Another trip to the Doctor today. Same O, same O. O hell! I changed my mind, strike what I just said from your mind!
I seem to be in a relaxed mood, but nothing's, not dropping from, me mind. I watched a couple episodes of Naked and Afraid. My question is . . . who in their right fricking mind, would want to do this? I reckon that sums up MORE STUPID PEOPLE!!!
Damn, if I don't come up with a little something I'll just go to bed. The thing about the meds I take is, I have to take supplements like iron, potassium, and such because the meds I'm on for high blood pressure, four to be exact, and the maximum amount on each. The Doctor told me "You take enough Blood pressure pills to put down a mule!"
That in itself is funny only because I brought my dad home 30 years ago from the big city hospital after a procedure, it was then that Doctor said "I give him enough medicine to put down a mule!" Funny thing though I made a wrong turn and got lost, here we thought he was sleeping, nope, my dad said, "go up here and make a right" he was fully alert!!!
My Doctor said "I'll put you on another one. but I've never had to place, no one on that much medicine before!"
I said "no that's enough, I'm not taking any more!"
This last visit was 145/80, about normal for me.
What did people do many years, before them blood pressure monitors, and all the modern medicines? Died most likely, what do you think?
I purchased my own blood pressure monitor, after getting used to it I take it with me to the Doctor and check it before going in. It would run about 10 points lower than his. I believe it elevates because I absolutely hate to wait, and sure as hell don't like going to the Doctor!!!
I had one of them procedures where they cut into the main artery in your leg and run one of them scopes up to check for blockage in your kidneys and heart and they show no blockage. They keep you awake during this procedure. The reason I'm telling you this is, my blood pressure was fine before the procedure, then they give me a small dose of valium, if me mind remembers correctly. It stayed down before, during, and after this catheterization, if I remember the name of this procedure correctly.
We are all different. I ask me Doctor to prescribe me the lowest dosage of something like a sedative, I know for a fact I'm one of them high strung individuals. He would not. That's the time he said "you take enough meds to put down a mule!"
All I can say to that is, when I'm within my safety zone, I'm good, but when I'm out of that, I'm not! The older I get, the harder it becomes to stay within myself.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Take me higher.
As I sit here in the darkness of the night, I think of all things, yet nothing. I feel at home here. My little world, is all mine. The hustle frenzy of all things bad, disappear, if only for a little while. I feel safe. My world is a kindler, gentler world. A world full of imagination, where all things are possible. My dreams take me higher, to places unimaginable in my daily mind. The daily, have to grind, destroys me to the bones of my soul, for it is not me, and whom, I am. I force myself to exist, barely in a world I wish no part of. Why attempt to conquer the impossibility of living in that arena? I know not why, but find solace of soul in part of my existence, is better than none. To dream even a tad is life's healing force, there I experience the emotions unfound in the real reality of a world, that's unfulfilling, for a wonderer, with a wanderer of many souls, that attempt to live in me.
If not for the security of the darkness hours, the realization that all things are indeed possible, if only in my imagination, and in the completeness of my dreams I surely should wish to go to the next new beginning that comes only after the last breath of life no matter what lies beyond!
If not for the security of the darkness hours, the realization that all things are indeed possible, if only in my imagination, and in the completeness of my dreams I surely should wish to go to the next new beginning that comes only after the last breath of life no matter what lies beyond!
Thinkin'!!!
Hello, my name is Glen, and this is where I have nightly fun, giving my opinions, my attempt at
humor, my rants, my innermost thoughts, my view. That's why it's called GlenView. I start off with absolutely nothing on my mind. I learned that from my dear old mother!
I made the mistake of asking her, on a fine summer day, as we were sitting on the front porch swinging away the day.
I said "what's on your mind" she replied "nothing."
Being the mean old son that I am, I asked again, and made a comment, I should of left it alone, but I did not! "There has to be something on your mind?"
Her reply was a little firmer, then I decided to leave it alone, "There's nothing . . . on my mind!"
Well now she apparently is not like her sonny boy, because even when my mind is slowed down it's still a churning! I sure wish, A LOT, that there was nothing on my mind! All that thinkin' wears a person out, all them questions, are hard, on an old feller. I need that energy wasted on thinkin' could be put to better use, like breathing, hearing, working and such. Serves a person no good, no how, to do a lot of thinkin'! The things I think about, are from habits trained into me over a lifetime, that no longer serves an old fool any good.
