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Thursday, September 30, 2004

Burger Creepy! 

Ok, What is the deal with those new Burger King commercials? Have you seen these? The one where the guys wakes up in bed and there is a giant "Burger King" in his bed. It is some dude with a plastic "king face" on. No expression at all (well maybe a creepy I want to kill you slowly) Holding a breakfast sandwich ta boot! The Burger Creepy King then says

"It has egg and meat and cheese and meat and cheese"

You know cause it is the new king size breakfast sandwich so it has twice the meat and cheese.

Whatever! The thing is nightmarish. Fuck! I hate it. I can't even look at it.


Peace out.

Monday, September 27, 2004

KERRRSSSPLATTTTT! 

So this morning I was waiting on the North Quincy T platform. I was in my usual spot a little more than half way down. I was reading my book and a train pulls in I look up and see that it is pretty much jammed full of people. I already decided that no way was I getting on. I don't like getting jammed all together. If it is too crowded I will always wait for the next train. This is really no problem on the Red Line because the trains come pretty quickly. I am also in no rush to get to work. I have plenty of time.

So I step back to where I was waiting before and all of a sudden I see this middle aged Chinese lady take a header right in front of me. She didn't stumble then fall. She just went flat straight out on her stomach. KERSPLAT! she looked like she was trying to do the breast stroke on the cement. Either that or she was trying to use a Slip-n-Slide A)on the cement B) with no Slip-n-Slide.

Now my first reaction was "OOOOO! Are you alright?" as I took a few steps toward her.
Before I could do anything she babbled incoherently got up, looked around and got on the train. The doors closed and off they went. I started to read my book again but I can't read and laugh at the same time.

Hey don't look at me like that. As long as someone isn't hurt (badly) people falling down is always funny!


Peace out

Dad Update 

My dad had his gall bladder surgery on Thursday night. Everything went as well as it could as far as that goes. Although the surgeon said it was one of the top 5 worst gall bladders he has ever done. He has been doing this for 24 years or somewhere around that time frame. Normally when the remove the gall bladder it comes out in one big piece. The had to take his out in little sections, piece by piece. That's how bad the infection was.

Some of the symptoms of a bad gall bladder is back pain. It might start out on the right side but the pain gravitates towards the back. Since he already had back pain he never noticed that it was caused by something else. That is why it got so bad it took him that long to actually start feeling sick from the infection. It could have been a month or more since it started.

He was in the surgical intensive care unit until Sunday afternoon. They the brought him up to his own room. I went to see him Saturday and Sunday and he is mostly out of it due to the morphine they are giving him. He is doing Ok overall but he will be in the hospital for at least another week.

Peace out

Thursday, September 23, 2004

MXC 

Have you taken a look at this show? It could be the funniest thing I have ever seen!!

MXC

Fucking Hilarious!!!!

Peace out!



Take it out! 

Here is the latest thing with my Dad. He has been having more pain than usual. He went to his doctor who sent him to get an Abdominal CAT scan. They originally thought it was something to do with his liver. They thought his liver was inflamed and pressing on his insides causing pain and for him to feel sick and all that. Turns out it was his gall bladder. That was what was inflamed and infected and it needs to come out right away. So my mom had to take him to the hospital. (of course it was a different one than the one they were already at for the test.) So off he goes for surgery. I'll keep people posted.

Peace out


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UPDATE 6:00 pm

He is all checked into the hospital. They have him on a shitload of antibiotics to get him ready for the surgery tomorrow morning sometime.

Monday, September 20, 2004

It is only a matter of time. 

Tonight when I pulled onto my street there was a car in front of my house. More accurate it was in front of the driveway. It was not blocking my side, it was just behind my mothers car. I saw two men talking to my mother on the front porch. I assumed it was the guy who cleaned out our furnace the other day since he never took the check that was sitting on the kitchen table. I pull into the driveway as the two guys are headed back to their car. They were already in the car by the time I was out and walking by the car. The driver nods at my I nod back and they pull away. My mother is still on the porch with a paper in her hand and a look on her face. A look that is not so good, not so happy.

"What was that all about?" I ask

"That was your brother's probation officers."

I guess now would be a as good time as any to give a little background detail to this little episode of "Good Times at the Godfrey's"

Back sometime in May my little brother was arrested. Arrested for possession of a controlled substance with the intent to distribute. You see he had 5 grams of pot (individually wrapped) on him as well as decent amount of money. Oh he also had a little baggy with powder residue. The residue turned out to be Special K. That I guess was for his own personal use. So he got arrested mostly for the Special K. I guess, at least according to Brian, the cop was going to let him go until he found the baggy.

