THE DEPTHS OF HELL

 

Of course I don't believe in a real hell. Gehenna, the Valley of Hinnom outside of Jerusalem, where pagan practices abounded along with the worship of the false God Moloch - rather than that of Jehovah.

Hell is merely a metaphor for the wages of sin.

I'm not as dumb as I look, boys and girls. I always maintained that hell is here on earth - - the absolute CRAP we go through during this journey of life. That's punishment enough....we don't need an afterlife hellfire.

First of all I want to give a heartfelt thanks to the three people who kindly acknowledged my rerun of "The Ghost of Sharon Tate". You have equisite taste. And I've had one helluva life. More old reruns are being excavated especially for you.

Bitter sarcasm

Today I'm torturing you with an unecessary update. Seems to be the popular blog genre.

I'm in a very ROTTEN mood, which always inspires me to abandon my intoxicating sweetness and undeniable charm. When I'm in a dismal mood, I can be......

.....cold blooded, condescending, rude, insulting, depressing, nasty, curt, despicable, and brutally honest.

Prepare.

Now, why should I completely abandon my blog when I'm such a mesmerizing writer?

First of all, let's acknowledge the fact that my AI images are damn good. Or.....almost tolerable. Maybe.

I learned at an early age, modesty will get you nowhere.

Ready....set.....GO!!!!

So Tuesday, I was taken on the looong hour journey to Cookeville. A surprisingly cool day with rain. I got autumn vibes.

Thought I was going to get surgery on my arm (see previous posts). Imagine my SHOCK when I was brought to the dermatologist's office. Again!

Instead of getting desperately-needed surgery, I wasted the whole goddamn day having a cute tete-a-tete with doctor what's-her-name.

BUT

she admitted that the dermatological surgeon wasn't equipped to work on my arm. He only does surgery in his office.

I am going to be referred to a cosmetic surgeon who has all the needed surgical apparatus. I could get radiation ( which I'd prefer) but it would be grueling going back and forth from Jamestown to Cookeville.

Another looooong wait, which might take ten more years. They're stalling forever.

While they stall, the squamous cell carcinoma on my arm bleeds continuously. Truth to tell, I am extremely worried. And I mean extremely......

Another horror story for you to ponder.

Happened very late Wednesday night, early Thursday morning. My heavily bandaged arm started seeping blood again. I called the night nurse.

To my absolute ALARM, she was the incompetent nurse who knows nothing. She tried to reinforce the upper part of the bandage. Kept asking me "Do you think this is right?"   "Does it look okay?"   "Are these the correct pads?"

Finally she finished 

Ten minutes later.....and I am not exaggerating....

a hemorrhage happened. Blood was pouring out of the upper and lower bandages. I COULD NOT stop it. I desperately kept pressing the call button. I grabbed some nearby towels and folded sheets.

I swear to God I was absolutely terrified. I am usually calm and rational. I was completely terrified....positive I was bleeding to death.

Absolutely out of character

I YELLED and SCREAMED over and over. Nobody came.

The morning nurse appeared around 7:00 a.m.   I was on the verge of passing out.

An hour later I bearly managed to get through breakfast, still shaken.

Two hours later I was given the bad news - - - -

After being blissfully alone, I'm getting a roommate!!!

The staff was telling me about the roommate.....and I BLEW UP!

"I don't give a crap about a roommate!" I shouted. " I need a surgeon!!!!".

My exact words.

So.....he's over 90, at least.

I tried to calm down and be civil. Not an easy task.

To be continued. Maybe.

Jon 🖤 in the realms of Hades

P.S.

To Rita, I got your card and it gave me smiles. Many thanks for thinking of me.

To the rest of you....thanks for continuing to tolerate me.

I'm worth the effort.

And thanks for your comments on my previous Tate/Manson post 🙂

HAVING FUN GOING TO TOWN

I had an incredible migraine headache this morning, which was probably the result of all the crap I went through yesterday.

Yesterday I was forced to drive to town, because I was completely out of supplies: no food, no cat food or litter, no toilet paper.

An Aside:
Several of my most delicate readers were shocked when - on a previous blog post - I happened to mention toilet paper.
My response is to lighten up and face reality. We ALL use it. And if you don't, I sure as hell would like to know why not. 

Anyway, I drove to town yesterday.

The first thing I did was to pack an entire month of full trash bags into the car.
There is NO trash pickup in this rural place. You have to haul all your trash by yourself to the Trash Center in town.

It's a helluva traumatic situation for me, since I live a zillion miles (give or take) from town and only go about once a month. I cringe every time I have to stuff huge, smelly trash bags into my car. 

It's even worse now that it's 90 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, for those of you in Zurich). The interior of the car is about 567 degrees and the odious bags of trash start to decompose in about two minutes.

So I'm on the narrow, winding, perilous mountain road - in the proverbial middle of nowhere - surrounded by smelly bags of garbage.....

.........(these dots serve to build up suspense)..........

....when suddenly an emergency light starts blinking on the dashboard - informing me that I'm nearly out of gas!

