BWAHAHA (Blair’s Week Attempts at Haha’s) 4/18 – 4/24: Just as I’m starting to feel better with the upper respiratory infection (which I still have three weeks later), I blow my back out doing trivial shit. Back problems are so weird. I can lift 30lb boxes all day and be just fine and then lean over to grab the garlic powder and be paralyzed for life. This blowout is really bad. It’s actually caused partial paralysis and the pain was (and is) excruciating. Going to the ER wasn’t going to do me any good sitting in those shitty plastic chairs for five hours just waiting for triage. So I opted to go see my regular doctor so I could get a referral to a neurologist. In the meantime, while waiting for that appointment to come around, I’ll just sit here in pain. Thanks American healthcare system! We’re #1! We’re #1! We’re #1!
I’m honored to now be part of the Tornado Wx Chasers team! Providing the public with severe weather alerts, information, and ground truth from chasers and spotters. #ForeverChasing
GF: Why do you always have to argue? Me: What are you talking about? I never argue.
While my back blowout has caused me issues and excruciating pain, it solved two existing issues. Nerves are fickle.
Luckily, I don’t listen to my doctor. My doc said, “Take as needed for pain.” I’d take one every minute and OD if I listened to my doctor!
Nothing says the weekend like Pepsi and Anal Lube.
Switzerland reports that the few citizens who couldn’t read English all drowned yesterday.
BWAHAHA (Blair’s Week Attempts at Haha’s) 4/11 – 4/17: I hate going to the doctor’s office. Primary reason is money. Other reasons are all the lost time sitting in waiting rooms; the high probability that the doctor is going to tell me to do what I’m already fucking doing because I have 43 years of experience dealing with sickness, injuries (oh, and all that EMT training and working in a fucking hospital), etc.; the view of other sick people (seriously, hospitals and clinics are fucking depressing); the pretty damn good chance that a doc-in-the-box or ER doc (because that’s where I have to go since it takes weeks to get an appointment with my “regular” doctor, who I actually only see when I need a fucking physical) is just going to give me antibiotics without even knowing if I have a bacterial or viral problem, thus taking a huge risk of further creating antibiotic resistant bacteria (newsflash creationists, if evolution wasn’t true, we’d all still be using Penicillin); lastly, the chance that I could catch some other bacteria or virus from some asshole in the waiting room who doesn’t know how to cover his fucking mouth when he coughs in public. So yeah, fuck doctor’s offices, hospitals, etc. So with that being said… when I do go to the doctor, you know it’s really bad and probably a 90% chance that the zombiepocalypse would have started if I had not gone.
Shaving your head while sweating is like mowing the grass when it’s wet. #LessonsLearned
Since we know psychic powers are bullshit, why are we so surprised when predictive text fails.
Drenched in sweat, covered in dirt, metal shavings, WD-40, wood chips, and ant eggs. Yep, I’d call that a productive day.
I’m so sick & miserable right now that I think I’d accept an offer of heroin at this point. UGH!
Sickness therapy: water, hot tea with honey, glass of Fireball.
I can’t tell if I put too much cayenne, jalapeno, habanero, or ghost pepper in the sausage.
You’re so fine if I had a heart attack right now, I’d totally Die Hard! #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
You wanna join my Breakfast Club? Join the ranks of those I’ve eaten breakfast with the morning after? #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
I feel like doing a little spelunking. Wanna play Raiders of the Lost Ark? #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
Wanna see my Excalibur? Then you can be my Princess Bride! #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
You really light my St. Elmo’s Fire! #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
If we go go out, there are 3 rules: no bright lights, don’t get me wet, and don’t feed me after midnight. #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
I can tell with you that I won’t just need a condom, but a Full Metal Jacket. #MovieTitlePickUpLines @hsvcomedy
This is how the Apocalypse starts…
Thanks to this picture, no innocent people were charged with the murder of Bob.