Lent, the blind date, the shoulder, and presbyterian church...
Yes, Lent continues on...
i must say that i find it ironic that since Lent, and thus my abandonment of alcohol, began i have been struck with several instances in which i wanted nothing more than a glass of scotch... or pinot... or vodka. i know that once Lent is over with the frustrating situations that have plagued my life will disapear and i will no longer have such a desire for a shot of vodka. Though i imagine i will still be craving a glass of pinot...
Went on a date tonight... or, more accurately, attempted to go on a date tonight. She didn't come. Which was slightly disheartening... Though i can't really blame her because it was really an issue of miscommunication. Not that that makes it any less disheartening. The reality is that i am just frustrating with the whole "dating" animal. Its time i pulled out my shotgun and hunted the beast... (and to answer Valparaiso check the previous blog's comments)
Yeah, so last week/weekend was very painful. i noticed about a week and a half ago that there was a small red bump on my shoulder. i didn't think anything of it until i got off the plane in Virginia and my whole arm and shoulder were throbbing with pain. The next four days of my vacation were plagued by this bump on my shoulder that continued to grow in size and its production of pain. It was constant. By the time i flew home i needed someone to carry my luggage. It was about five inches long and almost two inches deep (though i couldn't really tell how deep it was). Saw the Dr. about it first thing in the morning. Discovered it was some kind of cyst or absese or some other medical term which meant "blood pooling." Doc took a look at it and said, "Yeah, we're going to need to lance that." To which i responded,
"You going to what that?"
"I'm going to have to lanc-.... you're not armed are you?"
"No, Doc. Can't even lift a gun it hurts so bad."
"Oh, okay. I'm going to take a scapel and cut your shoulder open to drain the blood."
"Oh! Yeah! You will be knocking me out first."
"Local anesthetic is the best i can do."
"Yeah, you're lucky i'm not armed."
Doc then proceeded to stab me in the shoulder with the anesthetic which took the edge off of what was a very painful little cut. And the blood flowed... oh did it ever flow... The nurse said to me that it looked extremely painful and that if she was having it done she would be screaming. i casually mentioned that if she wasn't in the room and it was just me and the Doc, i would be screaming; but being as she was there i had to maintain a certain level of masculine and law enforcement dignity. i succeded... barely. The shoulder is doing much better now, and i was given hydrocodone (hallelujia chorus). i wasn't supposed to return to work until several days later, after my check up, but i was bored and went back to work anyway. We were running another search warrant and i didn't want to miss out on the fun. Sarg said i could go as long as i wasn't taking any heavy meds like hydrocodone. Yes, he specifically stated "hydrocodone." I casually stated that i hadn't taken any since lunch. Yeah, i was put at the back of the line.
The warrant itself was actually pretty funny because when we served it no one was home. So we all waited inside and whenever someone showed up and opened the door they were greeted with a dozen guns pointed at them. Really wish i would have had a camera for the facial expressions!
Anyway, went back for my check up and the Doc was suprized that my shoulder had healed so well. Apparently the bug he thought caused it wasn't actually it and he had given me the wrong antibiotic. Oh well, its all good now. i'm back to chasing bad guys... and desecrating graves.
Okay, i suppose that needs an explenation. We were hunting these two armed robbery/attempted homicide suspects. We knew one was in a car that we were tailing and we thought the other one was in this house that butted up against a graveyard. Some of our guys were following the car while one of our guys was hiding behind a tombstone. I was behind a building waiting for the green light from the guy in the graveyard. Next thing i know, buddy is yelling in the radio that the Suspect has left the house, spotted him, and is aggressing him in the graveyard. So another guy and myself and haul A over there, hop out of our cars, and start running through this graveyard at 2am, jumping over tombstones chasing this guy. The suspect sees he's outnumbered and begins running away... and promptly disapears. i mean, this guy just vanishes. Upside was that five minutes later we stopped the car and both the Suspects we were looking for were inside. Still have no idea where the poltergiest went.
On a calmer side of life i decided to visit a presbyterian church this past week. Suppose i must blame Raoul for that. I had a good conversation with the pastor and the congregation seemed suprisingly friendlier than i had expected. Of, course, what i really enjoyed was that a bunch of the guys like to hang out, drink german beer, smoke cigars, and discuss various intellectual topics. Now thats something i can get into. Ah, well, we'll see how it goes....
i must say that i find it ironic that since Lent, and thus my abandonment of alcohol, began i have been struck with several instances in which i wanted nothing more than a glass of scotch... or pinot... or vodka. i know that once Lent is over with the frustrating situations that have plagued my life will disapear and i will no longer have such a desire for a shot of vodka. Though i imagine i will still be craving a glass of pinot...
Went on a date tonight... or, more accurately, attempted to go on a date tonight. She didn't come. Which was slightly disheartening... Though i can't really blame her because it was really an issue of miscommunication. Not that that makes it any less disheartening. The reality is that i am just frustrating with the whole "dating" animal. Its time i pulled out my shotgun and hunted the beast... (and to answer Valparaiso check the previous blog's comments)
Yeah, so last week/weekend was very painful. i noticed about a week and a half ago that there was a small red bump on my shoulder. i didn't think anything of it until i got off the plane in Virginia and my whole arm and shoulder were throbbing with pain. The next four days of my vacation were plagued by this bump on my shoulder that continued to grow in size and its production of pain. It was constant. By the time i flew home i needed someone to carry my luggage. It was about five inches long and almost two inches deep (though i couldn't really tell how deep it was). Saw the Dr. about it first thing in the morning. Discovered it was some kind of cyst or absese or some other medical term which meant "blood pooling." Doc took a look at it and said, "Yeah, we're going to need to lance that." To which i responded,
"You going to what that?"