I'm seldom prone to panic - - but this time I panicked freely.  
Driving on this mountain road terrifies me on a good day when nothing's going wrong. My terror quadrupled knowing that I'm nearly gasless with rotting bags of trash. And there's nowhere on the road to pull over.

All I could do was keep going, coast as much as possible, and pray to a God who's probably laughing at me. 

To make an incredibly long and sweaty story short (which, for me, is an impossibility) I made it to the outskirts of town - but still had to travel on another endlessly long road that leads to the service station.

Out of nowhere, a car pulls in front of me and is moving about 5 mph. I'm almost riding her bumper (yes, it was a woman) and I'm screaming "Go!Go!Go! Gooooooooo!!!!!!!"
I did everything to keep from ramming her car and sending her into a ditch. 

I ran out of gas JUST as I reached the service station and had to push and coast the car to the nearest gas pump. 

After I got gas, I went to the Trash Center to get rid of the festering trash bags.
As fate would have it, they were CLOSED for an unknown reason! The gate was locked, but the workers were there and cars were lined up, waiting to get in.

I wasn't about to wait in line for an hour and run out of gas again. I took off and went shopping at Walmart and the supermarket. 

After I went shopping, I returned to the Trash Center and....... wouldn't you know it.....the gate was STILL locked and a bunch of cars were STILL waiting to get in!!!!!!!!!

I yelled "SHIT!!!!!" and a few other more colorful things, made a screeching U turn, and headed home. 

I still have all the bags of trash, which I hauled out of the car and dumped in the garage. 

And I don't give a royal rat's ass if they stay there forever.

BAD MOOD

All right, people, just back off and give me room to breathe! I'm in a very rotten mood today and I don't want anybody to get hurt.

Jon? In a rotten mood? Impossible! 
How could anybody as sweet, easy-going, charming, and utterly irresistible as you ever be in a rotten mood?

Hey, bucko, flattery will get you nowhere. How'd you like me to take that On the Good Ship Lollipop attitude and shove it up your - -

Whoa, Jon! Just calm down and keep away from my ass. What seems to be the problem?

ProbLEMS. With an "S". Plural. Multiple.

First of all I didn't get any sleep - not a damn wink - and when I don't sleep I can't function and can't think and have absolutely no motivation and I turn into a consummate bitch, and come to think of it, even when I DO sleep I usually can't think and can't function and have no motivation, so you can imagine how much worse it is when I DON'T sleep - -

not to mention that my back still hurts and I'm hobbling around like a spastic gremlin and my reading glasses broke so I had to use duck tape to hold them together and my lawn mower's broke so I can't mow the 6,000 frickin' mountain acres that I live on and now that I've finally eliminated the 20,000 carpenter bees that were nesting around my house 50,000 wasps have eagerly moved in and I was supposed to make the 600 mile trip to town yesterday but it rained so hard that I didn't go and as a result I didn't get groceries so I'm completely out of milk and bread, not to mention cat food and cat litter and the litter is the most important thing because without litter my cats are miserable and have been giving me dirty looks and plotting against me........

Wait a minute while I catch my breath. I'm just getting warmed up.

No need to elaborate, Jon. We get the general idea.

Well, I didn't even mention Windows yet. I'm not talking house windows. I'm talking computer Windows. I have major issues with Microsoft. Few entities on earth annoy me more than Windows, and if I could come in physical contact with the sadists in charge I'd punch them so damn hard that they'd all go down like a row of dominoes.

My old desktop computer is still on Windows 7 - - - or is it Windows 3? Hell, with all the problems it has, it might be running on Windows Minus 15.

Are those continuous, infuriatingly annoying never-ending updates really necessary? And if Microsoft is so frickin' great, how come they need to inflict our computers with updates every ten minutes?

So, Jon - updates really bother you, huh?

Don't interrupt. I'm on a roll.

So, it took me over six months to finally figure out the basic rudiments of Windows 8, and just as I was almost getting used to it, the grim announcement came that there's now an upgrade for Windows 10.
By the way - what the hell ever happened to Windows 9? Did I miss something?

Microsoft has more freakin' windows than New York City. Think about that for a moment. It might get funny.
Then again, it might not........ 

Did anybody happen to encounter Windows Movie Maker 8? It SUCKS big time. In order to make it "easier to use", they eliminated all of the good features that were on Windows Movie Maker 7. I tried to download Windows Movie Maker 7 to my Windows 8 laptop last night with no luck.

So now, in order to make a new video, I'll have to do it on my old computer - - and all the photos and graphics that I want to use are stored on my new laptop.

Note:
Okay, I was finally able to download MovieMaker 2.6 to my laptop and I'm happy. Or reasonably happy.
 
By the way - - did you ever try to use the new improved Windows Easy Transfer?  Trust me, it's about as easy as pulling teeth from a hen. Especially since the easy Network transfer no longer works.

A Hungarian pox on Windows and all it's vile components. 

Feeling better, Jon?

I will in a few weeks, when my blood pressure goes down.