Now, no one in the family knew any of this had happened until late July. My brother had been grumpier than usual of late. He wanted to borrow money from my mom for what ever reason just to have money in his pocket. He was always broke even though he had a job. We were about to learn why. I guess my mom asked him why he was being a bigger dick than he usually is (my words, not my mom's). He broke down and told her what was going on. You see he went and hired his own lawyer, he didn't want the court appointed bullshit. He needed to pay his lawyer fees and he need to pay people back for his bail money and everything else that comes along with getting arrested. My mom calls me at work to let me know what is going on. She said something along the lines of "Guess what your wonderful brother did now?" So she tells me and I immediately call him and try and get more info out of him. He tells me the story. He got caught because he was too blatant with the pot dealing or some shit like that. Whatever!

So he has his first court date which was just basically to set up the real court date. He didn't want anyone there especially my mother. I told him I wanted to go and be there with him. He said, and this pissed me off "Why? What, did you all of a sudden become a lawyer when I wasn't looking?" I am like "Fuck you! I thought you might want someone there for support!" He says "Dani (his squeeze) is going with me, and besides it is just to set up the real court date so it is just a waste of your time. We will have to sit there all day". "Fine" I say.

So he goes and gets the real court date which was August 26th. Now that I was going to come hell our high water. I new it was at Dorchester District, I knew that date and time he had to be there. This time he didn't argue the point at all. I took the day off and went with him and Dani to court. We met with his lawyer and we went over the possibilities. Now since this was his first offense (as an adult, he got pinched at the pot rally on the Common when he was a juvenile DUMBASS!!!!! Why would you smoke at the ...what was he think... Ahh forget it) He would most likely only get probation. We sit in the court room with all the other hooligans at DDC and wait for him to be called. The first thing they do is go through and see who is and who isn't present. Brian was one of the first called and I think he was the first one that was actually in the court room. So this means his case was heard first. Long Story Short. The judge comes out hears the case. There are three charges against him. Possession of the pot. Possession with intent to distribute. Possession of the class5 drug which was the Special K. Judge listens to the lawyer and the DA. Blah blah blah. He gets his case "Continued without a finding" 18 months probation. Random drug tests. Now this was the best case scenario for him. That was as good as it was going to get. If they had found him guilty he would have lost his license. He could have lost it consecutively for each charge too. So he got off the easiest he was going to. He has to see the probation officer once a month or whatever the guy says. The random drug tests. Also the occasionally drop by to see what he is up to.

Which brings us back to tonight. The drop by. Brian wasn't home he was at work. My mom heard the car door and thought it was me so she went to the door. It wasn't me, I was a few minutes behind. Like I said earlier I just missed them.

So when I asked my mom what was that all about and she told me, my next question was "What about him?" as I nod my head towards the house. Him being my dad. "He is upstairs. In the bathroom I think. I don't know if he heard anything." Turns out he didn't hear anything. You see my dad has no idea about any of this. He doesn't know about Brian getting arrested, the drugs the probation or the court. Nothing. He would hit the roof sideways, bad back and all. World War III. Armageddon. Game Fucking Over. So when he finds out (and it is only a matter of time, especially with the drop by.) mom is going to pretend she didn't know either. We will cross that bridge when it blows up. We dodged it this time but next time maybe my dad will answer the door. Then we will see what is what.

Another Chapter in "Good Times at the Godfrey's"

Peace out.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

R.I.P Johnny! 

They kick so much ass. The punk world has lost another. Go put on a Ramones Record.


Peace out.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Player Rage 

Have you seen or heard about THIS? This is just fucking crazy. This motherfucker would be my personal butler for the rest of his life. I would take everything he used to own everything he does own and everything he will own. All of it would be mine. These professional athletes get enough money to take a little ribbing from some fans. It comes with the territory. Get over it. Even if the fan is being mean and a complete asshole. It doesn't give the player the right to fucking throw a chair into the seats. Unfucking real.

Peace out

Friday, September 10, 2004

Think you are having a bad day? 

Read this and you will think it is not so bad.

Really Bad Day

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Politics as usual 

I am already sick of all the finger pointing and name calling associated with this presidential election. They need to focus more on why they should be elected. Tell me why I should vote for you. Stop telling me why I shouldn't vote for the other guy. Tell me what you can do for me. I know it is politics as usual but I have had enough.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Rescue 911 

Well today was interesting and a little scary, Actually it was a lot scary. I was up in my room having just finished helping with some yard work. My brother was in our new sun room playing a game on PS2. My mother was in the yard finishing up the yard work. My Dad was in his favorite chair in the living room. I then hear a loud yell, not really a yell more of a loud groan/grunt. My first thought was Brian got pissed at Splinter Cell and made the noise. I then hear Brian hollering at my mother
"Mom get in here, get in here now! Dad is having a seizure! Get in here!"

