elvis was a hero to most. elvis was a hero to most. i said elvis was a hero to most but he never meant shit to me, you see...

FUCK THIS CRAP!

TO HELL WITH IT ALL!

AND ABOVE ALL, SUPER SELF IMPORTANT OCHSNER AND SEARS EYE DOCTORS!

KISS MY ASS! WHO THE HELL HAS HOURS FROM 11-2:30, T-TH!?!

HEARTLESS SELFISH SENSELESS BASTARDS!

I HOPE YOU DIE OF THE WORST DISEASE THAT ONE OF YOUR PATIENTS HAS.

TOO DAMN GOOD TO SPEND FIVE MINUTES ON THE PHONE WITH A LONG TIME PATIENT THAT IS SCARED TO DEATH OVER SOMETHING THAT IS HAPPENING TO HIM.

DON'T BOTHER THOUGH. LET YOUR HALLWAY ASSISTANT BLURT OUT BLAH-BLAH-BLATHER TRYING TO MAKE EXCUSES AS TO WHY YOU ARE SUCH A JERKOFF! ACT ALL PALLY-FRIEND WHEN PASSING IN THE HALL THEN "WOW, I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU." (suprised Seth Rogan face)

FUCK ALL OF YOU!

ALL DOCTORS SHOULD TAKE THIS ONE NOTE TO HEART;

DUMBASS, YOUR PATIENTS ARE, in most cases, SCARED AND KNOW NOTHING LIKE YOU DO ABOUT THE FIELD THAT YOU ARE IN. YET YOU STRUT ABOUT, SELF IMPORTANT IN YOUR LAB COAT AND LAPTOP. PUT YOURSELF IN YOUR PATIENTS SHOES. THEY ARE TERRIFIED AND ARE DEPENDING ON HELP FROM YOU. AND WHEN YOU CAN'T TAKE FIVE FUCKING MINUTES TO TALK TO THEM AND SOOTHE THEIR FEARS THEN YOU ARE NOT WORTH THE PAPER YOUR GOD DAMN LICENSE IS STAMPED ON! HIPOCRATES!?! HELL NO! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A STINKING HIPPOCRITE!

I swear by Apollo the Physician and Asclepius and Hygieia and Panaceia and all the gods, and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will fulfill according to my ability and judgment this oath and this covenant:

To hold him who has taught me this art as equal to my parents and to live my life in partnership with him, and if he is in need of money to give him a share of mine, and to regard his offspring as equal to my brothers in male lineage and to teach them this art–if they desire to learn it–without fee and covenant; to give a share of precepts and oral instruction and all the other learning to my sons and to the sons of him who has instructed me and to pupils who have signed the covenant and have taken the oath according to medical law, but to no one else.

I will apply dietic measures for the benefit of the sick according to my ability and judgment; I will keep them from harm and injustice.

I will neither give a deadly drug to anybody if asked for it, nor will I make a suggestion to this effect. Similarly I will not give to a woman an abortive remedy. In purity and holiness I will guard my life and my art.

I will not use the knife, not even on sufferers from stone, but will withdraw in favor of such men as are engaged in this work.

Whatever houses I may visit, I will come for the benefit of the sick, remaining free of all intentional injustice, of all mischief and in particular of sexual relations with both female and male persons, be they free or slaves.

What I may see or hear in the course of treatment or even outside of the treatment in regard to the life of men, which on no account one must spread abroad, I will keep myself holding such things shameful to be spoken about.

If I fulfill this oath and do not violate it, may it be granted to me to enjoy life and art, being honored with fame among all men for all time to come; if I transgress it and swear falsely, may the opposite of all this be my lot.

Now it's off my chest...

Well the Wheel In the Sky Keeps on BURNING...

SO, I call the Eye Doctor-Wizard's office on the Shore of the North roun' Covington Glade.

I use the number to contact her that is printed on the card of her practice. As the number is for her hut of the 985, this is the one that I give communication. Speaking to the Sprite who assists my Wizard, I give detailed words describing my malady. Amidst "oooh"s and "ahhh"s, the Sprite was very sympathetic and assured me that the Wizard would get the message.

The following morn, after hearing naught from the Wizard, I called again to the hut of the 985. Except this time I was greeted by a Troll who could only tell me that the Wizard came only twice a month; (Poor Wizard!); She would give me the number of the hut of the 504 and I was to display my problems to her there. I did not take the number because my marrow had been piffed!

The wizards card gave a 985 hut; NOT a 504 hut. Should she have wanted me to contact the 504 hut, she would have given the 504 hut number. METHINKS, that this be the recepTroll's attempt to bosh off some of it's responsibility. Right. 

Tuesday, next, canna come to quickly for my sake.  

The Doctor/Wizard is aloft in her castle in the clouds. What she does up there, none but her minions know. But it is my task only to wait for her to return to her 985 hut. There, I shall pounce upon the words of the recepTroll and dash them to the stones as the falsehoods that they are. We shall see...

In the meantime, the Sprites plan their revenge! HA! The secret of

the PRISM is revealed! Had I worn it any longer, my teeth would have begun to turn into "regular startlers" Oh my Lord!

HA! Pterodactyl Video WON'T LOAD! DAMMIT!

Be Careful What You Wish For...

Well, Johnny went on his first ride last night. 7 to 7 shift - night watch. Before I passed out in a fit of double vision, I said a prayer to God that he protect and watch obver my son; And that he brings comfort to Allison as she tries to sleep on his first night out.

