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Bad guitar player and bad ex-tap dancer. Facing the ravages of age after a bad athletic accident. We'll see where this goes.
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Even though I've been battling over ten chronic health conditions for well over a year, my mind keeps telling me that's all a bad dream. I have the sensation that I'll soon wake up and I'll be that competitive athletic person that existed not that long ago.

This is a damn fine how-do-you-do. Just broke a tooth. And what's more frustrating, I was in the dentist chair twice over the past 2 weeks. Once for a cleaning and the other for a 3-D scan of another problem tooth. I can't catch a break these days.

Since I don't read Fox, my only exposure to comments of Trump Supporters is on Facebook and the WSJ. Each and every day, it amazes me how masses of Americans demonstrate that they are nothing more than Bobbleheads, without an ounce of independent thought and consistent convictions.

What would life be like to not have a new health issue pop up each week? Most likely, I've got PTSD.

My blood pressure range this morning is as low as my IQ. Once upon a time, both my BP and IQ were both in triple digits. Sad trombone.

Once upon a time, I looked forward to retirement. Crafted a bucket list of the things I wanted to enjoy after the 60 hour weeks came to an end. Within eight months after retirement the pandemic hit. Then, my health went south along with most of the items on the bucket list. Life. Is. Not. Fair.

My health predicament on a daily basis is like spinning the "Wheel of Bad Shit That Can Go Wrong."

Like many people, my viewership of television news is way down over the past eight weeks. That not to say that my total viewing time is down. My viewing time of "Leave it to Beaver," "The Joy of Painting" with Bob Ross, and "The Price is Right" is way up.

Just read about a guy who is 110 with no major health issues. Drinks coffee daily & has an occasional beer. No restrictions in his diet. I'm decades younger who has exercised like a fool & watched my diet for decades. Can't drink coffee or alcohol. My health is a train wreck. Genetics.

I'm living proof that one doesn't need TikTok to function. Wait. Maybe I'm not a good example.

A sure sign that one's life is winding down is when the majority of daily mail consists of cremation services, Medicare advantage plans, senior living centers, and will preparation. After skimming through the mail, I'm ready for a couple of Prozac.

Someone needs to hurry up and invent a time machine. Considering all that is happening, for me, I pick heading back to January 1975. Sure, there was no internet and social media, but that sounds pretty good at this point.

One thing is for sure. This country gets an A+ when it comes to rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic over the last few years. Bravo.

I've finally reached the stage on Bluesky where all of my sporadic new followers are young women with a pic showing abundant cleavage with zero posts. That must means something....right?

If I didn't have so many health obstacles, I can guarantee that, otherwise, I would be spending Monday someplace far, far, far away on a tropical beach sipping a fruity drink with one of those little paper umbrellas. Life is cruel.

I've always wondered what are the benefits of gaining an extreme number of followers. For every 1K in followers, is one rewarded with a 10% off coupon for a McRib at Mickey D's?

I've learned that one small improvement in one of my many health woes is always offset by another problem worse than the small gain. And that's my chipper news of the day.

It must be a bad pollen day because I sure feel like I need a head transplant.

It's now been officially over a year since I had a drop of the devil's elixir---alcohol. And, in actuality, it's really been a year and a half since my accident that turned my life upside down. Even though it was great decision to stop, I haven't noticed any changes in the way I feel.

I'm getting good with needles. Once upon a time I was petrified with the thought of a jab. But now, I have to self-administer at least one shot a week. I get a blood draw, on average, once a month. And who could forget my geezer Covid vaccinations of twice per year? I'm a walking pin cushion.

Is the Washington Post following in the footsteps of Twitter?

Listening to Jimmy Carter's funeral. Such a great and decent man. But then, contemplating where this country is headed with the "leadership" it just elected. What the Hell happened? How did we get here?

I'm going to be happy when all of this Christmas candy around the house is gone. Unfortunately, it will be gone the wrong way.

Just returned from a 16 mile ride on my mountain bike. The farthest since my accident. It almost felt like a real ride. No, I'll never get back to those routine rides of 50 to 70 miles given my health and risks that I can't take. But it's nice to get a taste of my old life.

It'll be another dry January for me since I gave up booze over a year ago, shortly after my accident. It was clear that post-accident libations affected my heart rhythm. While I'll always miss a dinner glass of wine or a frosty martini, alcohol is a thing of the past.

I always find it disturbing when people constantly post pics of a significant other on social media and then, without explanation, start featuring a new beau a few weeks later.

Received news this week that I need shoulder surgery. Happy New Year! Same as the old one.

Sometimes, given my medical problems and expenses, I feel like the six million dollar man, without the benefits of bionic parts and vision. As a matter of fact, I don't think any of my medical issues have improved, even with the boatload of expenses.

I may throw caution to the wind and order some Original Recipe KFC and a big Coke. I haven't had it in years since I get easily addicted and, last time, my friends had to do a fried chicken intervention.

A Tom Terrific aspect of having over ten chronic health conditions is that I have to navigate them all by myself. Without a medical degree! Right now, I have 5 different conditions that are candidates for surgery. But how do I do that & still walk out the other end with any quality of life?

Why would Bluesky recommend the Taylor Swift feed to me? I could see Joan Jett, but Taylor?

2024 was by far the worst suckfest of my life. If 2025 moves further down that path, a remote island in French Polynesia will look pretty damn good.

For 2025, "Calgon Take Me Away" is my new mantra.

I remember, 25 years ago, waking up on NY morning and realizing that the world had not come to an end due to Y2K.

My official 2025 New Year's resolution is to stay away from unfiltered cigarettes. Since I've never smoked, this is one, for the first time, I think I can keep.

25 years ago, we celebrated NYE wondering if the lights would go out at the stroke of midnight.

My hope is that one year from now most of us won't be ringing in the new year while living in mud huts and eating grub worms.

Top Ten New Year's Eve Songs... 1. Auld Lang Syne 2. ????

Most memorable NYE? Dancing on a table in a crowded restaurant in Cozumel with a microphone, leading the crowd to several verses of "My Sharona."

New puppy day. Better than Christmas?