THE FIRE SEASON

My feet still ache from work yesterday. Which is probably good. With the crappy circulation in my legs, staying active is essential. Finally scheduling those peripheral angioplasties in the lower extremities would alleviate that; leading probably to more activity, but I am somewhat hesitant. Six years ago when they installed the stent, which according to the literature should have simply been an in-and-out procedure, they knocked me out because they did not want the patient twitching on the table. When I woke up it was ten o'clock at night in a comfy clean room, with periodic moaning coming from the room next door. I turned on the animal channel to pass the time. Hyenas hunting down a zebra for breakfast. Moaning from next door.
It was kind of a heartrending Greek chorus. Pitiful misery, very audible.

An hour later the hyenas were fighting lions for the kill.
Still that moaning from the room next door.
Lions, it turns out, are lazy.
Opportunists.

Throughout the night the juicy zebra changed hands. Paws.
And there was constant moaning from next door.

A nurse came by at six o'clock offering coffee. So I asked what was with that moaning from next door. "Oh, that's just a demented woman. There's nothing at all wrong with her."
"Well why the devil is she moaning so?" "She doesn't like being here."

See, I have recovered remarkably in the last six years. Her dementia has probably gotten worse, and I bet she's still next door. And that's why I hesitate.

And she probably has no interest in watching hyenas eat. Whereas I'm merely on this planet to be entertained. Which is why I'm still chortling over Jeffy-poo ranting hysterically yesterday over us libtards pissing on his parade with our protests and wanton destruction of property. So I'm very much looking forward to his petulant kvetching the next time I go in to work.

Apparently we libtards are also blowing up the stockmarket, and what we're saying about the chosen one in the White House (unclear whether we mean Musk or Trump) is so unfair!

Suck it up, cupcake, class war is going to get a hell of a lot worse before this ends.

This what you and the other chuckleheads voted for.




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