I sure don't see much thinkin' a goin' on in my daily grind, if you know what I'm sayin'! Oh my God I hope you don't! Seems to me we've become pretty much an unthinkin' society! Please tell me it's just the ramifications of an old tired soul! ((( That there ram word, be a nice long word, don't know where it come from but I like it! )))
Well I been a thinkin' upon something, every fricking time I mow the grass I get headaches, and cold like symptoms for a couple days. I read some where about allergies where your body releases something called histamines to counteract them invading invaders from them allergies, and I reckon there be a lot of things causing allergies. Well I seem to have the seasonal allergy thing, so I try to defend against them damn invaders with anti-histamines, you know prepare an army with that anti stuff, Sounded good, well doesn't seem to be a workin'! Damn it!
About eight years ago in January I had a bad allergic reaction, I had the hives and was breaking out all over. They gave me prednisone and some shots, worked real good! Never did know what caused it only had it that one time.
That prednisone was some real good stuff! Hallelujah on that! I got hooked on that stuff. I needed little sleep, and no aches, no pains.
Oh well just been doing a little thinkin' whilst I still can, and typed it as a post.
One of these days I may get the hang of this typing, posting, thinkin' thing!
humor, my rants, my innermost thoughts, my view. That's why it's called GlenView. I start off with absolutely nothing on my mind. I learned that from my dear old mother!
I made the mistake of asking her, on a fine summer day, as we were sitting on the front porch swinging away the day.
I said "what's on your mind" she replied "nothing."
Being the mean old son that I am, I asked again, and made a comment, I should of left it alone, but I did not! "There has to be something on your mind?"
Her reply was a little firmer, then I decided to leave it alone, "There's nothing . . . on my mind!"
Well now she apparently is not like her sonny boy, because even when my mind is slowed down it's still a churning! I sure wish, A LOT, that there was nothing on my mind! All that thinkin' wears a person out, all them questions, are hard, on an old feller. I need that energy wasted on thinkin' could be put to better use, like breathing, hearing, working and such. Serves a person no good, no how, to do a lot of thinkin'! The things I think about, are from habits trained into me over a lifetime, that no longer serves an old fool any good.
I sure don't see much thinkin' a goin' on in my daily grind, if you know what I'm sayin'! Oh my God I hope you don't! Seems to me we've become pretty much an unthinkin' society! Please tell me it's just the ramifications of an old tired soul! ((( That there ram word, be a nice long word, don't know where it come from but I like it! )))
Well I been a thinkin' upon something, every fricking time I mow the grass I get headaches, and cold like symptoms for a couple days. I read some where about allergies where your body releases something called histamines to counteract them invading invaders from them allergies, and I reckon there be a lot of things causing allergies. Well I seem to have the seasonal allergy thing, so I try to defend against them damn invaders with anti-histamines, you know prepare an army with that anti stuff, Sounded good, well doesn't seem to be a workin'! Damn it!
About eight years ago in January I had a bad allergic reaction, I had the hives and was breaking out all over. They gave me prednisone and some shots, worked real good! Never did know what caused it only had it that one time.
That prednisone was some real good stuff! Hallelujah on that! I got hooked on that stuff. I needed little sleep, and no aches, no pains.
Oh well just been doing a little thinkin' whilst I still can, and typed it as a post.
One of these days I may get the hang of this typing, posting, thinkin' thing!
Sunday, August 24, 2014
OOH! SHITE! (can i say that?)
I've decided to take some time off, I have three weeks of accumulated time off. If I don't use them I lose them, SO what idiot would not take time off??? This qwestion I shall get round to later IF I don't forget. Also I have accumulated the maximum amount of S. T. O.
((( STUPID TIME OFF ))) No! That don't a sound right! HEAH! If I can get some time off for that then I'll take it! OH! Sorry I mean S. T. D. I was pretty darn close, though wasn't I?
((( That means "SHORT TERM OFF FOR DICK HEADS," nooo, seems I be wrong again, in actuality it means . . . . drum roll, please . . . "SHORT TERM DISABILITY." )))
EVERYBODY knows . . . S. T. D. means something else entirely! Either that OR I'm completely NUTS!!! Please take your pick!
