Don’t you just love American medicine. They take no risks and put you in for every chargeable item. Final Xray shows no problem – my legs not split open. What amazes me though is that my doctor has never once looked at or groped by knee or leg – not that it would particularly turn me on – but you would think he’d have checked it out rather than just relying on CT scans and Xrays. The other thing that concerns me is that twice I’ve mentioned my concern as to whether my bones are weak or brittle. Then quite by accident I come across the CT scan radiologist report on the pretty pictures disc and see he says I have generalised osteopenia, whatever that is. You’d think the sawbones would have picked up on that. Perhaps he’s never bothered to read that report.
One of the many pluses of American health service is that every X-ray or CT scan they give you a DVD with the pretty pictures on. If you read the CT scan with the available software then you can create several amazing videos with rotating images of your leg. Impressive.
Hal and Carol come around for afternoon tea, as going over to Carols for dinner would mean Beatrix being up too late. Then it’s a quiet night in.
Fiona and I manage to drink some wine.
In the evening we all go out for a family anniversary dinner to the Windy Ridge Cafe. Their Macaroni Cheese with White cheddar, mozzarella, smoky bacon, scallion, garlic-herb bread crumbs is to die for. Wendy needs to get the recipe.
Fiona and I manage to drink some wine.
After 40+ years of marriage it’s amazing how husbands manage to still live life on the edge and antagonise their wives, with all the tact and decorum of a pyscopath with tourettes. Comments like:
Wife: “What do you think to my dress?”.
Husband: “Hmm… Like the dress but it makes you look old”.
Wife: “How do you like my hair done this way?”.
Husband: “Yes ok, but it shows too much of your face”.
Wendy takes the kids up to PCMR so the kids can take Jasper skiing.
I go shooting with Joe. Try a 38 magnum for a change – big bullets. Still prefer Joes 9mm, I can get quite a good grouping with it.Joe drops me off at PCMR base and I meet the kids in the restaurant as they’ve just finished skiing. They’ve had a few runs down First Time, then the annual family ski race – resurrected from when Kurt was a kid and always won the annual prize, now it’s Jasper’s turn. Surprise, surprise Jasper wins. Then they have a run down Home run by which time Jaspers tired.
When they get back we have the gold medal presentation ceremony for Jasper and he wins a snow globe. He’s really excited and we’re all so proud of him. Those extra lessons in Manchester were worth every penny.
Wendy, Beatrix and I catch the bus home.
Quiet boozy evening in for Wendy and I. Fiona and I manage to drink some wine. Then Fiona and Kurt go out for dinner at the Boneyard. They manage a few drinks but don’t like the look of the pizzas so bring a Dominos pizza home – boring married couple just not used to the luxury of being able to go out together.
Lazy morning in for me doing some French, whilst they have a walk in the rain to Starbucks – oh how the other half live.
I meanwhile have the usual crap to deal with in trying to get invoices and receipts out of Intermountain hospital. I’ve tried to pay it all off on my credit card so that they don’t get arsed around by Axa, but really start to wonder why I bother. Next on the craplist to deal with is Axa. Why haven’t they contacted me to sort return flights out? Just another oneof the daily helping of crap, incompetence and SNAFU’s I have to deal with. We have Apple software that’s caught the microsoft screw-up virus these days and then you have any major organisation that you have to deal with that is staffed by numpties who can’t even do the single simple task they’ve been given. The rise of the call centre and the demise of customer service.
In the evening we’re off to Fireside dinning to celebrate our anniversary with Bob and Marilyn. Awesome food, help yourself, great choice just end up bloated though. A great dinning experience but I think we prefer the Blue Boar overall – similar price and quality but you don’t get overstuffed.
It’s a quiet night in so we belatedly celebrate our wedding anniversary with a bottle of Wilson Creek almond flavoured champagne. Even Wendy likes it. That daughter-in-law of mine is definitely a bad influence on my drinking.
