LittleBill

And if the laws aren't bad enough, people keep trying to out Herod Herod, heaping extra rules, procedures, blah blah blah on top. And it all makes no sense when taken as a whole. For example, this pharmacy has all sorts of extra Draconian rules set up. BUT! After all the crap they put a person through to get his pills, they will hand those pills to ANYONE who shows up and knows his birthday! Now, some might say, "Well how many people would know that?" The same people who would know he is taking those pills, that's who. The same people who might see that as an opportunity to grab them for herself. Oh wait. I slipped there.

Most impressive! (Said in a Darth Vader like voice which I am sure you would recognize)

Apparently, Mrs LittleBill played the part of Typhoid Mary yesterday. That is what my research indicates. Today started off well enough. I was getting some work done prior to leaving for the gym, when suddenly all my internal organs decided to rebel in one way or another. I am talking about my digestive tract. For the first time since I was in the hospital, my stomach got very queasy. Further down, on the alimentary canal, traffic got all out of sorts. Then I started feeling lightheaded, with my eyes burning. I sat down at my desk and reviewed my eating/drinking activity for the day, thinking I might have activated the dreaded dumping syndrome. I don't even know if I can do that with a sleeve, although there have been many fingers wagged, along with baleful glares and stern warnings at the dotor's office. I didn't do anything that would have caused that. I messaged Mrs LittleBill, telling her I was not feeling great, or even good, and especially not well. It was then that she revealed to me that the yesterday, she had had similar symptoms. So at least it was not self inflicted. Now I am sitting here at home feeling poorly, and there isn't much to do. I've plowed through as much new content as I can stand, caught up with all my friends on Facebook, and that's about all I'm up for. I don't even have any comfort food around, and if I did, I probably wouldn't mention it here. Who knows who might swoop in to remonstrate me? Kick a man when he's down? Not me! I don't think I'll expire from this, but if no one ever hears from me again... What do you all do when you are down and sick?

@@Miss Impala Oh yeah, the issues surrounding psuedoephidrine are incredible. I buy the stuff about once every three or four years, and I have to submit ID, be checked out, etc, because I MIGHT be running a meth lab on those 24 tablets. I understand the issue of addicts very well too. That part of the story did not get told, but I am well aware of it.

I love my caffeine. But when I was approaching the pre-op diet, I switched to half caf, and then to decaf, and drank it black just to be sure. I have a story behind that, but I won't tell it now. I had a couple of headaches, but within a couple of weeks post op, I was back to my caffeine habit with no issues at all.

The only spinning involved with me goes on in my head if I push my reps too hard. I am thinking it is either low BP or low sugar. (I was going to abbreviate that as BS, but everyone knows I don't have low BS).

In another post, I mentioned that I had joined a gym for the first time in my life. I grew my muscles the old fashioned way, by hard work. As I am getting older, work isn't all that hard anymore. Maybe that's because I do less of it. So I joined up to lift some weights, perhaps ride a machine or two, and get back in shape. And, the gym has a pool. We used to have a pool here at the LittleBIll compound, but it started to rust out, so it is no more. It was only good for floating around with a beer anyway. Besides, swimming outside in December isn't exactly my idea of fun, or even sanity. I've been there about two weeks now, and have had several adventures there. One thing that is included in the swingeing fees they charge is a couple of appointments with a personal trainer. They set me up with a young gentleman whose father is four years younger than I am. It is an interesting relationship. He is not quite sure what to make of me, and I am taking orders from someone younger than my own children. I had my initial appointment with him shortly after joining up. I was supposed to meet with him last week, but had to reschedule due to squirrelus interruptus. Today we met up again so he could take me through a personalized workout plan. I learned a few things. One, I had been just moving weights around on the various machines up until today. He walked me through a bunch of exercises, starting out with the exercycle, or whatever they call it. Then it was squats. I felt like telling him when you get older, you do lots of them anyway. I kept my mouth shut though, because I didn't want to give him the impression I thought he didn't know squat. I was a little miffed at the weights he was suggesting for me. "I thought, I can lift way more than that!" Well lemme tell you something. By the time I was done, I was lucky to be lifting my feet off the floor. The last exercise probably made the least sense, but it was kind of fun. I had to take a 10 lb medicine ball, lift it over my head, and then hurl it to the floor with all my strength. I told him, "I'm already good at this one!" Every now and then something goes wrong in the shop and a piece of wood will impact the floor at near relativistic velocity. It doesn't improve my situation any, but it makes me feel better. By the time I did 10 reps of that though, I was ready to quit. Fortunately, it was the last thing on the list, and he was expecting my reaction. He told me I did better than he expected. Either that means I am in better shape than I thought, or I look even worse than I am. I will choose to believe the former rather than the latter. There's no way I am going to join the musclehead crowd though. That's the group of guys there who spend what looks to be most of their life pumping Iron. Some of them have bulging muscles in their eyelids. I am going to have to stop looking in the mirror there though. I understand it is good for proper form, but it also keeps reminding me that right now I sort of look like a snowman in the sun with the way the weight is sluffing off of various parts, and none of it symmetrically.