"I'm going to have to lanc-.... you're not armed are you?"
"No, Doc. Can't even lift a gun it hurts so bad."
"Oh, okay. I'm going to take a scapel and cut your shoulder open to drain the blood."
"Oh! Yeah! You will be knocking me out first."
"Local anesthetic is the best i can do."
"Yeah, you're lucky i'm not armed."
Doc then proceeded to stab me in the shoulder with the anesthetic which took the edge off of what was a very painful little cut. And the blood flowed... oh did it ever flow... The nurse said to me that it looked extremely painful and that if she was having it done she would be screaming. i casually mentioned that if she wasn't in the room and it was just me and the Doc, i would be screaming; but being as she was there i had to maintain a certain level of masculine and law enforcement dignity. i succeded... barely. The shoulder is doing much better now, and i was given hydrocodone (hallelujia chorus). i wasn't supposed to return to work until several days later, after my check up, but i was bored and went back to work anyway. We were running another search warrant and i didn't want to miss out on the fun. Sarg said i could go as long as i wasn't taking any heavy meds like hydrocodone. Yes, he specifically stated "hydrocodone." I casually stated that i hadn't taken any since lunch. Yeah, i was put at the back of the line.
The warrant itself was actually pretty funny because when we served it no one was home. So we all waited inside and whenever someone showed up and opened the door they were greeted with a dozen guns pointed at them. Really wish i would have had a camera for the facial expressions!
Anyway, went back for my check up and the Doc was suprized that my shoulder had healed so well. Apparently the bug he thought caused it wasn't actually it and he had given me the wrong antibiotic. Oh well, its all good now. i'm back to chasing bad guys... and desecrating graves.
Okay, i suppose that needs an explenation. We were hunting these two armed robbery/attempted homicide suspects. We knew one was in a car that we were tailing and we thought the other one was in this house that butted up against a graveyard. Some of our guys were following the car while one of our guys was hiding behind a tombstone. I was behind a building waiting for the green light from the guy in the graveyard. Next thing i know, buddy is yelling in the radio that the Suspect has left the house, spotted him, and is aggressing him in the graveyard. So another guy and myself and haul A over there, hop out of our cars, and start running through this graveyard at 2am, jumping over tombstones chasing this guy. The suspect sees he's outnumbered and begins running away... and promptly disapears. i mean, this guy just vanishes. Upside was that five minutes later we stopped the car and both the Suspects we were looking for were inside. Still have no idea where the poltergiest went.
On a calmer side of life i decided to visit a presbyterian church this past week. Suppose i must blame Raoul for that. I had a good conversation with the pastor and the congregation seemed suprisingly friendlier than i had expected. Of, course, what i really enjoyed was that a bunch of the guys like to hang out, drink german beer, smoke cigars, and discuss various intellectual topics. Now thats something i can get into. Ah, well, we'll see how it goes....
posted by Ida125 at 8:57 PM
15 Comments:
"Aggressing?"
"AGGRESSING?"
I think the grammar queen needs to come out of hiding on that one!
Drop by at some point and show us the scars.
R&Q's M. (and B's, soon to be B&B's)
His words, not mine. He came on the radio and stated, "he is agressing me in the graveyard!"
(his words)
(not mine)
OK, you're forgiven. I knew I'd trained you better than that!
Remember child who grew to adulthood in our house as well as yours,be careful of religions that are written by old men three to five hundred years after the fact that never knew nor heard aramaic....but yet you find correct morality at the end of a gun
dealing with the genetic failures
of our race that prey on the old the sick and the infirm. This is a Jesuit
belief.Please teach it to my Calvinist son...lest he turn out to be Mormon.
P&R&D&soon to be B's D.
Once again, my Father the Eugenecist, everyone.
actually i find it quite amazing how many people speak "Glock," regardless of their religion, ethinicity, or background. When i start speaking "Glock," EVERYBODY understands me.
Mormon??? I seriously do not think so! Scientology, however. . .(just kidding! :) ) Besides, being Presbyterian rocks!! We build wheelchair ramps, and houses, and eat granola, and drink tea. . .and they're great at helping out with changing a tire!
well.. hehe.. not everybody.. :-P
I did read your list... so sweet... I wish you were a little younger.. I have this sister : )
define "a little younger" because i have been told i look young for my age...
and i am so glad to hear presbyterians eat granola, i will now be joining!
Oh, good grief... granola? THAT'S the deciding factor for you when it comes to church involvement? ;)
I think she means, 14, 15-ish, IDA. So uh... younger than what you're thinking.
... unless I'm thinking of the wrong sister?
okay, yeah, that would be too young....
and Raoul, never underestimate the power of granola... expect when compared to dark chocolate and wine.... which given the Catholic church's choice of wine for communion, your granola is being challenged.
nope, he has the right sister... hum... the other one's married!
damn!
When is this blind date supposed to be taking place? I am awaiting details... you are making it difficult to live vicariously through you if you don't provide details of your dates! (or if you don't go on any dates...)
PS Mom says to call her...
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