I didn't hear any rain in the night but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. A welcome cloud cover this morning held down Old Sol from heating up our sticky moist air. The slight humidity reprieve was certainly appreciated. |
ONE OF TWO BALERS IN A FIELD |
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AN OLDER HAY RAKE |
A change of routine this morning as Pheebs and I climbed aboard our Itasca Spirit and drove the short distance over to Richards place. He had offered to install the back-up cam so we were both soon going over things like camera and monitor placements. Of course for a couple old yakky-doodle guys like ourselves with always lots of things to talk about we were in no rush to get the cam up and running. Kelly came over later to drive Pheebs and I back home as Richard soldiered on with the install. Twenty minutes after that I was on my way to Goderich's Maitland Valley Medical Clinic to have a 24 hour blood pressure device hooked up to my arm. That done I headed home. |
PHEEBS AND I ON OUR WAY OVER TO RICHARDS AROUND 9 THIS MORNING |
Not as hot and sticky today and that was a big plus. With the blood pressure thingy on my arm squeezing me every half hour I didn't feel much like doing anything outside. The monitor is programmed to take my blood pressure every hour through the night so I'm hoping that doesn't mean I'll be squeezed awake every 60 minutes. I return to the Maitland Valley Medical Center Thursday to have the device removed. |
THE MONITOR |
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THE SQUEEZY ARM THING |
Also tomorrow I have to hang around the house all day (except from 12:30 to 1 when I'll be at the Medical Centre) waiting for a phone call from Doctor Mendez my Oncologist in London. I'm hoping he will have my PSA number from last Wednesday's blood test. It was a year ago right now I was put on an emergency list to have a large kidney stone removed and we were also waiting for London's Cancer Clinic to call with an appointment to see an Oncologist regarding my recently diagnosed Prostate Cancer. That later appointment resulted in me going for radiation treatments which when completed were successful in dropping my high 15.4 PSA number down to .45. Hopefully tomorrow I will find out if that .45 number has changed. |
SAW THIS NICE OUTDOOR FLORAL ARRANGEMENT ON MY WAY TO GODERICH THIS MORNING |
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A true story of the late Irish author Brendan Behan who one night collapsed in a diabetic coma in a Dublin street. It was at a time when he was at the height of his drunken notoriety and passes-by naturally thought he was dead drunk. They took him to the nearby surgery of one of Dublin's most fashionable and respected doctors. The doctor decided to take a cardiograph and, somewhat nervous of his patient, thought to humor him. He explained the workings of the cardiograph needle as it registered the faint heartbeats of the very sick and semiconscious Brendan. "That needle there is writing down your pulses, Mr. Behan, and I suppose, in its own way, it is probably the most important thing you have ever written." To which Behan replied: "Aye, and it's straight from me heart, too."
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You’ve really gotta hand it to short people...
Because they usually can’t reach it for themselves.-------------------------
Three old ladies met on the street on a very stormy day. The wind was so strong and loud that they had difficulty in hearing each other.
"It's windy," said one.
"No, it's Thursday," said the next.
"So am I," said the third. "Let's go and have a drink!"
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