(no black curtains, no Procul Harem) and talk tra$$ as they slash and gash...slash & gash ... those docs were so smart that I have been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, TIDs, a brain anuerism, and heart complications. After the spinal tap, echocardiogram, brochostaphy, angiogram, and any other painful invasive procedures they could put me through, I was ready to get the hell outa dodge.
no more invasive procedures for me, and screw the pharmaceutical bandits.

I get to pick out a new wheelchair! And don't forget to breath ~ Randy Newman song ~ a motto ~ you love him, don't you? You feed him, won't you? He's Simon Smith and The Amazing Dancing Bear! ~ (buhdumpdom) .....

I have learned to live with radiating pain down my right leg from disk L 5 S1 ( which = butt and lowest part of back). Also have osteoporosis from a life of severe asthma and subsequent cortisone to stay alive
(ah ah ah ah stayin alive stayin alive)
if it weren't for my ramblings and extreme writing each day as I clomp out the letters on my Mac,
I am told the osteoarthritis would keep me curled up and ready to die.
"Not yet," she said with a gleam in her eye!
Osteoarthritis is just a convenient way of saying HOLY SHIT I am hittin' 50!
But it does seem to eat away at my springyness and sometimes (OMG) I have been heard to say:

Fuck them, how do they know how much is "tolerance" and just how much pain I should be in??? When they slipped a narcotic on me one night, damn I was pissed. I found myself nodding.... reminders of the old days, when (HA!)

"life was wonderful all the time and i'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away heeheehahahaha"
babble, brook, mel, blanc looney tunes, daffy duck ...