Sorry for the light posting today. I started the day with a doctor’s appointment – for which I was late. And at which my blood pressure reached a new high – 170/118. I’d better vote early in case I have a stroke and can’t do so on election day, huh? No, I’m not being serious. Well, about the voting, at least. And even if that were my biggest priority in light of these recent health issues, Louisiana’s going to break for McCain anyway, so it’s a moot point. What really frosts me is the doctor says I need to stay off my walkstation.
I get more work done on this thing in a couple of hours than I used to all day long.
Then I get back to the office and get settled in to try to do some work, and Outlook very kindly popped up a reminder of a lunch meeting set to occur in 15 minutes. Of course the problem with working from a home office is that if I’m not in my pajamas I’m wearing scuzzy, paint-splattered, ripped jeans. So I changed and flew out the door. I’m not taking on new clients, but this is a long-standing client with a big job – I pretty much have to do it, although I’m swamped anyway and have my heart set on doing NaNoWriMo besides. Well, we’ll see… I can put in the proposal and then start the project in December, I think.
I’ve listened to talk radio on and off all day, and I keep hearing these great ads from National Right to Life with a recording of the heartbeat of a 28 day old baby. I haven’t had time to check the news (by which I mean “read blogs” – yes, I’m that partisan) but given my blood pressure that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
And yes, that’s “whinging,” not “whining.”
Have yo’ evah cornsidered takin’ some time off fum yer rantin’s an’ ravin’s an’ gittin’ outside an’ jest injoyin’ nature an’ all of God’s creashun fo’ a change? Perhaps yer high blood pressure is se’f-inflicked, honey. An’ whut’s wif th’ treadmill? God has given us all plenty of fresh air, lan’, an’ sunshine whar yo’ kin walk t’yer heart’s corntent an’ perhaps wawk off some of yer vitriol as fine as lowerin’ yer blood pressure.Eff’n yo’ve got some fine insurance now, be thankful, ah reckon. It may not be so great eff’n yer favo’ite duo lan’ the dawgoned-est manipulative jobs in th’ lan’. Yo’ll be taxed on yer benefits, an’ wif thet risin’ blood pressure of yourn, yo’ may find yo’seff “uninsurable” on account o’ all kinds of other nasty thin’s tend t’accompenny high blood pressure. But of course, yo’ve got God on yer side – an’ eff’n he be hankerin’ yo’ t’have an aneurism o’ stroke, he’ll git ya one way o’ t’other. ah reckon a simple answer is t’take some time off fum yer obsessive reckonin’. It’s pow’ful gittin’ t’yo’, honey pot.
[Comment converted to Redneck with The Dialectizer because puhLEEZ called me "honey pot." PuhLEEZ, if you want to argue a point, argue it, but a) I certainly never blamed politics for my high blood pressure so that's a rather ridiculous straw man on your part. And b) you're ignorant (literally) of both my health issues and thought processes so thanks very much for your interest and diagnosis, but no thanks, troll. If you can't be civil, you'll be banned. - Laura]
I started reading that comment and thought … okay either someone is doing a very offensive southern black imitation or a very offensive Louisiana imitation! LOL When I got to the bottom and saw you had altered what they said with that site … I about fell out!
It’s good medicine for trolls.
I’m perfectly content to be disagreed with – just not in a rude, personal fashion.
I hear you there! I will tell anyone who comments on my site … You can disagree with me, you can agree with whomever I am disagreeing with, but you are to use the manners your momma gave you and calling me names is a no-no.