Tag: Me Myself I

Personal stuff

Busted

Funny Stuff

I have always wondered why old people are always falling over and breaking hips and such.  This is because for most of my life, I’ve been quite nimble on my feet, and well-balanced to boot.

No more.

I have occasional (and mild) episodes of vertigo whereby I’ll change direction suddenly and stagger a little (no more) in my original direction.  Worse, though, is I seem to have lost my balance and therefore my ability to keep on my feet when tripping, and — given my now-extensive tonnage — I fall to the floor like a sack of rocks.

Which is what happened to me the night before last.  Coming out of a bathroom, I tripped and fell — HARD — onto our uncarpeted floor, landing squarely on my left hip.

Ouch. Fucking ouch.

New Wife, bless her little motherly soul, was quit distraught despite my telling her that I’ve suffered worse sports injuries (true).  She packed me off to bed with Brother Tylenol ES for company, and that was that.

Nothing broken, I’m happy to report, and not even any bruising, perhaps because I immediately packed some ice onto the area.  But sitting is painful, prolonged sitting is worse, and walking after having been seated for a while is worse still.

I feel much better today than I did yesterday, though, in that I haven’t had to take any analgesics for the pain.  I had, I think, a narrow escape.

But lemme tell ya:  this getting old thing isn’t for young people.

Heartfelt Thanks

Friends and Family

I want to take a couple of inches here to thank you, O My Readers, for continuing to support this back porch of mine with your hard-earned dollars, especially in these times of Fuck Joe Biden Inflation.

Yesterday, I went over to the Sooper-Seekrit mailing address (SSMA), and found a small package from Britishland addressed to me.  Longtime Reader Mike X found he had some US$ left over from a business trip, and sent it over with the statement that it was not worth changing back into sterling, ergo why not send it to Kim, considering all the reading pleasure he’d got from my fevered scribblings over the years?  (It was not a small amount of money, by the way, and some of it was promptly exchanged for 9mm ammo at the shooting range soon thereafter;  story to follow.)

He’s not the only one.  Several of you have held your noses and added (and in some cases increased) a monthly contribution through Patreon, and I am often surprised by a random check arriving at the SSMA containing a check with a note saying something like “I just got a large bonus and thought I’d share some of it with you” which, as I said above, is no small thing during the Bidenflation Years.

One Reader actually apologized for the amount he’d sent, but confided that of late he’d been spending quite a lot on a particular woman of Ill Repute, Low Morals, Large Appetite For Liquor, and Advanced Sexual Prowess, so he couldn’t afford more.  (Hey, as long as you’re not wasting the money, Dave…)

All in all, your generosity makes this all possible and my life more bearable.  Many, many thanks.  Below are a few tokens of my appreciation.

Ugh

Health

Colonoscopy in one hour’s time for Kimmy.

Yeah, I know:  TMI.  Sometimes on this blog, ya just gotta take the rough with the smooth.

Wish me luck.

Update:  back home, all good.  The Commies are stuck with me for a while yet.

Slow News Days

Housekeeping

Now that the mid-term elections are over (no comment), the news is not only slow but boring.  That fat little swindler has been arrested, Elon’s causing all sorts of shit with Twitter (excellent)… and that’s about it.

I’ve also been laid low (again) with that same flu I had back in the fall, which means I don’t have the energy to peel a frigging banana.

Accordingly, all you will see on this website for the next couple-three days will be pics of cars, women, guns, and anything else that grabs my fleeting attention or causes an outburst of ungovernable rage.

Hmmm… okay, so pretty much as normal, except no thoughtful essays.  Whatever.