IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?!?! Will you please explain to me these *silent* maladies? How many are there? Why isn't there more public notice of them? Do the insurance companies recognize them? What am I talking about? I'm not sure, but here is what I've been told (and they were serious, too).
A woman told me she suffered from "silent migraines". There is no or little pain. I don't recall her telling me of any symptoms other than seeing brown spots swirling around, just like the white ones we all experience.
And a man I know went to the doctor for the flu or something. Further tests showed scar tissue on his heart. "When did you have your heart attack?" the MD asked. He'd never had one that he knew of. It definitely didn't happen in the last 2 weeks, and could have happened any time in the last 10 years! So, the doctor told him he'd had a "silent heart attack". Again, no symptoms, except maybe lack of energy, to which the man would have never noticed that!
So, like, what's the prescription? The "silent treatment"?
I went to a Vietnamese Baby Shower. Generally I don't attend these affairs, but when someone lays out an 8 course meal, I'll go. And I'll listen to the gossip. It seems the bride hasn't been married long enough for her due date! Josh knocked his drink over and so had to remove the tablecloth. He grabbed the end and gave it a swift jerk, hoping to pull it out from under what was on the table. Just like they do on TV! He needs practice though, because everything landed on the floor.
Phil (aka Earth-to-Phil, Phil..uh..Nevermind, and FIL) received a disturbing notice. It said he owed back taxes that the previous owner of the business didn't pay. He had 10 days to cough up nearly $10,000, or they would take his bar away from him. He headed straight to his lawyer, to see what could be done. Phone calls were made. Nobody knew anything about it. Conclusion: It was a fake.
Jim has been the busy one lately. He gave his *new* car it's 40th oil change and replaced some heater thingy. And (as if he didn't have enough to do already), an accident forced him into separating a pile of nuts, bolts, washers and screws. All this and he still made his gig.
Jen has something she wants to say..."The man at the end of the bar has no money and cusses me like I suck. So be it. But Kaye keeps antagonizing the "Bum" at the end of the bar. Laughing like hell at him, pissing his stupid poor ass bum to keep him talking, so he won't shut the hell up. Like I prefer it. In the beginning he wasn't racist. Now all the sudden while I'm trying so hard to be nice and Kaye just decides to keep on & keep on he starts preaching black + white sh*t. What the Hell is that? So the moral is...No matter if once in a blue moon I try to be nice Kaye just wants me to be getting headaches. But maybe it's just Friday the 13th." (Who? Me?)
CoffeyMate couldn't get the little Flintstone's Bandaid to stick where she got a paper cut. To avoid further injury, she used a wet cloth instead of licking the rest of the Christmas Card envelopes.
Mindy wasn't paying attention to what she was doing when the time came to clean up after painting her walls. With roller in one hand and hose nozzle in the other, she applied the water. Only to have dark purple paint splatter her from head to toe.
OzarkLad was disturbed from his nap by a flea on him. He claimed he got it from petting the dog.
Rick helped the electrician in replacing a thermostat. This meant following the wires in the ceiling. This meant removing whatever 2 x 4 tiles were en route. A couple of hours later the job was completed and the mess cleaned up. "I've heard of having parts left over, but where does this extra ceiling tile go?" he queried.
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WORDS OF INSPIRATION/WISDOM FROM MY 1996 CALENDAR-----
And my New Year's resolution this year is...I'm gonna save all my change. What's yours?
Your President,
Kaye Coffey