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I heard today that Ted Turner died. I hope when they read the will Teddy remembers how many hours I wasted, watching the early iteration of CNN and 'fantasizing' madly about America’s original nerd queen, Lynne Russell.

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My Alexa just played "We Will Rock You" by Queen. But instead of morphing into the second part, "We Are The Champions", Alexa decided to go with "Tiptoe Through The Tulips" by Tiny Tim. It’s nice to see my Dot has the same sense of humour I do.
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Hey! Check this out-My favorite gal pal LL COOL J Is trying her hand at this here journaling thang. Give her a read, give her a like and if you feel so inclined, subscribe to her page. I have known her for well over 40 years and can vouch for her incredible coolness/hipness/nerdness. Find her DW page right here!
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As many of you know in my prior days, I was a lad about town. I am still about town, but with a much smaller radius. I will do anything to get out of this apartment and on the open road.

There is a church across the street who does a lot of stuff with our building. We saw a flyer in the elevator on Friday saying the church was having a barbecue lunch. What? A barbecue lunch? The question is not am I going but how fast will I get there?
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Erica and I moseyed over yesterday about 1 PM and grabbed a to go box of food. We sat down in the giant dining hall, but it was apparent they were trying to clean up and get out. I felt a little awkward so I told Erica we should leave. As she walked over to throw our iced tea cups into a garbage receptacle one of the church women came over and asked if I was enjoying myself. I said that I certainly was. She said “All praise goes to Jesus“. I responded with a well worn phrase of mine. If I’ve said it once I’ve set it 100 times. Free food is my Jesus.
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She looked at me quizzically, shook her head a touch then walked away. I was excited to have a plate of good food and the knowledge that I completely baffled a church member. It’s the little things in life that pull us through.
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Instead of my usual foot doctor, yesterday I met with a plastic sturgeon. Believe it or not, her name was Dr. Fish!! Well, it was actually Dr. Fisher, but for the sake of comedy, she will be Dr. Fish moving forward. She took a gander at my blown out left toe and told me it was definitely a candidate for a skin graft. She said I could get in as soon as possible (which in this case means sometime in the next 2 to 3 weeks). They will take a graft from my thigh and slap it on my toe. Dr. Mindy said the spot where the skin is removed usually hurts more than the graft itself. Boy Howdy!! That gives me something to look forward to.

Dr. Fish and associates-


I will have to wear the bandaging for one week and then go back to the hospital to have it examined. After another week, I can go back into the shower. So it looks like two solid weeks of not showering. It will feel just like following the Grateful Dead . I was not able to convince Dr. Fish to let me use Nigerian skin for my graft. A perfect opportunity to make bad jokes completely ruined by doing things correctly.

I’m stoked to have this done as it should speed up the healing of the bacterial infection. Maybe then I can get back up on my feet and start all over. I wanted to be back at Da Park working the ticket booth by March 31. I’ll have to push that back a few months, but if it’s the last thing I do, I will be getting my ass back to Da Park.
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My foot appointment for today was called off. Instead I have an appointment with the plastic sturgeon on Thursday. The wound on my left foot has been steadily healing but at this rate will take 4-6 months for the new skin to completely cover it, so we are going to discuss a skin graft. I know this may sound silly but I am going to suggest using the skin of a Nigerian donor.....as dark as possible. That way I can tell people I am 1/72nd black, which accounts for my amazing dance skills.

Dig this. My plastic sturgeon-
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I’ve been in a wheelchair for about 2 1/2 years now. It’s been an eye-opening experience and I have learned a lot. But I have asked for and I expect no sympathy. I’ve learned a lot about people. Some are very gracious whilst others think their slick little jokes are hysterical. I’ve also learned the tricks of the trade when it comes to zipping around on the wheels.

One of the things I’ve learned is how to deal with idiots in cars. There’s a traffic light & crosswalk right in front of our building. When the light turns red and the walk sign is activated, I still wait a moment or two before I go. Just because it is red, doesn’t mean people are going to stop. When we come to a crossing where there’s no light I always wave traffic on. A lot of people will slow down and stop but that doesn’t phase me. Keep on moving, Cletus. I have seen one too many stories about people pressing the gas instead of the brake and driving through a restaurant windows for me to trust these yokels. Today was a weird interaction with the traffic.

Erica and I were coming home from a quick trip to the local mall when we reached a T intersection. As usual, we waved people on. To the right, coming over a speed bump was a black SUV. She began to slow down and as usual, she got the wave. She instead pulled her car to the left a little, blocking the traffic behind her and got out of her car. She walked over towards us and then stuck her hand up to the oncoming traffic to stop. She waved us across the street like kids at elementary school. What the fuck? We had no other choice, but to cross the road and thank her. And of course, Hillbilly Jim Joe Bobby Ray behind her could not tolerate stopping for six whole seconds. He swerved around her into the other lane and pulled past us damn clipping us. We awkwardly thanked the woman as she walked away and got back into her car. It was very strange and awkward and unnecessary. I will repeat when I’ve said in the past...if you really want to help someone in a wheelchair, leave them the fuck alone.

We also went to a new international grocery yesterday . I don’t know why, but I found it disappointing. It just didn’t have the vibe of our usual tienda. But I did find a couple bottles of one of my favorite hot sauces which has been out of stock at my usual store. That makes all the disappointment worthwhile.

