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Plaquenil Farts and a Hooker Bra

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Word on the street is that there is an unusually high smog alert over New York City. Yea, I apologize.  It is my fault. I’ve got the plaquenil farts again.  When the carbon monoxide detector goes off in the neighboring buildings I will not apologize.  I will deny any doing or knowledge.  As of late, compliments of finally getting my health insurance reinstated (though, the dental and vision are still being hijacked by bureaucracy), my days have been filling up with doctor’s appointments and the gremlin bottles have been multiplying on my dresser.  I haven’t even spilled any water, as of late.  Though, give that five minutes as I’ve got a bottle of seltzer calling my name.  Those bitches always bathe my carpet, bed, and me before settling down.  You would think there would be a better way to open them . . .I wonder if getting a boyfriend to open them would make things less wet? Oh wait, would need a boyfriend first.  Though, I have dude...

Fading Off for the Night

One of my friends pondered if she could run around hitting people with a stick and yelling "It doesn't matter, it happened in the past."  I responded, in kind, with "If you wanna end up in the nuthouse pokey, sure."  Well, I'm not intending to run around with sticks, but the events of today are slipping into the past.  A crazy start, and a nice ending. The day started with a 25 mile commute turning into two hours.  Fun.  Two exits of the LIE were shut down, from an accident, and an investigation had to ensue.  Yup, someone died on the roadway.  I sent emails to a couple of students, while I sat in idle traffic, and got the class to start the quiz before I got there.  Slightly odd, but nerve wracking as I was supposed to be evaluated this morning.  My department chair was also trapped in said traffic, so we met for lunch and then he came to my last class of the day.  None-the-less, I was still nervous about the whole eval.  Turns o...

Gremlins

Since a week can't go by without me shelling out hard earned dough as co-pays, I went back to the lady parts doctor this week.  Ironically, it was the day that in class I shirked from a spider.  As I protected myself with the podium and told my underclassmen to "kill that thing, don't hold back," several students laughed.  Several weeks ago something similar occurred, and they got to learn that in my youth my brother put spiders in my sock drawer.  Thirty-some years later that is almost funny.  Well, my students said I should lead them and how would they not be afraid with me showing my fear.  We chuckled, and I told them to "do what I say and not what I do." Ha! None-the-less, in the thread of leading--and as I said on my Facebook status while at the gyno's office--ladies should go see their lady parts doctors.  So why was I back two weeks after my annual? My Pap was clear, no HPV . . . cysts, that's what.  There's one sitting at 4.9 on my l...