Went back to my GP Monday. Going backwards again. GP has made me a new cocktail. Back on the steroids, upped the painkillers. I'm now a fucked up drug addict. If the morphine doesn't hit the system at the same time daily, the body goes into withdrawals. Specialist still has NFI. Struggle to walk most days. Not after sympathy. Don't need it. Bailed out of Facebook. Too much PC bs and I don't have the patience to deal with fuckwititis.
Next specialist appointment looks like November if my GP can force the issue. Not that it matters, they're all full of shit and have no idea how to fix or even manage it. My GP has done more for me and tried more things than the specialist. She's going to try another drug in a month if the current mix doesn't work. Not holding my breath. Don't bother suggesting some new holistic bs or miracle cure. Tried more things than I've had shits. If one more person suggests another miracle natural cure without peer reviewed scientific research I'll break their fucking nose. Well over hearing about rubbing some plant up my anus which will cure everything from Alzheimer's to syphillis.
I'd just be happy if they could get the pain under control. Each day has to be carefully planned out, otherwise if I do too much it's the next few days in bed. I haven't given up, but I'm pretty pissed off.
Limiting my forum use as otherwise I'll get banned for calling fuckwits, fuckwits. No buffer to deal with idiots. Keeping away from people. I find dogs much nicer people.
Pups are healthy. They've become brilliant hunters. Yep...we kill animals and eat them. If that offends you, you can go fuck yourself. Unless you don't use any animal products then criticising me makes you a fucking hypocrite. At least what I eat lived a natural life in the bush, not in a pen. The animals I kill don't stand in a que watching their fellow species being slaughtered in front of them. My food hits the deck from a bullet before it knows what's hit them. We eat rabbit and deer mostly. Ducks and quail on occasions. I've become a good shot as I can't afford to miss as ammunition isn't cheap.
Did have a good day two Sundays ago, when Balanse came up for a visit and brought up two blokes I used to bash fairings with in the 90's. Was a good laugh. Best laugh I've had in a while. Smashed a few doobies. Was trashed when they left
Drugs I'm on have some shitty side effects. Digestion, skin irritations, but worst of all nightmares. Fucking horrible nightmares. Vivid and last all night. Never had nightmares before, so it makes sleep fitful at best.
Bought a 4wd hilux with a rooted motor. If anyone knows of a cheapo 22R motor sing out please. A rebuild on one is $2.8k. So trying to find a fucked 84-87 Corona or Celica with a decent motor and transplant it. Struggle to walk the pups and property needs a 4wd, quad or dirtbike to get around. In winter, even a 4wd won't make it up the very back of the property. It's steep. Very steep.
Haven't had a shag in years. Couldn't be bothered to even have a crank. Of course if there's some smoking hot 18 year old with a daddy fetish wants to come and give me a blow job once a week, I won't say no. But only if she cooks me a meal and fucks off home straight after......and no talking...... Unless it's begging me to hit the back of the throat!
Apart from all that, life's fucking awesome! Dying to get hold of a kitted ZX10 and flog it to within an inch of it's life at the island. Some wheel standing, tyre spinning monster that's trying to flick me at the tyre wall every corner would be perfect!
Haven't seen a WSBK race all year..... Fucking welfare TV sux. Even the GP's the arseholes only play motogp. Go Jack Miller. Hope he wins the championship this year and gets a factory ride in motogp next year. Rossi today is the criville of 97. The old date puncher should retire and run a team with his boyfriends!!!!
Ciao
Miss some of you guys n gals. Got a spare room if you're ever up near lake Eildon, feel free to drop in.
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me" Hunter S. Thompson.
There are really only two questions in life. 1.Which way do i go? 2.What is the lap record?