BEARS, CATS, KRAKATOAS

 In my haphazard haste to write my previous blog post, I left some things out concerning my latest arm hemorrhage that happened late Sunday night or early Monday morning.

The bleeding was so heavy that the nurses had to rebandage three times. As soon as they thought the task was done, the bandages were blood-soaked.

When I speak of hemorrhages, I am not exaggerating.

On Tuesday, the wound care doctor was alarmed when she heard the news. There is now an order stating that if this happens again, I should be immediately taken to Cookeville Medical Center.

Finally some sense of logic.

I am well known here at Signature Health Care for my poetry books and hemorrhages.

My right arm is numb due to the tight heavy bandages. I hate to write comments on your blogs because every damn word is a mistake. I type slowly and carefully on this blog. Slowly.

Rumor Hazzit is that I have an appointment with a surgeon in Cookeville on Tuesday the 12th. I'll believe it when I see it. If it's true, I have a strong feeling the surgeon will say nothing can be done for my arm.......

change of subject, sort of

Long ago, when I was Satan's advocate, there was a very popular gay bar called Rumor Hazzit in Garden Grove, CA.

Don't panic. All I did was sit in there, looking pretty, smoking Krakatoas and drinking King Cobra or Hurricane. Those were the days.

Krakatoa clove cigarettes. They're now illegal in the U.S. Considered dangerous. Evil side effects. I used to buy them in Hollywood.

That's how they looked when I indulged.

To heck with poetry. I need to publish my memoirs. Trust me - - it would be one harrowing helluva read.

But you don't want to hear this, do you?

Now that I'm trapped in a friggin' hospital bed, let's talk about bears. And cats.

Bears, anyone?

When I first moved to Tennessee, I was assured there were no bears in my area. Lately there have been a few sporadic sightings.

There have been jokes that if I get back home, I'll have to chase the critters out who now occupy it.

I've had snakes, 'possums, raccoons, and sparrows in my house. No bears. Yet.

My  bear AI image above.

Cats? How about ancient Egyptian cats. In my previous blog post, I boasted about my recent purchase of a very rare object from a genuine (private) museum collection 

This ancient Egyptian kohl jar with Bastet the cat Goddess on the lid.

 

Well 

Big drumroll here

I just purchased another ancient Egyptian  Bastet Goddess cat from the private museum collection. A seven inch statue, circa 14 AD. Made of limestone.

These two rare items have been cleaned but never restored. They remain exactly as found during the excavation at Luxor.

It's been shipped via Canada and will arrive next week.

Am I crazy, unique, fortunate, careless?

Heck, it's only money.

But, Jon, what will you do with them while still in a hospital bed?

That's my damn business.

Jon 🩵 loving cats, ancient artifacts....and danger....and you.