Dishin' It Out

When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over!!

This has been quite a week with the refrigerator escapade, our car being dented by a wayward golf ball and hubby having a fit. I think the unrest where he's working was the catalyst for his anger, and he has to decide what he wants to be when he grows up. I'm still waiting for the biopsy results on my stomach, but I've decided not to call. I figure if I'm dying, they'll let me know, and if I am, there isn't anything I can do about it. *lol*

Kelly goes for a sleep study tonight, and although it will be yet another medical bill to pay, maybe it will help the doctor figure out why his blood pressure is high, his heart goes through irregular beating periods, and he's always tired. I never knew so much could be attributed to a poor night's sleep, but evidently it can. They have medications for everything now days. How did we ever survive this far? Things to wake you up, put you to sleep, make you pee, quit peeing, curb your appetite, increase your metabolism, check your sugar. Isn't medicine just amazing. Of course you have to watch out for the side affects written in small letters on the literature or speed-read through the commercials. Instead of restless legs you can end up with a gambling problem or driving while you sleep. Most drugs seem to take on some part of your body. If a disease doesn't kill you, your medicine might.

Okay, enough of the dismal stuff. I got this little cartoon and it made me chuckle. If I could drink along with the medications I take, I might just follow the advice, but... dang! I'm alcohol free these days. I remember the good old days of Bud Light and Country Line Dancing. Oh to go back and relive it again. My boogie could use a little boot-scootin' but I fear my tush is beyond pushin'.

Have a happy weekend,
Ginger