To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine and those who don’t and are always seen with a bottle of water in their hand, Ben Franklin said:
“In wine there is wisdom, In beer there is freedom, In water there is bacteria.”
In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E.. Coli) – bacteria found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop annually.
However, We do NOT run that risk when drinking wine and beer (or rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and fermenting.
Water = Poop,
Wine = Health
Therefore, it’s better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.
BOTH THE HOUSE, SENATE, Parliament and house of lords DRINK A LOT OF WATER WHILE IN SESSION.
THIS EXPLAINS THE RESULTS THEREIN . . . .
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information, I’m doing it as a public service.
Is islam a threat to Christians?
Islam is a threat to Christians, for it mandates that they must either convert to Islam, submit to Islamic hegemony, or be killed – the same triple choice offered to the Jews. The Christian communities of the Middle East, some of which dated back to the time of Christ, were decimated, as jihad groups targeted Christians wholesale as symbols of the hated U.S. and West.
Quran (9:29) – “Fight those who believe not in Allah nor the Last Day, nor hold that forbidden which hath been forbidden by Allah and His Messenger, nor acknowledge the religion of Truth, (even if they are) of the People of the Book, until they pay the Jizya with willing submission, and feel themselves subdued.” “People of the Book” refers to Christians and Jews. According to this verse, they are to be violently subjugated, with the sole justification being their religious status. Verse 9:33 tells Muslims that Allah has charted them to make Islam “superior over all religions.” This chapter was one of the final “revelations” from Allah and it set in motion the tenacious military expansion, in which Muhammad’s companions managed to conquer two-thirds of the Christian world in the next 100 years. Islam is intended to dominate all other people and faiths.
Quran (5:51): “O you who believe! do not take the Jews and the Christians for friends; they are friends of each other; and whoever amongst you takes them for a friend, then surely he is one of them; surely Allah does not guide the unjust people.”
Quran (9:30): “And the Jews say: Ezra is the son of Allah; and the Christians say: The Messiah is the son of Allah; these are the words of their mouths; they imitate the saying of those who disbelieved before; may Allah destroy them; how they are turned away!”
The World over Christians are being persecuted and killed by muslims and yet no one dare mention it. Even the pope, who’s now given up the belief in hell, doesn’t take up the cudgels against this systematic theocide, especially in the middle east.
Kids all go skiing, despite the snow, Jasper seems to relish skiing in the snow. Goes down with mouth open, like a whale scooping up, plankton.
Jasper’s really in his element skiing. Goes off like a rocket. Gets off First Time lift and off he ski’s like a rocket, no poles to worry about, so parents have a job to catch up with him. He looks oh so relaxed and enjoys it.In the afternoon Wendy and I go to an Apres ski party for ski leaders only. Free Margaritas – quite surprised they’re quite pleasant, apparently these are made with beer – along with Brats and burgers. All provided by the sports club as a thank you. Pretty good food and as it’s ski leaders only there’s not too many so it’s quite convivial.
Quiet evening in. Wendy has dinner back home as she’s not enamoured with Brats and Burgers.
Well trying to think of something for the wave of life can be a tad difficult when you’ve got a broken tibia thanks to a scumboarder; you’ve missed the chance to ski with Jasper; sensibly it is really time to hang up my skis, especially when you read of comments like “generalised osteopenia” in a radiologist report.
But there are things to celebrate:
50+ years of great skiing.
Awesome friends out here in PC.
Fantastic social life here in PC.
At least this break should heal and I’ll be able to do other activities. It could have been worse.
Makes me stop and think but who knows what to believe these days.
Then in the evening we go out to the Boneyard with friends for a farewell dinner. Then afterwards we all troop round to Bobs for Irish Car Bombs. As Kurt said what are all you old farts behaving like underage teenagers for. Yes, we may be geriatrics but in our minds we’re all teenagers. Actually the car bombs made the Guinness quite palatable. First time I’ve enjoyed Guinness. A great evening and a grand idea to finish off the ski season.
Subtle way around the PC islamophobia and free speech nazis.