Health Update

It is now day five of my sore throat. A week with the canker sores. Of the original four canker sores, only one is still a nuisance. Yesterday I discovered a fifth canker sore, and that is the one causing me the most grief at the moment. One piece of solace is that I have not had a fever with this virus, and my energy hasn’t been reduced by too great of an amount.

I have just started a batch of midnight shifts… last night was the first of four. My two week vacation starts after I am done with these “middies”. All I have got to say is, I better be over this bug by the end of this stretch of shifts, or I shall vent my anger on… on… something. Actually what will happen is that I will just compose another angry post like this. That’ll teach that mean ol’ nasty virus.

While typing this I realized that the results of my TSH test might be in. I ran out to the mail box, and there they were. The test shows that I am “under active at my current thyroid replacement dose”. These results are from a different lab. Well crap. More drugs for Xeno. Fuck drugs.

Update: Here are the TSH test numbers for future reference.

Feb 11: 9.6
Feb 23: 6.2
June 27: 10.24

High normal is 5.6.

Curious. The number went up, even though I have been taking 100 MCG of Levothyroxine daily since March 3rd.

Just did a pill count… I took only 100 pills in the 120 days since I started taking Levothyroxine. We (we = me) probably should make a better effort, eh.

Recipe For Doom

Looks like I will be going to a folk festival in the near future with a couple of women. I am quite excited. Well I was excited until the Zoyx Attorney gave me this harsh slap of reality.

Just how do you think you will survive this ordeal? Answer. You won’t. If you are imagining some sort of erotic “Xeno Sandwich” you are sadly mistaken. There is no folk festival. They are driving you to the middle of nowhere and leaving you for dead.

Have fun!

Maybe it is time I drew up that will. Both the living and dead versions.

… and so it goes

You know those 90s we had a few days back? It is now 50 degrees, foggy, and drizzly. Looks like that won’t be enough to stop the line of thunderstorms coming our way.

Just felt like bitching, sorry.

Inside My Brain

I had some of my hand-made artwork analyzed by the Zoyx Psychologist. I was asked to draw a house, a tree and then a person. One thing that isn’t obvious from these scanned pictures is that I drew all of the objects on the left side of the 11″ x 17″ paper. My scanner can only do 8.5″ by 11″, so cropping was done for the images. The Zoyx Psychologist was clueless as to why I insisted on coloring on the left side. All people that drew for her, had the focus of the picture in the center of the paper. This can only mean one thing. The alien implant is on the right side of my cortex.

Lets begin with the house:

• I have plenty of windows and a door in my house. This is good, because it shows that I am open and like to look outside and spy on my neighbors. For instance, if they are being implanted with mind controlling devices by the local astronauts.

• I have grass growing in front of the front stairs of the porch, thereby blocking entrance. This means, in essence, fuck off. Or it could mean I like to dip my toes in dew soaked grass instead of walking on hard and abrasive sidewalk cement.

• I have an ICBM nuclear missile targeting the vinyl sided suburban home. Ah, the crux of the whole picture. This shows I like things that blow up. BOOM!!! Cool.

Now lets move on to the tree:

• My tree has a strong trunk and is well rooted. This means I have personal strength and have good support from friends and family. It is also a sign that I am very efficient at getting nutrition and water from bacteria and worm infested dirt.

• I have plenty of branches and leaves with a complete sky and ground colored in. An indication that I am thorough, and see the complete picture. That picture’s goal is to highlight a phallic symbol. I obviously focus my energies around my male reproductive organ.

• Now about that sign, “Don’t Piss on Tree”. I was just trying to be funny. Didn’t work, did it.

Finally, the picture of a person:

• The arms and legs are free and open. The person seems to be flying. Representing a free spirited person, who is probably plummeting toward his death, some 45 stories below the picture.

• The sun and the hair are spiky. An indication that I am psychotic. That completely goes against the t-shirt that says, “Eating People is Fun”, which would suggest a well-adjusted adult.

• The Picasso-like face, looking the opposite direction of apparent movement, would show that I am lousy at mimicking other artist’s styling.

So there you have it. I am probably far more sane than you thought I was, didn’t you.

I Was Interviewed

A journalist from the Duluth News-Tribune sent me an e:mail with a short list of questions. She is doing an article about bloggers or blogging or something like that. The article is scheduled to appear sometime this weekend. Here are the questions asked of me, with the answers I provided.

Why did you start the blog?
My cousin, who does a popular web comic strip (schlockmercenary.com), got me
started. I liked the idea of blogging and subverting it to my own whim.

Who reads it?
Friends, family, and other bloggers mainly. People who use search terms
like “Weeping Sores” and “New Guinea Wasting Disease” seem to stumble upon
my blog quite often. I find that quite strange.

How often do you post?
I average over once a day. Which is apparently not enough for the Zoyx
Attorney. A slave driver that woman is.

What kind of feedback do you get?
Mostly spiteful, cruel and nasty comments. I call them words that hurt. I
really think people should be more considerate of people with my form of
dementia.

So with this information, what do you think will happen concerning my comments? Here is your poll.

The Plague

Now I have leg acne. The current count now is 8 zits on the front of my thighs. They all look puss-filled and ready to explode. I talked to the Zoyx physician and I have the plague. No doubts. While I was at the doctor yesterday, I should of dropped my drawers, turned around, and started screaming, “LOOK AT MY ASS, LOOK AT MY ASS. CAN’T YOU SEE THE WEEPING SORES? I’M DIEING AND NO ONE CARES!!!“.

It is nearly 2 PM and it is about time for my Kegel Exercises. The problem I am facing is, why? Why do these exercises, when it is becoming more and more apparent I am never going to have sex again for the remainder of my life. As you can see, the plague has also affected my emotions and self-esteem.

I just realized the picture I posted in the previous post is evidence that I brought a bike on to the Grandma’s Marathon course. I am expecting a call from The Bike Nazi at any moment. I will, of course, deny everything.

I have proof!

My bike tire made it on to one of the Grandma’s Marathon pictures. So for all of you naysayers who thought I wasn’t there… HAH!!!

Dante’s Meme

I am going down to the sixth level… not bad.

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful) Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous) Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) High
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) Extreme
Level 7 (Violent) High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Moderate
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) Low

Take the Dante’s Divine Comedy Inferno Test