I didn’t venture far from home yesterday other than the afternoon jaunt to visit my pulmonary specialist, Dr. DeLeon. My oximeter reading on check-in was a record-high 99, and when she listened to my breathing, she said my lungs sounded clear. I told her about the morning I registered 85 on the oximeter after some, um, strenuous activity. Still, my bigger concern was the occasions when I experienced heavy breathing while inactive and my blood oxygen was in the high nineties normal range. It could be a manifestation of my COPD, but I want to eliminate other possibilities, such as heart problems. To that end, I’m scheduled for an echocardiogram on Tuesday. If my heart checks out okay, I’ll do a pulmonary function test (PFT) to see what my lungs are up to. When I was first diagnosed with COPD eight years ago, I was judged to be at Stage two (of four) of this progressive disease. I’m curious if I’ve gotten worse since then. So, we shall see what the future may bring.
For some reason, I wasn’t in a bar mood at the conclusion of my doctor’s visit, so we came back home. It just felt like The Rite Spot to be, so I headed up to the roof.
Back downstairs, I tried a dish Swan prepared for dinner:
Watched some crap on YouTube to kill an hour, then called it a night. Another Thirstday satiated.
It is both sad and hilarious to see the left freaking out and pretending we don’t have a refugee crisis. They seem to care more about the claim that Haitians are eating pets in Ohio than they do about the murders and gang violence taking place nationwide. Oh, well. At least it is easy to make heads explode with stupid memes these days.
I’ve never really been a cat lover, but I’ve eaten my share of pussy:
In today’s YouTube video, Reekay weighs in on all the negative takes from vloggers lately, some of which I’ve posted here. He calls bullshit on the notion that things are changing for the worse for expats here in the Philippines. In my six years, not much seems different, for better or worse (other than during the scamdemic). Hopefully, I’ve gotten a little smarter when it comes to the ladies. Not to mention lucky in finding Swan. But if you are sending money to someone you’ve never met in person, then yeah, you are dumb. Rule #1 and all.
Let’s see if I can put a smile on your face:
Oh, well. I’ll try again tomorrow. Going to do the SOB today at Wet Spot, so I’d best start getting ready. Hasta la vista!
Not in a bar mood, Mccrawley???? You must be really sick!!!!!!
re: osso bucco
Looks both awesome and like a huge earlobe. But I’ve heard osso bucco tastes amazing, so I’m glad you Dahmered your way through that.
Another Thirstday satiated.
But, as Mike points out, without a bar! This is a rare thing.
At least it is easy to make heads explode with stupid memes these days.
Elect Trump, and maybe he’ll give a quiet thumbs-up to home-grown death squads to clean these fuckers up, put skulls on spears as a warning, and keep the peace.
Going to do the SOB today at Wet Spot, so I’d best start getting ready.
Try not to breathe too hard.
Sorry, my bad: osso buco, not bucco. I’m terrible with all the doubled letters in Italian.
Piazza della Reppublica? Piazza della Repubblica? Christ.
Swan has some kitchen talent, that’s for sure. A pleasant surprise almost daily.
I like the social aspects of bars, but being alone on the roof is a nice change of pace now and then.
It’s scary to think that people are so sick with TDS that they prefer to watch Kamala and her puppet master destroy our country.
Mike, taking an occasional break makes the bars even more fun!