( Yes for those of you, new to my site, I did misspell question WRONG, butt I must warn you I sometimes do that on porpoise. It's a game I play with myself. So you'll nevur know when I do it on purpose! You must understand my mind, works along with my ears AND me ears has lost 50% of their conductivity, actually me ears don't go a ring-a ding-ding like a their suppose to. )
OH SHITE!!!! I wasn't going to go where this is going now! BUTT I'll follow the path of least resistance. USE-A them firing synapses while their a firing . . . heah?
There's times I wish I could not hear!
"WHAT! HUH! YOUR KIDDING ME!!!!"
"Nope!" There's plenty of loud noises, I have called it in the past "Noise pollution." Sounds that make my ears hurt and my adrenalin go wild!!!!
"HOW DO YOU NORMAL HEARING ONES STAND IT???"
Well-sa I had a somethun I a, was a, gonna tells ya, but a forgot a!
I decided to take some time off to do some thinkin', yep. I need to straighten my way of thinkin' up!
Because my way of thinkin' ainna, like a, them others I work with, no it ain't.
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE! I SHOULD TAKE ALL MY S. T. D. TIME OFF, WHICH IS 500 HOURS, AND GO TO A HOSPITAL WHERE I CAN BE "PROGRAMMED " TO BE JUST LIKE ALL THEM OTHERS.
Yep, I'd say "that would be the solution to all me problems! There is an old saying "if ya can't beat 'em, join em.".
THE TROUBLE IS I DON'T WANT TO BEAT 'EM, WELL THAT'S NOT TRUE SOMETIMES I WANNA BEAT THE SHITE OUT OF 'EM!!!!
I DON'T WAUNT, (yes meant to.) TO JOIN THEM! BUTT IF I CAN'T HEAR THEM AND ALL THE OTHER FUCKING NOISE POLLUTION, I WOULD BE SO MUCH HAPPIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((( STUPID TIME OFF ))) No! That don't a sound right! HEAH! If I can get some time off for that then I'll take it! OH! Sorry I mean S. T. D. I was pretty darn close, though wasn't I?
((( That means "SHORT TERM OFF FOR DICK HEADS," nooo, seems I be wrong again, in actuality it means . . . . drum roll, please . . . "SHORT TERM DISABILITY." )))
EVERYBODY knows . . . S. T. D. means something else entirely! Either that OR I'm completely NUTS!!! Please take your pick!
( Yes for those of you, new to my site, I did misspell question WRONG, butt I must warn you I sometimes do that on porpoise. It's a game I play with myself. So you'll nevur know when I do it on purpose! You must understand my mind, works along with my ears AND me ears has lost 50% of their conductivity, actually me ears don't go a ring-a ding-ding like a their suppose to. )
OH SHITE!!!! I wasn't going to go where this is going now! BUTT I'll follow the path of least resistance. USE-A them firing synapses while their a firing . . . heah?
There's times I wish I could not hear!
"WHAT! HUH! YOUR KIDDING ME!!!!"
"Nope!" There's plenty of loud noises, I have called it in the past "Noise pollution." Sounds that make my ears hurt and my adrenalin go wild!!!!
"HOW DO YOU NORMAL HEARING ONES STAND IT???"
Well-sa I had a somethun I a, was a, gonna tells ya, but a forgot a!
I decided to take some time off to do some thinkin', yep. I need to straighten my way of thinkin' up!
Because my way of thinkin' ainna, like a, them others I work with, no it ain't.
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE! I SHOULD TAKE ALL MY S. T. D. TIME OFF, WHICH IS 500 HOURS, AND GO TO A HOSPITAL WHERE I CAN BE "PROGRAMMED " TO BE JUST LIKE ALL THEM OTHERS.
Yep, I'd say "that would be the solution to all me problems! There is an old saying "if ya can't beat 'em, join em.".
THE TROUBLE IS I DON'T WANT TO BEAT 'EM, WELL THAT'S NOT TRUE SOMETIMES I WANNA BEAT THE SHITE OUT OF 'EM!!!!
