It's still cold and damp so pecans are out there getting eaten by squirrels and such. A few days of sun should fix all that. I desperately need the money from this crop to buy 'dat baby something for Christmas. Not a lot, but something. Our stockings are hung by the chimney with care but still no tree. We may just do it the old fashioned way and put it up on Christmas Eve. We ain't done yet with the cleaning and organizing but it's looking 100% better. I just folded and separated some clothes that have been laying on a chair in my bedroom for a week. Underneath is a pile of summer t shirts to hide away until next May. The very LAST load of laundry from this adventure is now drying. It's been a group effort for sure.
I pray that my friend Dickey Tinkle survives and thrives following his surgery today. Prayers up people! Pancreatic cancer is serious stuff. One of the possibilities post whipple is that you become diabetic because the insulin producing organ is missing. That opens up a whole 'nother can of worms, but at least you are alive. I have known and loved many a diabetic in my day and it's a challenge to deal with a coworker when the sugar hits bottom. Some had pumps, others just ate what they wanted and tried to gauge the insulin. That normally ended in head banging and whatnot. Oone of my lab friends died a few months ago....brittle diabetic. When her sister arrived at the house she found piles and piles of Little Debbie cakes. You gotta' wanna'.
That manger is still on my mind Mary Beth. I laughed when you thought you might help to carry it and by golly it was little! It should be, because it's baby size. Not at all like that cattle trough a few weeks ago. You didn't think I was listening did ya'? One of my favorite memories is of my late Daddy coming in for Christmas breakfast in his coveralls after birthing calves. Sometimes there were chains and sometimes the cows just did their own thing. It amazed me how they all stuck together and watched over each other. There are coyotes out there that would totally eat a baby. Ewwwww.
Here's my take on the Italian sounding guy. Was it him? DNA will tell.. Ghost guns? You can't fix crazy plus smart and privileged. Sounds to me like he has daddy and momma issues. Oh, and grandpa. I am not judging but I doubt seriously that Marconi of whatever his name is has EVER gone without appropriate medical care. Rich people don't. My career as a healthcare provider began in August of the year that I graduated from UT Memphis. It was a typical core lab for what that meant at the time. Some poor schmuch on call had to get up and save people. We got your H and H and how many units you need. I have seen a lot of blood wasted because of no chain of command. It must be stored under precise conditions and returned to the blood bank if not used. Like right after the procedure.
I remember when autologous donations became a thing, mostly due to ortho procedures. It was a total pain in the butt and not really necessary because ummm...do you have a clue how much that costs? Becaue you don't trust the donor population and the testing that is performed on every single component? Puleeeeze. After RFK takes over, you might need to worry.
I'm glad I got out of the rat race when I did. At the time, I had no other choice. My license was retired and I began to use my skills in other ways. Most folks want somebody with medical experience to care for their loved ones. There is so much that goes along with being in charge of another person. I have never taken it lightly. A family with the best interest of their loved one will do that.
I have a resume. Y'all know it by heart. Spread the word ^j^
Are any you guys even reading this stuff/
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