I am so hellishly busy right now, that I'm actually relieved that I didn't pursue the WPBT in Vegas this weekend. There is no way in hell that I could have gotten a handle on things and taken 2 days from work without it coming back to bit me on the ass later with huge sharp white pointy teeth.
Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.
But I am taking a day off to do the next best thing tomorrow - I'm taking some dough and going to the Fallsview for some live poker fun, and will try not to think of the WPBT tourney going on at the same time.
I may just have to shun all trip reports; the envy is pretty all-consuming right now.
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So I had a complete physical last week, my first in four and a half years (I know, I know, don't bother...Hunny Bunny has kicked my ass enough). I went laden with all the walk-in clinic and specialist reports from the last while, and presented them to the Doc with a smile. I wasn't smiling after she was done going through everything. Words like speculum, PAP, mammogram, cardiologist, exercise, diet, and the piece de resistance, peri-menopause were bandied about.
Fuck.
So the next month is filling with all kinds of appointments, including some to the dentist and optometrist. I suspect that the end result may be that I'm healthier, but suddenly feel my age.
Fuck.
But I doubt I'll ever act my age, as immediately after the doctor's visit where lifestyle and diet changes were being discussed, I insisted Hunny Bunny take me to dinner at Dangerous Dan's, a burger joint in a kinda scuzzy part of town.
There is nothing, and I mean nothing, healthy about eating here. Even the veggie burgers are done on the grill that has "consumed the souls of hundreds of cows" (a quote from the owner). Their burgers are huge and delish; and they specialize in items called the Coronary Special (2 8oz Patties, 4 Slices of Bacon, 2 Slices of Cheddar and a Fried Egg on top. Served w/ Fries and Gravy, Can of Pop and Mayo as a garnish for sure!) and the Quadruple C (Collosal Colon Clogger Combo: 24oz burger served with a quarter pound of cheese, a quarter pound of bacon, and 2 fried eggs. Also comes with a large shake and a small poutine.). I think of Al everytime I read their menu.
Jesus, no wonder I keep getting chest pains.
Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.
But I am taking a day off to do the next best thing tomorrow - I'm taking some dough and going to the Fallsview for some live poker fun, and will try not to think of the WPBT tourney going on at the same time.
I may just have to shun all trip reports; the envy is pretty all-consuming right now.
****
So I had a complete physical last week, my first in four and a half years (I know, I know, don't bother...Hunny Bunny has kicked my ass enough). I went laden with all the walk-in clinic and specialist reports from the last while, and presented them to the Doc with a smile. I wasn't smiling after she was done going through everything. Words like speculum, PAP, mammogram, cardiologist, exercise, diet, and the piece de resistance, peri-menopause were bandied about.
Fuck.
So the next month is filling with all kinds of appointments, including some to the dentist and optometrist. I suspect that the end result may be that I'm healthier, but suddenly feel my age.
Fuck.
But I doubt I'll ever act my age, as immediately after the doctor's visit where lifestyle and diet changes were being discussed, I insisted Hunny Bunny take me to dinner at Dangerous Dan's, a burger joint in a kinda scuzzy part of town.
There is nothing, and I mean nothing, healthy about eating here. Even the veggie burgers are done on the grill that has "consumed the souls of hundreds of cows" (a quote from the owner). Their burgers are huge and delish; and they specialize in items called the Coronary Special (2 8oz Patties, 4 Slices of Bacon, 2 Slices of Cheddar and a Fried Egg on top. Served w/ Fries and Gravy, Can of Pop and Mayo as a garnish for sure!) and the Quadruple C (Collosal Colon Clogger Combo: 24oz burger served with a quarter pound of cheese, a quarter pound of bacon, and 2 fried eggs. Also comes with a large shake and a small poutine.). I think of Al everytime I read their menu.
Jesus, no wonder I keep getting chest pains.
yummy.
Oh my god I'm going to the GYN on Tuesday for the first time in many many years. I hate the word speculum and I hate the feeling of the speculum even more. hehehe
Dial a shots tonight girl I'm at the Rio right now still, but so far I've seen Love Elf, Smokkee, Iakaris, hoyazo and of course don and weak because those two live here or something. haha