The neat hourglass is a better housekeeper.

Thank you. I appreciate manners too, and when I encounter young'uns who insist on calling me by my first name when they are the same age as my children, I remind them - sometimes forcefully - that as far as they are concerned, my first name is Mister. But the ones who are respectful, like this trainer, are asked to call me by my given name. I was back at the gym today, and sort of in a fog looking for the one machine I was supposed to do some reps on. All of a sudden he was standing there next to me asking what I needed help with. We had a nice conversation for a few minutes, he pointed out the machine, and then went back to what he was doing. I really appreciate that.

As long as you don't write again later on to tell us you are pregnant. Thank you though, and I am better. I actually made it to the gym today, and did not pass out or soil my garments. I consider that a success. I had some serious adventures today. I have some chores to do first, but I feel a story brewing.

Well, no. Not really. But I do see your point. This is a good example of why multiple points of view from people with different backgrounds is so important.

I was as skeered at a little kid. Bravery is fear hanging on just a little longer. Good luck with your own new beginning!

When stuff like this happens to me, I become a giant pain in someone's rear end. I will call every day, a couple of times a day, or go there in person if someone is dragging their feet or otherwise not doing their job. It should not take this long for someone to call you.

Here's my dead animal picture that I took my very own self. I was taking a student to lunch at a local diner and we passed this guy on the way. We stopped to take his picture on the way home. While I was taking it, the painting crew came by. They had no smiles for me. They probably thought I was going to turn them in. The caption reads, "Mr Skunk may be dead and gone, but he is sporting a fresh new stripe."

@@smyleetn Thank you!

I was a little lazy today. We had a cat. Mrs LittleBill is allergic (even though she picked out most of our cats) and said no more.

@@angie311 Thank you. I have no idea what it is. I found it on the web. Isn't is a great picture?

I'm not actually doing nothing. I'm just not doing either stuff that needs doing and I want to do. I've got bunches of little stuff that needs doing that I don't want to do. So I am doing that. Paperwork, cleaning my desk, stuff like that. Wow Adriant, I hope they get that straightened out for you soon! My malady pales compared to yours. Hopefully you will see some improvement soon. As things settle down in your insides, you should. Thanks, and have a good trip!

Yikes! I hope it comes out well for you. I am two months and a few days out, and things have gone very well for me. I think I just caught a bug from the Missus. She works in a cube farm, so there is almost always some sick slob wandering about . She was over it in a day, so I am hoping for the same.

Not much to add, but when I first contemplated this surgery, I thought my cooking days were over. That is not the case. I am just cooking things a little differently. And like @@OKCPirate says, a little bit of food goes a lot further now.

Even when I was a (skinny) kid in high school, I had to buy two twist bands whenever I bought a watch. We would take several links out of the second band to make the first one big enough. According to one chart, I should be around eight feet tall. Either that, or I am going to have to shrink down in weight to when I was in 9th grade. That ain't happening.

Thanks, @@reree6898! I am sitting here with the dog and trying to figure out how to get my pictures onto Instagram. I am pretty sure I will survive.

There's fussing back and forth here? Thanks @Raymia. I don't always know the lingo. I'm old, you know.

What's an OG? Ober Guru?