Salsa Huichol Black $1.49 each
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Its too damn hot to even complain about how damn hot it is. 92 degrees?? Whatever happened to Spring? Has Trump ruined that, too?
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Raleigh's first Whataburger is finally open!! If that's not good enough news.......looks what's back.....

My ZOOM today was all about better eating, nutrition and health. Ha. Whatta waste of time.
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No time to post.....i have to go get naked. Time for another ZOOM with the Lady Endocrinologist!!
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How life progresses...what was once my weed supply box is now my diabetes supply box.
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Life was tremendously better when it was the weed box.
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THIS is why I love baseball. Go M's!
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I am currently listening to R.E.M.'s first full length LP Murmur. Holy cow. I have been listening to this album steadily since 1983 and it still sounds as good as ever. Truly a masterwork of modern music.

Yo! Check this shizz out-Dr Smartass said my left foot (shout out to Daniel Day-Lewis) has healed enough that i no longer have to bandage it. Just have to slather on some industrial grade vaseline and put on a clean sock! Huzzah. The right foot...yikes. Still looking at a couple more months healing.

As always, free foot photos are available at The SomedaySeattle Gift Shop in lovely BeltBuckle, NC. (Open Tuesday and Friday 11-2, closed for lunch 12-1) If you cannot make it by, rip of an email to us or leave a comment.
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Damn, Rest In Peace. Afrika Bambaata 1957-2026. One of my early hip=hop heroes growing up in NY.
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I had a nice visit from Dolla' Dolla' Bill Y’all yesterday. He stopped by a couple times when I was in the hospital to bring me a latte. I haven’t seen him since returning home. Bill has his own fish to fry as he was diagnosed with leukemia a while ago. Bill has been very complementary of my recovery even more so after the bacteria eating flesh. He told me yesterday neither he nor his roommate Nuke'Em would be able to handle things as gracefully as I have. His direct quote was "I have a fatal disease and I still wouldn’t trade places with you“. In its own way it was the nicest thing anyone has said to me over the past five years.

Bill, DaBoss, GingerBoy....I had some incredible friends who have taught me a lot about life and how to live it. Even though I’ve been depressed as hell and down on myself the last few years I wouldn’t change it for anything in this world or any other.
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I started using Ozempic yesterday. 1 dose a week. If you ever say toyourself "Boy howdy. I am a little backed up downstairs. I sure wish i had something to turn every molecule of my insides to pure steaming hot liquid shit" then i have a just the thing. I will even throw inn a nights worth of stomach cramps for free.

Phew. PlanetChip can use a insterstellar air purifier right about now.

Hey!! I did my first ZOOM meeting today. With my endocrinologist. Is the common courtesy to wear clothes? Asking for a friend. A naked friend. Me. I'm asking for me. I may have forgotten to be clothed. This was prolly my last endo ZOOM , too.
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My doctor appointment was at 1 PM. I scheduled my ride at 12:15 in case there were errors. (Also my referral said to be there at 12:40). I made it at 12:45 to find all three receptionist were on lunch break. Why in the purple piss would you schedule me to be there at 12:40 if there’s no one there?? One of the drones eventually showed up. I was third to check in. After going through all my information she tells me I’m in the wrong suite. I tell her my referral says Suite 3349. She corrects me to Suite 3300.
I make the roll to Suite 3300. I hand all of my medical information to the receptionist. Recently my Medicaid has changed names from Stupid Ass Medicaid to Bullshit Medicaid I believe. The receptionist tells me she can’t accept Bullshit Medicaid because it’s a different name. Now it will take at least 15 days to approve the new insurance that’s actually the old insurance that they already approved. She told me next time let them know I have new insurance ahead of time. I’ve never actually been here so how the fuck could I confirm with you my insurance is different you silly cow. Then she tells me my doctors referral was incorrect. I had to do a different procedure which had to be rescheduled. How do you know what my doctor prescribed was wrong? You don’t work with my doctor thus you don’t know what he wanted.
You guys can do all your cross checking and reassuring and rescheduling, but one thing is for certain, you won’t see my stupid ass at your office ever again. This is not a procedure of life and death. It’s merely a test because my original heart guy needs a kickback to pay off his Porsche.
Not today, bucko. That was three hours taken from me. It’s a beautiful 72° day and I don’t need to waste three hours screwing around with dingleberry doctors.
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Another damn doctor referral viait. This time I am off to Wake Med Heart and Vascular for a Lexiscan Sestamibi AKA 3 hour waste of a lovely sunny afternoon. I think I have 1 more referral next week then.....
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i>I Awoke With This Song Rattling In My Head. An absolute gem from the 1970's (I was there!)


Today was my first day changing my footsie bandages. Not a moment too soon. Jesus, how can that odor come from a human body? I aloo grabbed my first shower in 6 weeks. NEVER underestimate the power of a hot shower on the soul.

Took a bounce to the groceria to grab some on-sale chicken wings (already sold out. Had to get a raincheck 'cuz you know I loves them wings). We past the house of some yokel who had just cut his grass. The smell was beautiful and enticing and made me nostalgic for childhood. It was the perfect antithesis for my funky ass foo
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