Saturday, November 12, 2016

Renter and I spent the  morning chasing little stuff that keep a household running.

The problem seemed to be everything we needed, everyone in three counties needed and the shop keeper were out. We did have a pleasant drive round about, however.

Eventually we collected most of what we were looking for.

I received my second blue light treatment. That sucker was more painful than the first. I’m finding the medical establishment more and more confusing the more I see of it. I receive treatment and it’s been going on for eight months now, yesterday I was asked who my primary person was and I couldn’t answer.

Truth.

Turned out that I’d met her only once and that eight months back for about thirty seconds. Everyone else was a nurse of varying degrees and skills. None of them wear name tags, identifying markings or profess to know anyone else. Just; get in line, sit over there, wait awhile we’ll get you.

Remarkable how women keep track of the pecking order.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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