted the last bit of bonding from the tube onto my tooth (which was in my hand) and then I put some Super Glue into the bonding and mixed it together. I tried that. NO LUCK! Not one to give up easily, I decided the hell with it….I’d go all the way….and I put just super glue on the tooth. I held it in place for around 45 seconds. I was in for a shock when I removed my finger. The tooth was not glued in place to the broken off still in my gum. However, it was glue to my finger.

Reading what I just wrote is getting me tickled. Thinking about the whole scene is somewhat amusing and crazy. Y’all (frequent readers….all 9 of you) know that despite the fact that I LOVE duct tape and super glue, I rarely manage to use them without incident and have a low success rate with repairs involving them. I’ve accidentally put super glue in almost every orifice of my body (above the waist line…althoug I’m not ruling that possibility out in the future. Who knows when I might have to repair an important crack?). You’d think that by now, I would have learned my lesson and banned super glue from my kitchen junk drawer.  I guess I am a slow learner.

Anyway….here I was….still had a gap in my upper teeth and now had a tooth glued to my finger. It occurred to me (briefly) that I could just stick my finger with the tooth glue on in the hole in my mouth if I had to go out in public. But, of course, that was a stupid idea. So, I set about trying to get the tooth off of my finger without damaging it. I tried all sorts of removal stuff…Goo Gone, that stuff that takes bugs off of your windshield, extremely hot water (which just produced a burned finger with a tooth on it) among other things. Finally, I did what I always have to do…..I cut it off….meaning skin…..I had to cut the tooth away from the skin.

So, at that point, I had a gap in my teeth, a burnt finger, an empty tube of bonding, and was worse off then when I started trying to fix it. And, I was panicked. One of my worst nightmares is to be toothless. 

All three of my surviving siblings have either horrible teeth or false teeth. My youngest sister just got dentures about a month ago. She is having a terrible time trying to wear them. But, when she doesn’t, she looks at least 20 years older than her age. Both of my brothers have dental problems. Actually, it’s pretty common to see toothless people around here. I just don’t want to be included in their numbers.

I waited until Monday and called to get an appt. I couldn’t get one until Wednesday. I went in and had my teeth cleaned since it was time for it anyway. Then the dentist came in. He took a look at my tooth and said, “Sorry, there is nothing that I can do for that tooth except extract the rest of it”. WHAAAAT? OH NO!!!!!! But, I gathered my senses and asked him how we could replace it and he gave me 3 options. ….a bridge, a partial, or an implant. I chose implant. He told me that would have to wait several months to heal before he could do the implant. Although, I did not like that, I had accepted the fact that I would not have a tooth in that spot for a while. Besides, it wasn’t that bad. The hole was  only really evident if I smiled as big as an alligator. And, if it did become embarrassing, I figured that I could go and get one of these.They are cheap and can be purchased at any Spencer’s. 

BUT, that is when things took a turn for the worse. From here on thru the rest of the post, there is not one damn thing funny.

The dentist was taking an unusally long amount of time looking at my x-rays and making notes. I was getting nervous. As I have said before, I am a total dental wimp. I chalk that up to no preventive dental care when I was young which resulted in MAJOR painful work when I got older.

Then he informed me that I have …….Osteonecrosis of the Jaw. This condition is hard to describe so click on the link if you want more info. Osteonecrosis in a nutshell mean that your teeth are probably going to fall out. This news was devastating to me. I have been upset and depressed about this since last Wednesday. One cause of this condition is taking Actonel or Fosamax….medications used for the treatment of osteoporosis. I have been taking Actonel or Fosamx for the better part of 15 years.

AND, I AM PISSED….REALLY PISSED!!!!!!

Two doctor’s, one a so-called expert in arthritis and bones, and one was my gynecologist. Also, the dentist has it on my med records that I was on Actonel.

The internet is full of stories of people who have this problem. And, it’s full of stories of LAW SUITS.

My question is….why didn’t at least one of these people in the medical/dental field warn me about Fosamax and Actenol. FYI…Boniva (touted by perky Sally Fields) also, causes this.

I’ve got to wait until I’m facing the possibility of loosing most, if not all, of my teeth before I am told about this?

I’m not the sort of person who thinks lawsuit over every injustice done to me. But, in this case, I’m seriously considering it.

If anyone reading this has

1.Osteonecrosis of the Jaw

2.Knows somebody who has osteonecrosis of the jaw or suspects it

3. Is taking Actenol or Fosamax at present or have in the past

I would really appreciate your input and comments. Although, I can usually find humor in just about anything (see first part of blog and superglue accident), this is NOT FUNNY AT ALL.

Also, if any of you have had or known someone who has had treatment for this…..PLEASE COMMENT ABOUT IT. I’m desperate here.

Today’s Shitcake awards go to Dr. **cky, Dr. K**lid, and the drug companies.

I’m writing this to let my blogging friends know that contrary to rumor, (and some people’s wishes) I’m not dead. Well…not totally. Just brain dead. And busy.

I’ve got to get my act together and write about something original. Or, I’m going to get a reputation for copying and pasting crap all the time.

For some reason, last nite, I dreamed about this crazy idea for a Halloween costume that I made TPSkipper one year. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I made her a “shower around her” outfit. I took a hula-hoop and attached a fake (aluminum foil and hangar) shower head to it. Then I hung a shower curtain on it. It was really cute.

She went off to a Halloween party dressed in her shower outfit. I was rather proud of my artistic endeavor. However, when she came home from the party, she said that she had to take it off soon after she got to the party. It seems that I had not taken into account that she couldn’t sit down, play games, or even really talk to anyone with that thing on. My ingenious idea turned out to be a bad idea.

The best laid plans of mice and moms.