Gotta Love the Web

I’m settling down last night for a well deserved sleep. 

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It’s about midnight. I put the iPad down & plug it in to charge.

“Ding” the display flashes a message about me moderating a comment on the blog.

I enjoy comments.

Its always interesting to see what people’s take is on my sometimes lucid, more often than not chaotic thoughts.

This comment has a provocative subject line and is attached to one of my older posts. 

I couldn’t resist.

I get up, pad softly into my office wake up the computer. My computer is really grumpy when I wake it up late at night, then log into the blog site.

As I’m reading the whole comment I realize it’s essentially an advertisement. It’s for another web site selling items of an Adult nature who figured they’d get free advertising by commenting.

Say what?

Nothing is free Bucko!

Where the hell is my percentage? Where is my ad click revenue? Do I know these people? Have I been sent a catalog, samples, asked permission? Uh NOPE, No, No & No!

Needless to say, The originating server got banned.

Actually, my Hosting Service beat me to it. I guess the originator of this particular comment ticked off a lot of people. I didn’t even have to reject the comment, it was in the deleted items before I even got to it.

Gotta love the efficiency of the Hosting Service.

So here’s the deal, If you want to advertise something on this blog contact me. Lets talk and see if we can come to some arrangement that is mutually beneficial. Once that’s done, I’ll proudly put your links on the page.

… For a percentage

Gotta pay the bills somehow!

Ughhh! I hate Doctors Appointments

I just remembered I have a Dr Appointment today. I hate doctors appointments, I always feel so… violated.

Well I’ve already had coffee with sugar so there goes the cholesterol screening.

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Oooopps! Oh well.

Been thinking about a lot of things where the Doc is concerned.

I like him a lot but he’s too busy. He’s also recently (within the past year) gotten some new help and frankly they’re snotty little bitches.

Again we go back to the basic question of “Who is the Customer and Who is the service provider?” 

It’s funny how often issues boil down to that simple question.

From Politicians to Physicians, Lawyers to Mechanics, Educators to Customer Service people, it’s always the same. If they forget that you’re the one paying the bill it’s time to remind them.

You can do that by finding someone else or by working your way up the chain of command. All too often we forget that simple truth.

I’ve been contacted more by the satellite company recently than in the previous 10 years I was their customer. All because I told them exactly why I was pulling the plug. I guess $1400 a year gone from a customer that was no trouble and who paid their bill on time due to crappy customer service got their attention.

I know my place. Apparently these new people at my Doctors office don’t know theirs.

I’m asking myself do I want to expend the energy to train them? Or do I want to expend that energy to find a new physician?

In a typical year I see a Doctor only once or twice.

Like most men, It’s gotta be arterial bleeding before I even think about going to a Doc.

Because of that when I fucking call with a problem I don’t want some smart mouth little bitch giving me more attitude than that Snookie woman from Jersey, or one of the Kardashian sluts.

I want straight answers and if I leave a message for the Doc to call me back… He damn well better get the message. 

I’ve been nice and polite and gotten nowhere.

I had hives from something he told me to take last year. I had no idea Hives could be dangerous. I thought they were simply an annoyance. Didn’t matter, I never got a call back from the Doctor. It was the pharmacist at my local Rite Aid who clued me in and helped me out.

I think the Doctor and I are going to have a little discussion about my expectations.

If he can meet those expectations great! if not… I’m going to be looking for a new Doc.

I’ve approached this health thing as a partnership if I’ve become another piece of meat well then we have a major problem.

On the plus side… I’m going to go drinking with some buddies I haven’t seen in a long time. That should be fun.

Maybe then I won’t feel quite so violated…

I suppose I have an active nightlife…

It’s a pity I don’t remember what I did.

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No this isn’t about booze and debauchery. If ONLY!!!

This is about my going to sleep one night and waking up the next morning feeling like I had a knife in my back.

Friday Night I went to bed as usual. Saturday morning I woke up and felt like I’d been in a car accident.

I couldn’t really use my left arm without sharp stabbing pain. 

A little investigation and I was able to confirm that I had a whole group of muscles in spasm and as long as I didn’t ask them to do anything we had a nice Détent.

The problem is that no matter what you do, if you move you’re flexing muscles in your back and shoulders.

By Saturday afternoon I was in a lot of pain.

Over a pleasant lunch / dinner I had two JDs and that seemed to help some. I’m not sure if the drinks anesthetized the muscles or my brain but I really didn’t care all I knew is that I wasn’t hurting so much and that I was going to go interact with other people. I’d been cooped up in the house way too long.

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I did have a nice evening. It was nice talking with people about slavery. (No, not the Slavery of pre-Civil War America although we did end up there) Voluntary Slavery, as in Bondage and Domination.

Yes, I have interesting acquaintances…. Moving on…

The price I paid was that Sunday I was pretty much immobilized. Ibuprofen and the heating pad were my best friends.

Monday wasn’t much better but it was obvious that I was on the mend. This morning there’s still a little twinge but I’m much better.

I still don’t know what the heck I did. 

I don’t think it was an Alien abduction… I scared the hell out of those guy years ago. I’m not aware of any nocturnal secret agent missions I’ve been involved in. I’ve not had any wild crazy sex, so I have no explanation for why I was beat up.

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I have one likely suspect… The elder of the two dogs. He sometimes gets cold and decides to snuggle all night. His Idea of snuggling is to try to push everyone else off the bed. He’s sound asleep while he’s doing it but I suspect my discomfort was caused by a paw in the back.

I’ll never get him to admit it!

This could just be a function of me getting older… But You’ll never get me to admit it!