I DON'T WAUNT, (yes meant to.) TO JOIN THEM! BUTT IF I CAN'T HEAR THEM AND ALL THE OTHER FUCKING NOISE POLLUTION, I WOULD BE SO MUCH HAPPIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
ECSTATIC
IT'S . . . Freaking . . . Friday! My favoritiesest . . . time of the whole fricking week, BECAUSE I have two days off ya see! Come on pleeaassee tell me, you UNDERSTAND!?!? I canna, do a, anything I wanna at this moment. Please hold . . . I gotta, go a, you know. Old bladder.
Well! I do reckon me body, is telling me, who is in charge! heah?
Now that we have established that, maybe I can move on, to something else, while the feel goods, is still lingering. I could not help myself, I stopped at my new fav Convenient Store, yep there's a new one on the way to work, just off the interstate. Got me a shot of caffeine as in a sodie-pop, and a reese's cup, I got to have me peanut butter, and chocolate! Medicine for my heart, ya see! The caffeine keeps my heart in a right nice rhythm, and the peanut butter and chocolate . . . well just so fricking goood, I can't help it!!! I have cut way back on the caffeine. Just a drop in the bucket compared to these lightning strikes in a can these young-uns consume!!! My fav drink has 35 mg's of caffeine per 12 ounces. What is the exact word here, for them loaded, super, duper, caffeine, shot gun blast, as in 12 gauge shotgun, in a can??? I don't think I can describe it!!!
Man . . . I'd love to capture this feeling at this moment, and put it in a bottle! What would I call it?
VIAGRA, no that's taken. It does however capture the bare, foundation of . . . a kind of high. ya know!
EUPHORIA, Yep I do like that! Is that like ecstasy? OH SHITE!!! I may have opened up a can of worms on that one!
In the olden days before ECSTASY, a drug used that combines, stimulants, and psychedelics popular today.
I had the word ECSTATIC in mind. That's a nice word simply meaning feeling good, a natural, no pill kind a thing, just like the good feeling of getting out of jail, I mean work on a Friday night!
Well! I do reckon me body, is telling me, who is in charge! heah?
Now that we have established that, maybe I can move on, to something else, while the feel goods, is still lingering. I could not help myself, I stopped at my new fav Convenient Store, yep there's a new one on the way to work, just off the interstate. Got me a shot of caffeine as in a sodie-pop, and a reese's cup, I got to have me peanut butter, and chocolate! Medicine for my heart, ya see! The caffeine keeps my heart in a right nice rhythm, and the peanut butter and chocolate . . . well just so fricking goood, I can't help it!!! I have cut way back on the caffeine. Just a drop in the bucket compared to these lightning strikes in a can these young-uns consume!!! My fav drink has 35 mg's of caffeine per 12 ounces. What is the exact word here, for them loaded, super, duper, caffeine, shot gun blast, as in 12 gauge shotgun, in a can??? I don't think I can describe it!!!
Man . . . I'd love to capture this feeling at this moment, and put it in a bottle! What would I call it?
VIAGRA, no that's taken. It does however capture the bare, foundation of . . . a kind of high. ya know!
EUPHORIA, Yep I do like that! Is that like ecstasy? OH SHITE!!! I may have opened up a can of worms on that one!
In the olden days before ECSTASY, a drug used that combines, stimulants, and psychedelics popular today.
I had the word ECSTATIC in mind. That's a nice word simply meaning feeling good, a natural, no pill kind a thing, just like the good feeling of getting out of jail, I mean work on a Friday night!
Friday, August 22, 2014
A REASON
I need a reason, to place my feet solidly on the ice cold floor, during each hot, August morn
For, I do mourn, every morn, I know not why
Always. . . been, this way
Why?
Feelings
Can't shake 'em
What, others cannot see
In front of their nose
Don't . . . or won't
The scent is sight-fully true
Easier, to . . . ignore
Truth digests, too mournfully
What to do
Do nothing, it'll recede
Be lost at sea
One tiny droplet
Forever gone
Forever . . . is only, a little while
Then returns, as a big wave
The answer my friends, not blowin', in the wind, it's installing radiant heating, so when yer feet hit the floor, they be toasty ass warm, whether a hot August morn, or a -10 January!!!!!
For, I do mourn, every morn, I know not why
Always. . . been, this way
Why?
