Thursday, January 3, 2013

January 3, 2013

Just chillin' out down here at Sloan. The days are flying by! ...No they're not. But I've taken a liking to "Frasier", and have been watching a solid 2 hours of that per day. So that's cool.

Depending on the day, I'll either have a normal face or a Captain Chipmunk Cheeks look going on. Dad calls it "steroidface", thanks to a nurse uttering the phrase. It's unbelievable how meds can change your appearance even on a day to day basis.

Hopefully will be getting some strength back and feeling better heading into the weekend. Would be wonderful. Could really use the numbers to bounce up a bit early so I can get sprung from this joint. Plus, the doctors in here have to be getting tired of me...I sandbagged the psychiatrist into thinking I truly needed to have a discussion with him before revealing my underlying issue was the New York Giants. But then again, maybe it wouldn't have hurt to get my feelings about them out...

From my sources in the far north, I have ascertained a certain mutt was the subject of a bathing exercise around the 20:00 hour last night. What was once a stanky mutt is now....a slightly less stanky mutt. I'm sure she was overjoyed with the experience. She'll lay on the couch and we'll have a talk about it when I return to the homestead.

Stay well all.


  1. The shrinks in that joint have no idea what they are up against when talking to you! Keep 'em guessing just for fun. :)

    Mama Fo

  2. Psychiatric sandbagging...could grow to become a competitive sport, I'm thinking.