Well Enough of That

 Well kids, I have been dealing with some medical bullshit, and so, in classic FirstNations fashion, I have withdrawn.  Which, let me hasten to say, avails me NOTHING WHATSOEVER. It's just a reflexive thing I do.  It's like when you step on a slug and it curls up into itself, and all it's guts squit out. 

I just went to my first official Dr.'s appointment here in Idaho - Social Security? check, new insurance? check - and as I sat there telling the woman what was currently ailing me, I was astonished at what I'd been putting up with for the past eight months or so, listening to  myself put it all out there. I mean, shit. I'm a wreck.

I am informed that what I'm going through is a mild form of PTSD occasioned by our move (and our move was fifteen times more horrible than I've let on in these hyar posts.) I fully believe her. It's not all stress, though - I get to go have an MRI! HUZZAH! because apparently my back is exploding or crumbling or turning into mush or something. 

Getting this news did nothing to lower my stress level.

It's nice to know that there's a non-disease reason for the sudden downturn, though; and God knows I've gone through PTSD before, so I can beat this no sweat.  Like what I'm doing right now, which is  reaching out, instead of curling up and shitting my intestines. To return to the slug analogy.

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LADIES: can you stick your tits into regular ordinary socks?  Like, slip one right in there like a beer cozy?  

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Our upstairsies have mostly quieted down. It took an in-person visit from The Biker himself, though. 

                                                   probably not him, but you can't be sure now can you.

This is not a man you want showing up mad at your door.

It seems to have worked.

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I have a few ideas for upcoming posts.

1. I Have A Box of Knox Plain Gelatin. Dare Me To Use It.

Try and seduce me with gelatin recipes from days gone by (send links ffs.) I'll pick one and make it - including full color photographic documentation of said process.  

Oh wait. '...including full color photographic documentation of said process!!!!' 

2. This one is a secret.

3. Send FirstNations on a quest!

Pick out a location twenty miles from Fruitland, Idaho and send me there to take pictures and provide sarcastic commentary which I will then post here!