Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Very Own Heart Attack

My very own Heart Attack
At 70 I am fishing here and camping there and just full ahead with motorcycle trips. I never let the fact that I was a type 2 diabetic slow me down in the least.
I eat like an uninformed man and just increased my insulin intake, if and when I would to take it.
One day I stopped for Ice Cream and after eating that I bought a big bar of Milky Way, I got in my camper and was driving away with an increasing pain in my chest right there where that big pumper is. I just kept driving until the pain got all the way to my throat and I couldn't swallow. I was near Duke University in Durham NC.
I thought, well I will drive by the V A Hospital and get something for this heartburn.
I had a hell of a time parking that camper and my dog Molly was in it, along. A Doctor took a listen and before I knew it, I had needles poking in me an EKG machine with all those wires and tubes poked in my veins.
Well here it is about a month later, and I am home recovering, yes Molly is fine, you can rest assured that I saw that she was taken care of before they admitted me.
Anyway a month later, and I am getting serious about my health problems. I am so dang weak. My head wants to do something but the heart says “Whoa Boy, I aint going along with this activity.”
Now this is one fine mess I got myself into this time, and no one to blame it on but myself. How the heck can I lie out of this one.
Now let me explain something to you, diabetes can't kill me, however, it destroys the organs in ones body. In my case it got a hunk of my heart, a big chunk of it that is dead and I can't fix it, there is no way to bring it back to life. Now I have to live with my own stupidity.
Us face a fact! I created this heart disease, I am the one that killed it, it is mine. It is like a child, I have to love, there is no choice. I must take care of my heart just like it did the other offspring's I had. With loving care and tender mercy.
I know that exercise will help, but as I said I am so weak, I am just worn out and if I try to do anything at all my legs just give away and my heart starts pounding and begins to hurt. I quits hurting when I pop a nitro pill.
I have been to classes with many vets who are diabetics. 99% of us are fat. I call that the mouth and elbow problem. Eating! Damn it diabetes is what you eat. Stop it. My eating habits is what is gonna kill me.
Kinda like smoking, anyone can stop smoking, it takes a man to face death. Same goes for eating.
So you just go on bending that elbow as it lifts a fork up to your mouth carrying all that sodium and sugar. I am sure there is a hospital near you.
As for me, I am on my way to the morgue, yep, I made out a living will. Damn, I wanted to get even with my only son, who by the way is taking care of me and Molly now.
Did you know that parents are really dumb. My Son says to me “Dad remember what you taught me.” What ever you teach them will come back to haunt you.
I got to close now. It is dinner time, I am having a nice thick, fat steak with a large baked potato with butter and sour cream and sweetened with sugar, fresh picked wild blackberry cobbler. I think I will have a shot of scotch first and maybe a beer or two with that steak.
Sincerely Yours,
Ignorant
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Saw my Doctor today

I went to my Doctor today for my annual physical,
While standing there neked as a jay bird, my doc looked at me, shook his head and said "Damn"
I said, "What is it doc? Some fatal disease? You have to tell me. I just got to know.
He said, No! You just don't look good neked any more.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The life of a Camp Host

My retired life and my camping habits afford me a wealth of information about people and life in general. I want to focus on the pleasures I am enjoying in this phase of my life.

Being a work camper host means that when I visit a campground, I work for my keep, generally speaking I have to work between 10 and 25 hours a week, for free camping (let me point out here that I really like state and federal sites,) and those places need volunteers like myself.
Camp host jobs vary I like to volunteer at grounds that offer full hook ups thats water, electricity, cable tv and internet. Now I am not into ruffing it I have all the conviences that I have at home, just smaller. But then I have all that new open space. Many Georgia state parks offer all this for about 30hours a week work or if I don't want to work it cost me between $10 to $20 a night with my federal Golden Age Pass.

Now I meet some of the most wonderful folks, retired people like myself, just loafing around. Young families with energetic children just having fun with their bikes, skates and swimming attire. I meet all age groups, people just out in nature, partying, cooking out, eating and having all kinds of fun activities.

As a camp host part of my job is to socialize and to insure safety. Another part is be familiar with the area and provide information.
Forget about taking a vacation and spending it in a hotel room, that's not for me

In your mind, come take a walk with me as I preform my camp host duties, we can walk or we can ride in a golf cart, we'll take the cart and pick up trash as we go along. This campground is full with 80 sites to care for. There are mountains full of waterfalls and small rivers that empty into a lake with a beach. The air is so fresh, wildlife is abundant, and everybody is so friendly, relaxed, unstressed and just busy enjoying life and the good things it has to offer.
At the very first camp site we come to, we meet a young family with two children and they are just getting ready to eat a meal of hot dogs and hamburgers, and of course the husband grilled enough to feed half the campground. And it is imperative that we sample the special sauce on a burger.
Now when it comes to eating, I am not modest and gladly accept their offer. The conversation is very interesting. The husband is a shipping clerk and his wife is a waitress. The children are in school. They are on a two week vacation and traveling along the Blue Ridge Parkway. They have a large tent and a small tent for the kids, which is set up, but we all know that when it gets dark those kids are moving in with Mom and Dad. Especially when I tell the family not to leave any food outside because this is bear country and we have those pest called skunks and raccoons. Boy what a mess they can make.
I spend a wonderful hour with that family, they were so interesting. Now if I spend an hour with each camper it will take me about 80 hours to make my rounds. But that is no worry, I am a volunteer.

