Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Ram... D8

Day 8

I had it wrong. I am going to have a MPI, not MBI. Myocardial Perfusion Imaging is what it is. I hadn't looked at the full name on the sheet. Radioactive dye for the third time in eighteen years. I just realized that now. Interesting tidbit.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

A half century?

That is some sort of milestone?  I suppose I shall celebrate... by going to bed ridiculously early, because I am ridiculously tired. 

Friday, March 24, 2017

A grievous transgression...

... usually punishable by death...

I had walked back into my bedroom and saw him on the bed. I am not sure where he had come from nor where he was going, but I take it that he had not received the memo. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and looked around for something with which to usher him out of the room. There did not seem to be anything handy, so I picked up a small decorative footed bowl which I hoped would be sufficient. Well... he went in willingly, however I got less than halfway down the hallway and he escaped, to I know not where. 

It has been clearly stated... you can be in the house trusting that you fulfill your duties, however you cannot be anywhere near or on my bed, Mr. Spider.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The hilarity of life...


So much for my attempt to restart blogging on a regular basis. My laptop, showing significant signs of its own downward spiral, finally completely gave out. Hence, not much interest in typing blogposts on the backup tablet. Even though I have a bluetooth keyboard, it just doesn't feel quite right, to me as a typist. (Although I am getting more used to it as I spend more time with the small layout.)

And on a similar and hilarious note, after the laptop died, later that day I figured that I might as well rely on the old technology that I still had available... my old Toshiba VCR which I have probably had for over ten years. Enjoying Silverado (man Kevin Costner was young), and the great ensemble cast, when suddenly there was static and the machine shut off by itself. I checked everything out and found that it had eaten part of the tape. I carefully pulled it out, and rewound it on the spool, then foolishly tried unplugging the VCR and trying it again, once with the same tape and one more time with a different one. Wishful thinking I suppose, as the outcome was the same. The prognosis final. The VCR had died, the very same day as the laptop.

March marched in and the hilarity of life ensued. The microwave started making an odd overworked louder whirring sound. The liquid was cold. I tried it a few times. I even foolhardily unplugged and plugged back in. I knew it wouldn't work, but I just had to try it. All I can say is that all the appliances were bought at the same time, almost fifteen years ago, so I knew this time would come. I just wasn't really expecting time to pass this quickly.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Ram... D7

Day 7

Technically not a "Random thing about me", but whatever. It seems appropriate that Day 7 coincides with me forgetting  to post about my 7th Blogiversary, which was on March 7, which just happens to have been 7 days ago.  It is hard to believe I am still around here. The past seven years have been perhaps the most worrisome thusfar in my almost half century of life.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Ram... D6

Day 6

I may have lost the ability to write. Whatever creative facility I may have once had seems to be completely gone.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Ram... D5

Day 5

...and on that note... I will be turning 50 this month and will be celebrating the occasion sandwiched between a CT scan and MIBI scan.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Ram... D4

Day 4

Passport expires in April. Still haven't gone anywhere. It is looking pretty bleak for that last minute trip to anywhere. Wherever that may be. Feeling sad.