Since I left you last…

It’s been well over a month since my last update so I thought I’d throw something up.  Wish there was some super exciting news to post but my life as of late has been in a holding pattern of blah.  I guess I shouldn’t complain because things could always be worse then again things could always be better so there’s that.  

My mom got yet another surgery.  Fortunately, it was of the outpatient type and the procedure was relatively quick.  Unfortunately, there are a shit load of follow up appointments and I’m being pretty much pushed to the limits of what I can handle mentally.  It’s been building for a long time but some time ago, after one of my mom’s surgeries, I began to develop an anxiety about hospitals and doctor’s offices.  I’ve never really been a fan of either place but now I absolutely can’t stand them for any significant length of time.  They wanted about four follow up appointments after the last procedure.  I damn near lost it after the third and when she told me they wanted her to come back for one more.  It wasn’t pretty.  It got so bad as soon as I got home I took a drink.  If I had some weed I might’ve smoked some and for the record I’ve never tried marijuana.  I told her that after this next procedure that I’m done chauffeuring her to medical appointments.  I just can’t do it and more importantly I don’t want to do it.  They put me in a bad mental and emotional space preceding and following those appointments.  I feel kind of bad but…*shrugs* #sorrynotsorry.  

I’m no longer a spring chicken but I’m not about that senior citizen/elderly life where you spend so much time at some doctor’s office that everyone knows your name.  I’ve quit seeing doctors because I felt they wanted to see me too often.  I think more than two or three times a year is excessive.  You might get four visits out of me but that is the max.  After that and I’m just going to stop seeing you.  I hope I drop dead before I end up going to see one every week or every month.    Times like this I wish I was still in Detroit so someone else can help shoulder some of that load.  She knows my issues and I don’t understand why it has to get to the point where I have to literally say, “I can’t mentally handle it!”  The whole scene just reminds me of disease, illness, and death.  It’s gotten to the point that I just stay outside in my SUV whenever possible.  Of course whenever it’s a surgery they want someone to be inside.  I’d still prefer to just wait outside in my SUV.  Call me if there’s a problem or when she’s ready to go and I’ll be there but I don’t want to be forced to wait in an uncomfortable tomb of misery.  Another thing that pisses me off is why they always want you to come in at the asscrack of dawn for a surgery scheduled 90 minutes or a couple of hours later.  I hate mornings, I hate driving in heavy/rush hour traffic, and I hate hospitals.  Trifecta of no fun for me!

So my birthday was a couple of weeks ago.  Last year was a milestone birthday so I wasn’t expecting  the same treatment this year but it was vastly different.  I didn’t really do anything on my actual birthday, not that there was anything I wanted to do.  I checked out a burger place I had never been to.  The reviews were pretty accurate for it.  It’s kind of expensive for what they offer and they could season the beef but if I’m in the area I wouldn’t be opposed to returning.  I just watched movies.  I finally got around to seeing Captain America: The Winter Soldier.  It’s a pretty good movie.  Now if only X-Men: Days of Future Past on bluray would magically appear on my doorstep.  What?!  My movie going has slacked off big time this year.  I’m definitely going to rectify that next year.  

I went to the state fair last week.  I did the park & ride and the bus ride over was hell.  Every seat was full and the ride was slow and bumpy.  The bus was digging into a particular part of my back to the point that I almost wanted to stand.  When the fairgrounds were finally in sight we were stuck behind a traffic light that seemed prejudiced against green.  I wanted to get off of that bus so damn bad that I was prepared to attend someone’s church the following Sunday if the light would immediately turned green.  About 10 minutes later our light finally turned green.  Thanks for nothing!  No church for me!   My mom got her turkey legs.  I tried some fries that are always raved about by the locals and they were just okay.  Nothing to brag about.  I’ve have better fries at 5 Guys Burgers & Fries to be honest.  I did get my honey sticks (about 44 of them).  I even shared some.  Next year my plan is to get at least 100 honey sticks and not share them with one damn person.  LOL.  I tried a deep friend Rice Krispies Treat and was kind of disappointed.  Part of me knew it wouldn’t work (due to the marshmallow melting and the rice krispies turning soggy under the heat) but I still wanted to try it just so I could say I did.  The top and the sides tasted okay.  It cooked a little too long, too much batter, and the grease seemed old.  I think next year I’m going to go in the morning where it appears to be less crowded and eat until I get sick.  Think I might want to play some midway games and try to win something too.  We’ll see how that works as I’m cheap and have the patience of an angry flea.

Think I might leave Sprint and go back to T-Mobile.  I’m not sure if T-Mobile’s coverage is any better but I’m tired of dealing with their network which is slow as fuck outside and even slower inside.  I’m usually on wi-fi anyway and T-Mobile has wi-fi calling so I might give them another chance.  I’ve added another phone to the list of potential replacements for my current one.  The Nexxus 6, iPhone 6+, and the LG G3 are the current front runners.  

My Detroit Lions are 5-2.  Woohoo!  I’m still mad about the losses to Buffalo and Carolina.  Guess I’ll be up early as hell on Sunday to watch their game in England against the Falcons.  

Author: Freaky Deaky I'm a horny, opinionated, smart-ass, antisocial, introverted, misanthropic, agnostic, nonconformist, free thinking, hedonistic, highly intelligent, and arrogant black man with a dirty mind.