The next site we come to is a retired couple that lost most of their savings in the wall street rip offs. But they just cut this huge watermelon and boy it does look good. Of course when it come to food, I am not modest. I spend an hour and fifteen minutes learning from them. 78 more camp sites to cover. The next 10 campers were gone so I am making up time.

But my goodness here is a group of local people camping out, playing guitars, banjos, fiddles and dulcimers. We are invited to eat, sing and dance. They are dancing, singing and there is a row of tables 20 feet long with any kind of homemade food you can think of. Ice chests chucked full of coke, beer and some homemade squeezings. Good healthy food and remember I aint modest about chow.

It is getting dark time to quit anyway so I think I will wait till Monday to clean up the campgrounds, most everybody will be gone. And it will be quite and peaceful till next weekend.
I have to make sure that it is quite at 10pm and all the sites are secure.
Campers are so cooperative. I have been doing camp hosting for about 10 years and even the worst drunk I ever met turned off his music and went quietly to his camper when I asked. I am glad about that because he sure was a big fellow.

I wish I hadn't eaten so much and did I mention that Molly's, my dog, belly is so full of spare ribs bones, treats and even ice cream.
There is no reason for a camp host to make coffee or breakfast in the mornings because everybody else is cooking. And did I mention modest around food.

Now it is Monday afternoon and this beautiful place is almost vacant and there is very little cleaning up to do. Everyone has left their site better than it was when they came. I better check the bathrooms for toilet paper. Then I need to take a hike along this 4 mile trail to make sure there is no litter.
“Come on Molly us go for a walk”

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Being a Father

Being a Father:

I miss my pop too, but I did get a nice hug from my only son, he turned out to be someone I am very proud of. That means I done something right in my life.
He was born in 1964 and I was just 25 myself, full of piss and vinegar and my own life in front of.
What the hell am I going to do with a kid? I know, I thought to myself. I'll let his mama worry about that.
So being a young soldier. I thought the best thing I can do for him right now is make America a safer place for him to grow up. That I did.
Yes I did do more than my share for him, I had that Vietnam crap, Castro, and all that Russian shit to put up with.
I helped back them all down.
But I don't want to talk about that because today, I want to Bragg about my best lifetime achievement. My one and only child, a son.
We are best friends, we are together a lot, and when I get the opportunity to introduce him, well, I guess it is my pride in him that stand out the most.
With most of the credit going to his mother for instilling, honesty, intelligent, character, trustworthiness and all those good things that make a man stand out in a crowd. All that, reflects on a Dad.
Well my boy, went on and got his education, became a Marine, and served America with honors. Today, he is still serving this great American system of freedom by being a correction officer in our prison system.
My son has a son. His son has a son.
Today is Father's Day. I am a Father, a grandfather and a great grandfather. Add the word proud to each father.
The most outstanding day of my life began on July 17 1964, the day I became a Father.
Thank you Jesus.

Big "O"


From AP: President Barack Obama is too smart to say it, but he wants his presidency back. He framed his address and BP's creation of a $20 billion compensation fund as a turning point when the public regained confidence in Obama's response to the Gulf disaster whose negative effects are spreading along with the crude oil.

The crisis has cost Obama quite a bit, on focus. He'd rather devote his time to push jobs legislation, his health care plan, develop an energy package, tend to two wars and deal with other priorities.
For all the hype attached to the speech, Obama did himself a lot better when he announced the $20 billion BP-financed fund to cover the mounting costs to those whose lifes has upended. I have heard $20M and $20B, which is it. It doesn't matter, you and I both know it is just $20.00.

The $20 recovery fund shows that Obama can do some rock solid problem-solving.
I wonder who was behind all this, I wonder who is the acting pupet master? For Obama to take action that could help citizens. We need to elect that person President.

The Movement


Concerned Americans trying to find their voices, and a way to channel their disgust. For some, anger has now turned to action.
It is the kind of action that helping the tea party movement.
We've heard, time and again, the characterizations in the news media, from some Democrats and, in certain cases, from our own friends and relatives — about how "those tea party-ers" are just angry voters venting about economic hard times, or we're confused, uneducated and easily influenced, or we're extremists, or, worst of all, we're racists.
To hear what motivates us, is to begin to understand what's going on in American politics in 2010.
Turns out that we have plenty to yell about. "Why are we in such dire straits?"
"This is not the direction that the country is supposed to be going," I say, financial bailouts, the stimulus bill, health care, immigration, foreign companies drilling for oil in the US. "Things are changing at warp speed in a way that's not going to be good. People are getting more involved.
I have gone from apolitical to antiestablishment activist.
What is my ultimate goal? "To make sure that I'm represented by people who are looking out for our rights and upholding the Constitution. ... And, if they don't, to make sure we have infrastructure to really take them out rather than have these thugs that are in there for 4, 8 years."
Whether the issue is damage claims from the Gulf or jobs created in Ohio, the public is hungry for tangible results
When I last voted for president that "CHANGE" I voted turned out to "'Change' (equals) More Debt, More Taxes, More Welfare, More Regulation, More Government, More Wasteful spending, MORE CORRUPTION. Yes I voted for you, you damn crook.Thanks Mr. President. You lying bastard.
This is how momentum — a "movement," even — can grow. Myself, on the ground, talking to others, writing this inspiring action and influencing votes.
Please read about the "Tea Party" and consider membership. We cannot accomplish anything along. But remember this, United We Stand.