end of life decisions

OK . . . so I turn 65 and have an appointment for my medicare physical. The doc, my doc, because I get to keep the one I have now, suddenly knows nothing about my end of life decisions, because over 20+ years we never, NEVER talked about it. "DD you should really start to think about end of life issues and how you want to be treated medically".

"Oh, my god, man, spit it out . . . is it my heart? melanoma? liver? prostate?"
"No, calm down. we just need to talk about it. I get an extra 25 bucks when i submit this . . . we just need to talk about this now."
"Oh, my, wow, you had me going there. I thought I was half dead. Good one, doc. Can I have a hit of the O2?" "Well, I guess if it came down to it and there were extraordinary means necessary to prolong my aging body, I would . . . want . . . um, you to spare no expense, get me every test and consult and life saving machinery to keep me alive until someone can diagnose and save me. Get that 'House' guy."

Now, this is a conversation between me and my doctor. As we all know this is the most sacred of all conversations that can take place. Just ask women, they know.

And my doctor will respect my wishes and fight for my rights.

Or is this all really just a crock of crap and once you hit a certain age, you can kiss your coverage and your butt goodbye.

You know the answer and Sarah Palin knows the answer . . . and so does Obama

Nancy Pelosi is a liar

Her royal highness is actually both a hypocrite and a liar. She lambastes Detroit car executives for flying in on private jets and then spends 500 Million on planes so she and her ilk can fly around. That's our money.

She stated that opponents of health care reform, sorry Health insurance reform are showing up with swastikas and other such symbols. As much press coverage as she gets and can't show a picture? I don't believe you. I do believe you made the whole thing up to try to marginalize.

And just what are the other symbols?

You are a pathetic, botox junky who is desperate to have more and more power. You will sell your lying soul to have a little power here.

DD

Well, It's new to me

We are on the receiving end of a new couch. Not brand new, mind you, but new to us. I mean, it may as well be new because it sat in one of those living rooms where no one goes in unless it's very important company or important event or holiday. We do not have one of those. Our living room is our living room, family room, office, homework room, TV room . . . I think you get it.

It is a very comfortable couch. It's deep so you can fit two people lying down if you want to be close. There are going to be times that will come in handy. It has thick cascading "pillows" for cushions that you sink back into. And long. You can really stretch out. Did I mention it's a very comfortable couch?


The comfortable chair used to be the recliner. With the flip of a conveniently placed handle you were gently moved to an almost prone position. Head back, feet up and supported on a comfy cushion. Sunday naps were invented just for this type of chair.


But all that is forgotten now. Now the recliner is just a seat, a perch from where one scans the couch for a place to enjoy all it's pleasures. The person sitting on the chair is liken to a vulture watching for it's next meal to expire. The slightest movement from the couch is watched carefully and with anticipation just hoping the inhabitant will will need to get up for a tasty snack or to use the bathroom. Indeed, I have spent vast periods of time on the couch writhing in pain from a very full bladder because I could see that there was "another" on the recliner. Their eyes circling the couch, waiting. Just waiting.


I have even gone so low as to use deception and dirty tricks to get on the couch. I will, with full carnal knowledge move the phone all the way across the room to make the occupier get up and relinquish their property. Just the other day I got up from my perch and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

"I'm getting a drink. Do you want something while I'm up?"
"Yeah, get me a drink, too."
"You want ice?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"bendy straw?"
"oh, yeah . . . yellow."

Then I walked in and sat back down on the recliner with my drink; a blue bendy straw. "Hey, where's mine?" "Oh, I left it on the counter for you." She didn't budge! She would rather go without, than relinquish her glorious spot. Can you believe her? There is no love.

A few nights ago I was trying desperately to go to sleep but she was in the mood to talk. Then it hit me. "I can't take it, woman! I'm going to sleep on the couch." "Take it easy" she said, "what is your prob . . . hey you want to go on the couch! You get back here right now mister." "I can't hear you" I said in a nice sarcastic melodious way. As I walked past the closet I grabbed my pillow and throw blanket. If you must know, yes, I have a little stash for when I get sent to the couch.

"And don't come out here thinking your going to get to me with great, incredible, screaming, sweaty sex either!"

Silence. Chirping.

"Did you hear me, beast woman?" "Oh, yeah, like that will ever happen" she shot back.

In the dark, even in the grasp of such cozy comfort, I wondered if I had fully thought through the implications of this move.

"Well . . . what if I don't scream?" Silence. Chirping.

DD

I'm starting a blog. I'm going to write what goes on in my life, funny stories, events of the day.

Starting . . . right . . . NOW!