Now, I am becoming more and more disgusted with my eyesight. Never ever will I take for granted the sight that God gave me. Never will I look with pity at a sightless person. Just the inconvenience of double vision that cruelly stuck a knife in me by playing it's game. Stop taking the medicine that obviously messes up the vison and it gives me two days of inprovement. This, naturally, allows me to gloat and think that I've got it beat! No. No. No. IT RETURNS! Even my pupils are CROOKED! Bastards! Cheats! Me = ANGRY - PISSED - CONFUSED - FRUSTRATED! And everyone around me has to be sick and fucking tired of my consistent whining and crying over what the Hell is hapening. SO, Idiot boy will go to Ochsner on Monday morning and get the damn blood test and listen to the doctor and see what the Hell happens. I can only say that my behavior up to this point can only earn that famous retort and tongue lashing from that world famous bunny...

"WHAT A MAROON!"

                      by Bugs Bunny

Eye feel like eye am floating between here and there... fresh bones.

That means that my grammar is screwy on purpose. My own language. Words of which consist of rizzle; fluck and raisiload. Some know and some don't. But to get back to the original thesis topic... Eye. or Eyes. Mine, to be exact.

Started taking an accelerated dose of Bentyl about four or five weeks ago. From my 10 mg capsule taken as needed, to up to as many as 4 20 mg tablets a day, every day. Well, I started with two; one in the  AM and one at bedtime. Instant dizziness and nausea, so I backed down to one at bedtime. That seemed to work.

Then, about three weeks ago the double vision started. It came to me while taking the morning chemicals that on the side of the suspect med bottle it said, "CAUTION - MAY CAUSE BLURRED VISION" SO, I stopped taking it and called the doctor. doctor's nurse called back and said "Oh no. The meds have nothing to do with your vision problem." Hmmm. "Double vision ans blurred vision are two different things". So there.

A funny thing happened on the way to the shop the next day. I could see better. And even better today. Small increments, but by Monday, I'm expecting even better, if not a full return to normal. But for now, I'll just wait and pray that it continues to rock and roll.

To Protect and Serve...

So here we are. After a grueling several months in the grind of the  Police Academy; passing a battery of tests, both mental and physical. John has become what he promised... A Kenner Police Officer. And I have no doubt he will be a fine one, at that. His dedication and concentration were second to none that I could see during the boot camp training sessions.

But I have one thing to pass on to him that always raises it's head in any man's career. The lucky ones that are void of the experience of wrestling with this demon just don't feel all the challenges that life has to offer.

He stands for good and just. But the element he will be fighting; and that's exactly what I mean, fighting; will always be looking for a way around to the back door. These people will be trying to make you commit the one thing that no man should ever do, although many do. Especially public servants, as it is so easy to be tempted when you're in a job with long hours, low pay and not very much public appreciation. You go from hero to goat in zero. Pull the injured man from the twisted wreckage of a car seconds before it burns and you are the hero. But give that same man a traffic citation for blowing through a school zone at 40 MPH and you are a goat; a son-of-a-bitch who is screwing him over looking to make your "ticket quota".

So here's the whole ball of wax in one sentence. Never, ever compromise your integrity.

It may never approach you and you might never have to make "that" decision. But to compromise your integrity just one time means that the person to whom you open yourself up, has you for the rest of your life. Think about that. The rest of your life. That's a long time, hopefully. And for those readers who are clueless to what I'm saying here, I'm talking about taking any form of compensation for preferential treatment. Cash for looking the other way. Bribes.

Once you take it, they've got you. Then, when you least expect it, they're back at your door, expecting more. And then you're in the trap. You warn them and tell them that this is the "last time". But as you lie in bed at night you're a slave to the wonder of just when they'll be back and what they'll want then.

There's only one answer to that person any and every time they open the door and that is a resounding "NO". No matter how bad it is, no matter who it is. Always say no. Because to compromise your integrity means to compromise your soul. As that is what they will take from you. And to get your soul back, the price will be dear to pay. The career you've worked so hard for? Not worth it.

So I leave you with my congratulations, again. You've done something that not many men or women can do. You've taken on the mantle of protector of the public. You are the greatest, John. Your accomplishment is paramount to anything anyone could ever do. I stand proud of you... Dad

Can you say cliche'?

Feeling down 'n' dirty, feeling kinda mean

I've been from one to another extreme

This time I had a good time, ain't got time to wait

I wanna stick around till I can't see straight

 

Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My double vision gets the best of me

Never do more than I, I really need
My mind is racing, but my body's in the lead
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna push it to the limit
I live all of my years in a single minute

Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My double vision always seems to get the best of me, the best of me, yeah-ah

Ooh, double vision, I need my double vision
Ooh, It takes me out of my head, takin' me out of my head
Ooh, I get my double vision
Ooh, seeing double double, double vision
Ooh, oh my double vision
Ooh, double vision
Yeah-ah, I get double vision, ooh . . .

Foreigner...

Ninety minutes in an MRI; head collar; contrast injection! Am I just a bit grumpy? Damn right! And I still have the stinking double vision! Hard to drive eat type drink and everything! Crap! I have to take my glasses off and get real close to type, then look close at the screen to see if I got it right. Makes me want to just stay away from the machine. But then the muse gets no satisfaction and pummels away at the inside of my skull. Maybe she'll kick the double vision's ass?