Feelings
Can't shake 'em
What, others cannot see
In front of their nose
Don't . . . or won't
The scent is sight-fully true
Easier, to . . . ignore
Truth digests, too mournfully
What to do
Do nothing, it'll recede
Be lost at sea
One tiny droplet
Forever gone
Forever . . . is only, a little while
Then returns, as a big wave
The answer my friends, not blowin', in the wind, it's installing radiant heating, so when yer feet hit the floor, they be toasty ass warm, whether a hot August morn, or a -10 January!!!!!
Thursday, August 21, 2014
The Toll Of Life?
Life's toll, has taken its toll!
What is, the cost of living daily?
Toll of mind, body and soul.
Toll cannot be measured!
Once full of life, a mere tadpole, a searchin' for form.
Mind's a fillin' to capacity, so much to learn!
Soul forms, with all new experiences.
Girls, cars, I want it all!
College, marriage, children, grandchildren.
Bills, bills, bills, pay, pay, pay!
Where did, 40 years go?
All seems a blur!
Reminiscing a getting harder to do, minds not what it once was!
Was it worth the ride?
Never questioned the journey, seems . . . illogical!
The toll of life is real, but cannot be seen.
Not so true. We look in a mirror, "that can't be me!"
I feel as I did when I was young, with a lifetime, from a lifetime, inside, my soul my mind!
As I limp, drag, and walk away, I feel a lifetime, where time has taken a mighty toll!
I plop down into my favorite companion of many a year, my, not lazy, but tired old man recliner, sculptured by time, my newest dog, of, so many, I can no longer remember, hops in my lap, we're down for a nap!
I could complain, it'd fill many a covers, oh is there still books to read today? I've gone the way of print, in a world full of gadgets, I don't need, nor understand anyway!!!!
Has the world changed, for the good, or bad? Ask any old-uns, they'll say the same.
Once life was a shiny new metal toy on Christmas day. I still have that toy. It reminds me of me. See here, once a bright red Fireman's Truck. It become a symbol, the reflection of me, maybe 20 years ago, pert-nert I'd, say! Rust set in, slowly ate it away! That's me. I wanna be cremated with my Fire Truck. Only seem a proper, least wise to me anyway.
"I'VE USED A WORD A MANY A TIMES, THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE, AND RHYMES WITH TRUCK! I'LL BE JUST LIKE, MY RUSTED TRUCK REAL SOON IN THAT BIG OVEN. RUST AND DUST!!!!!!"
What is, the cost of living daily?
Toll of mind, body and soul.
Toll cannot be measured!
Once full of life, a mere tadpole, a searchin' for form.
Mind's a fillin' to capacity, so much to learn!
Soul forms, with all new experiences.
Girls, cars, I want it all!
College, marriage, children, grandchildren.
Bills, bills, bills, pay, pay, pay!
Where did, 40 years go?
All seems a blur!
Reminiscing a getting harder to do, minds not what it once was!
Was it worth the ride?
Never questioned the journey, seems . . . illogical!
The toll of life is real, but cannot be seen.
Not so true. We look in a mirror, "that can't be me!"
I feel as I did when I was young, with a lifetime, from a lifetime, inside, my soul my mind!
As I limp, drag, and walk away, I feel a lifetime, where time has taken a mighty toll!
I plop down into my favorite companion of many a year, my, not lazy, but tired old man recliner, sculptured by time, my newest dog, of, so many, I can no longer remember, hops in my lap, we're down for a nap!
I could complain, it'd fill many a covers, oh is there still books to read today? I've gone the way of print, in a world full of gadgets, I don't need, nor understand anyway!!!!
Has the world changed, for the good, or bad? Ask any old-uns, they'll say the same.
Once life was a shiny new metal toy on Christmas day. I still have that toy. It reminds me of me. See here, once a bright red Fireman's Truck. It become a symbol, the reflection of me, maybe 20 years ago, pert-nert I'd, say! Rust set in, slowly ate it away! That's me. I wanna be cremated with my Fire Truck. Only seem a proper, least wise to me anyway.
"I'VE USED A WORD A MANY A TIMES, THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE, AND RHYMES WITH TRUCK! I'LL BE JUST LIKE, MY RUSTED TRUCK REAL SOON IN THAT BIG OVEN. RUST AND DUST!!!!!!"
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