it took a big dip…that’s the streak with my ‘post everyday’ idea that fell through.  If good intentions carried the field, I’d be first when the checkered flag hit every time.  Some days are good days for me, others are so-so, and some are just downright shit-tae!

It’s usually health related.  That’s what happens when you’ve been exceptionally healthy all of your life, never even get the flu when everyone else around you is dying, and being sick just isn’t in your every day picture.  I have some pretty rough days.  It could be that I think I’m still 20 and I can haul 3-4 big wheel barrow loads of gravel without an after effect — WRONG!

If I get back into the desert walks with my doggieo and start lifting light weights, I may pick up a bit of strength that will give me an edge.  Some days I feel like I got ran over by a truck and I’m not out of breath all day, but I feel the breathing thing and simply feel horrible all day…sometimes for 2-3 days at a time.  I just had a follow up with my Dr. and we’re going to do some tests on my heart and the ultrasound thingy on the carotid artery.  Plus I’m undergoing another issue that sent me to a surgeon’s office on Monday.  A consultation that I thought I was going to have with the surgeon wasn’t even part of it, it was more testing, this time the bladder area.  I won’t get to see the surgeon for a consultation until the end of September.

The bladder testing wasn’t any fun but kind of interesting the way they fill your bladder with really cold water and then when you pee, you pee cold.  That’s a first for me.  Peeing cold.  The test isn’t about seeing if you can pee cold, it’s about the bladder in general. I actually hope I never have to do that test again.

My sweet grandson Breck had his first day of school on Monday.  He was so nervous and excited he threw up twice before school and about 2 hours after he got to school.  The teacher was in contact with mom and dad and they decided to leave him instead of picking him up.  He managed to make it through the day without another incident.

I remember starting a new school a hundred or so times when I was a kid — we moved continuously.  I hated it.  When I was little, mom took us in and got us registered but by the time I was in 6th grade, we just went in on our own and got started.  In those days the red tape wasn’t as sticky as it is now.  I detested walking down the hall and having everyone ‘know’ you were the new kid.  And then it seemed as soon as I made a few friends, we moved again.

I’m not much for news on poker this evening.  The WSOP.com kids have whipped me back into a corner and it’s a struggle.  I hate it!  I still have a teensy bit of a bankroll to keep firing back at the villains so there’s hope.

I’m out.  Catch me tomorrow.