Tuesday, March 21, 2006

A dreadful day!

It started off with a series of tests at the local Hospital required after my latest physical exam.
I was instructed by this nurse to remove all my clothes, except my shorts, and put on one of those backless smocks. I explained that after retirement and working outside a lot, I had long since discontinued wearing shorts to avoid heat rash.
My story fell on unsympathetic ears and I was forced to march from the dressing room to the X-Ray room and to the lab etc. with my bare ass hanging out. I'm sure that several passes by the waiting room and the nurses coffee break room were uncalled for.
I was injected with some sort of dye and combined with having to take 2 oz. of Castor Oil previously, I spent the rest of the day either asleep of feeling rotten.
Fortunately as I type this before going to bed I can hear Romberg's "New Moon" (no pun intended) on TV and with the music of "One Kiss", "Loving You" and "Stout Hearted Men" my usual good humor has returned.
I took my wife to see that show at Lincoln Center one year and it was excellent, especially "Lover Come Back To Me". Why isn't music with harmony written any more?

Posted by Buckles at 3/21/2006 12:28:00 AM

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

So glad you are feeling better. Your're well being affects all of us on this BLOG.
On a positive note...no one can say you are full of sh.. today!
cc

21 March, 2006 08:05
Anonymous said...

Corn Starch works wonders for heat rash Buckles. I always used it on the babys. I use your Blog to limber up my hands early in the morning. Beats pain pills. Except to the readers when I goof up. Human were not built to live so long. Who said"Old age is not for sissys" Betty Davis I think.

21 March, 2006 08:05
Anonymous said...

Bet you felt great before you went for test!! As long as a person has insurance they will be tested until they find something to treat to make that god all mighty dollar. My town has nothing but fast food outlets and the hospital. Its a toss up as to which makes you sicker and where you can get a job. Keeps the economy going. Funeral parlors are the next best business as are the cemateries

21 March, 2006 08:59
Buckles said...

If I had my life to live over I would go into the baby supply business.
I'm sure we have at least $5,000 invested in Baby Kay most of which she outgrows almost immediately
I shudder to think of the day when she gets a little older and approaches her grandmother in dire need of things she can't live another day without.

21 March, 2006 09:19
Anonymous said...

Someone told me last year that I spend more on my pet when it dies then she has spent for the whole life of her pet. It is amazing how babys and pets who can not talk acumalate the stuff they can not ask for. They can not even go shopping. People comment on how fat their pets get. Pets don't buy the treats. Pets can not open cans. Baby Kay is a very lucky Baby to have such a loving family.

21 March, 2006 09:40
Anonymous said...

I just made myself cry. I have three large boxes of pet clothing. My three original pets each had Motor cycle jackets [$50]each. Fleese lined denim jackets. Camafloge hunting jackets. Yellow rain slickers, The list goes on. I have these things. Beautiful life size pictures. I would give anything and everything to have these pets back to hug and spend the day with just one more time.

21 March, 2006 10:04
Buckles said...

My saga at the Hospital began when I visited my regular Doctor a few weeks ago and without so much as a Hello he started reaching for the box of rubber gloves. After I dropped my pants he said "Wild Thing!" and noticing my puzzled expression explained that it was a term used in the 1960's for those who didn't wear underwear since it has been excluded from the Hippie dress code.
He had assumed that I had been among their number and to think that after all these years I thought that a Wild Thing was the member of a Motorcycle Gang.

21 March, 2006 11:02
Anonymous said...

See! We learn something new everyday. I use rubber gloves daily to express anal glanes when grooming pets. I will always think of Buckles now when I put a pair on. My x had tatoo put on his body by a member of the motorcycle gang. Sons Of Silence. They thought he was a brain surgern. he never corrected them. The artist had been in prison for 10 years for murder. His brother was the chief of police in Honalolo[?]Hawiei. I did not believe this story until the Chief sent me a huge box of everthing made with macadania nuts from Hawiei.My x could not be a member of a gang as he had to have his Summer leathers in Brown and Black. Also Winter leathers in those colors. His bike even had cruse control. And he could not stand being dirty. He was also an x Marine. The only thing I got from all this was a pair of Harly gloves with the fingers missing. They worked very well because of my long fingernails. I swear men go through a change everytime a Zero is added to their age. 30, 40, 50, 60. I really ment for this to be an e-mail to High Beams. Don't want to retype it.

21 March, 2006 11:47
Anonymous said...

Dear 'Wild Thing'...

I remember my first costume fitting as a First of May on the Red in 73. I was sent to wardrobe to see Mel... a wonderful cherub with pins in his mouth and a tape measure around his neck. "Go take off your shirt and pants and I'll be right with you." I did as I was asked and when Mel turned around again he let our a blood curdling scream. Soon he was joined by Don Foote, Richard Barstow, Bill and Jerry, and of course Bob Dover. I too was a 'free-baller' and I guess the sight was a little too much for poor Mel. They all stood there looking at me like I was an oil painting... finally without saying a word they turned and left.

From then on I was referred to as "the sister from California" and somehow I remained a featured dancer for the entire time I was with the show...

21 March, 2006 18:47
Anonymous said...

Being fitted for Riding Britches was a real shock. I was very young and dumb. The tailor in Chicago had his hands all over me. Pins every where. I did learn an expresion for men being fitted for trousers. : Do you dress on the left or right?: When it was explained to me I almost died of embessement[?] Now a days I would welcome a fitting.

22 March, 2006 07:26
Anonymous said...

Do you dress on the left or right?:

That question never came up on the Red Unit. All the men put their rolled hotel towels in the middle. 'Padding your basket' was an art form in those days.

22 March, 2006 13:57
GaryHill said...

It would be like wearing a cod piece! I'm not on my puter as it is in the shop for repair but I had to come down to my brothers house to get caught up! Cozumel was a blast!

22 March, 2006 16:31
Anonymous said...

I love Clownrons Comment. Where else but the circus would you strip without question. If you had hangups you were in the wrong business. Having been raised in a Methodist Orphanage I had a lot of hangups about the human body. The circus taught me how beautiful it could be no matter the shape or size. Beads and Spangles evens the playing field under the tent.

23 March, 2006 08:50
GaryHill said...

When I need to be checked for the old prostate I try to find one of them little chinese doctors with skinny little fingers! Not so last time, some big old black guy with hands like a catchers mit smiles and says hold on!

24 March, 2006 14:59

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