Now as soon as I heard Brian, before he finished saying a full sentence I new something was wrong. I heard it in his voice. I flew downstairs and saw my father was having a seizure in his chair. His legs were straight out and his hands were on his chest. He was just shaking and twitching . My mother is in the house now and yells to Brian to call 911. While Brian is on the phone my Mother and I are trying to do something , anything for my Dad. He was foaming at the mouth and making horrible gurgling noises. We wanted to turn his head to prevent him from choking to death. We got him on his side more or less and that seemed to help. The seizure itself seemed to have stopped (at least the shaking). His eyes were rolled up in the back of his head, he was completely out. We could see that he was breathing but there was still mucus or whatever coming out of his mouth At this point my mother was freaking out and asking where are the paramedic? I told here it has only been like two minutes, they are on the way. They will be here. About a minute later the fire rescue truck pulls up. Those guys come in and start to check him out, he is still out cold. They call his name to try and get him to come around. The paramedic arrive a minute after that and now we have a house full of rescue people and that is a good thing. They ask us questions about what happened, what kinds of medication he might be on etc etc.

My Dad finally comes around, well he opens his eyes at least. He has no fucking clue what is going on he doesn't know what happened who these people are or why they are there. They ask him questions and get no response really just a blank look of confusion. They are telling him they are just trying to help. The next step is to get him into the hard plastic transport chair they have with them to get a patient into the ambulance. They pull him out of his chair and steer him towards the transport chair. He is still confused and not sure what is going on so he starts to resist. They get him in the chair and put the straps across his chest to keep him from falling out. He is still fighting them grabbing at the straps and trying to undo them. Swearing at them and what not, when he was all strapped in they had to wheel him out and he was grabbing at everything to try and stop from going out. Table, chair and even my Mom. (She says his grip was like a vice, it took three guys to get him off). They finally get him into the ambulance and my Mom gets in the front. While the paramedic were here Brian said "That is it no more drinking" and then proceeded to dump all the booze down the sink

*****BACKGROUND INTERLUDE 1*****

My Father has compression fractures in his back along with osteoporosis. To treat this his has had back surgery a couple of times. Basically what they did was to insert a balloon inbetween two compressed vertebra and expand it. Once inflated they then insert a type of cement that helps reduce the compression. The balloon doesn't always fit, in that case they just put the cement into place to prevent further compression of the vertebra.

Compression fractures are painful so there for he is on pain killers. Heavy duty pain killers. Methadone for one. He also has oxycodone for break through pain. He also is on Meds for a Thyroid problem and some other stuff for something else. Basically he has a regular pharmacy here. Now common sense will tell you that alcohol and pain killer like that are not a good combination. Try telling that to an alcoholic like my Father. He stopped drinking beer a few years ago only to replace it with vodka. Not much help.

*****BACKGROUND INTERLUDE 2*****

This has happened twice before. Well, two other times my father has "fainted". Both times were in the morning when he just got finished taking a shower. The first time was maybe 12-15 months ago. My mother and I were both at work. I remember getting called at work from my Mom saying Dad had fainted and hurt his back again. He was in the hospital for a week or two because he ended up with another compression fracture. The second time was 3 months ago and I was at the movies with my mom. (Troy: Long and kind of on the sucked ass side). This time my brother was home and he heard a load thump from upstairs and he went up called for my Dad and when he got no answer from the bathroom opened the door. My Dad was on the floor in a pool of blood. He had hit his head on the way down. Brian called the paramedic and then tried to reach us. No luck there because we were in a long sucked ass movie. It is a good thing he was home other wise who knows what would have happened. Both these times they ran tests and couldn't really find a specific reason for the "fainting". Speculation of course was the alcohol/pain meds. The second time they said it could have been dehydration, drink more water/fluids. They said he should of course give up the booze No one seemed to know anything. They gave him stiches for his head wound. Sent him home after a few days of observation and after they run a number of tests.

*****END INTERLUDES*****

Off we go the Quincy Medical my parents riding in the ambulance and me following. We get to the emergency ward and we have too wait for about 1/2 hour before we can even see him. WE go into see him talk to the nurse and give all the info we have about what happened. We talk to my dad and he has no memory of what happened. The first thing he remembers is being in the ambulance. He doesn't remember anything else. Not even things before the seizure. This also happened the other two times, the memory loss, now I am no doctor but I think it is safe to say that the other times he did not just faint he had a seizure. What brought on the seizure we don't know yet. They gave him a CAT Scan and blood work today at Quincy Medical, all negative. They can't find anything. He came home later on that same day very worn out and still no answers. He is going to see a neurologist to have his brain examined (insert crazy joke here) some time soon. First he needs to see his primary doctor. We will need to wait and see. We also need to get him to stop drinking for good. No beer no vodka no nothing. It won't be easy but it need to be done. The next time the seizure could fry his brain for good.

What a fucking day.


Peace out.



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