I dunno how to describe it but I haven’t felt good since before Thanksgiving.

Worn the fuck out, run down, whatever.

I probably need a few good shots of Geritol if they even still make that shit.

I’m constantly fucking tired.

All the time. I can sleep ten or twelve hours and when I wake up I wanna go back to sleep.

I fight to stay awake all day.

The Wife has been yelling at me for over a week to go see the Doctor so I finally went yesterday.

Ayep.

Pretty much a waste of time and resources.

They ask a bunch of questions, take a bunch of blood and tell ya to come back in a month.

Oh by the way, you shouldn’t have quit taking all the medications we have already prescribed for you because that is really bad, mmmmkay?

Jesus Christ.

Oh yeah, I’m a walking talking heart attack waiting to happen.

Funny how now that I haven’t had a cigarette in over a week my blood pressure came down to 136/74 without taking their fucking pills ain’t it? Even with 8 completely blocked arteries.

So now Monday I have appointments all day long with a different doctor.

2 Ultra Sound imaging appointments back to back.

One for the clots in my legs and one to look for them in my chest.

Ten months after I first went in for this shit.

I’d like to slap the taste out of someone’s mouth for dragging this shit out so far.

It should be fucking criminal.

So anyways, after doing that all morning then I finally get to see the vascular surgeon chick again. The second appointment since October.

If the right words don’t start coming out of her mouth I am going to fire that bitch on the fucking spot and then I am going to start calling the best of the best around here, the serious people of OHSU hospital up on the hill over in Portland.

They don’t fuck around over there from what I hear.

I am done playing fucking games with this shit.

Update;

I just got some test results back.

Perhaps a smoking gun eh?

Hematocrit is the amount of red blood cells in the system.

Looks like my Red Blood Cell count is low, the Hemoglobin is low and maybe a couple of doses of Geritol wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

So now I wait and see what the Doc has to say.

Billy sent me a link and a request for a repost announcing that his wife Gretchen has been diagnosed with Stage 2 Breast Cancer.

Cancer sucks, full stop.

They are going to need financial help with her treatment because like everyone, their health insurance sucks ass for such things.

Here is the link so you can donate.

Prayers are also always appreciated.

Gretchen is a good woman, I really hate to hear such shitty news.

There was a small fire in the server room where CederQ gets his internet connection from last Sunday and he has been without internet ever since. Thankfully he schedules some posts well in advance so it hasn’t shown up here yet. they are supposed to get it fixed for him today but we all know how that stuff works. So he wanted me to let everyone know there won’t be a train post this week. He’ll be back as soon as they get the server fixed up again.

Now white peasants, supplicate before your mighty “We wuz kings and shiit.” melanin enhanced. I will reluctantly celebrate their miniscule contributions to society when we carve a full 31 day month for white history, because it will take that full month and then some to fully appreciate all the contributions that whites have brought forth.

The Wifely Unit came down with some sinus crap last Friday and suffered all weekend. I started feeling like crap Monday but it was more of a headache thing for me.

I got home after work Monday with a screaming headache and went straight to bed.

This is Wednesday evening and I am just now getting out of bed.

This has been, by far, the longest and worst headache I have ever had in my life.

I just finished half a bowl of canned stew because I haven’t eaten anything since Monday morning.

I haven’t had a cigarette either.

I finally started big doses of Ibiprofen this morning and after the third dose it finally started easing up. Yeah I know that ain’t good for ya but it does work.

I do have some stuffiness but nothing that should cause such a massive headache.

I very rarely get them and they never last more than a couple hours when I do.

Hell of a way to spend a Birthday.

At least the Wifely Unit got me a box of ammo.

Good woman there.

I saved this one that I found over at WRSA so it can stand by it’s self.

It appears to me that several million motherfuckers need to keep this in mind.

Ignore the Nazi Symbolism and substitute 50 million pissed off Americans.

Because we even kicked the Nazi’s asses, remember?

The Find Out phase of FAFO is coming.

And if you think I am throwing around bullshit and hyperbole, I would like to test your memory and see if you can remember several miles long Trump support caravans back in 2020?

Utah ‘Trump Train’ Caravan Stretches for Six Miles

Imagine those with heavily armed Americans who have decided enough is enough.

Because it is very, very, doable.

This is actually a pretty damn long jump.

I don’t think my friend Irish will mind too much.

The comments are from This Post, go see that first to get the context.

Now that you are back,

The cover of the Creedence tune Fortunate Son, by the band Clutch.

And now, the comment that resulted in the video.

“That song has become the “fuckit, get your kit.” signal for many Americans.
VC”

So if you start hearing that tune blaring from several different directions at once,