Hoorah! Yuck Hay! Suuuper! Extrafuckin' ordinary!

I got my results from my x-ray back. After forty-six years of smoking to beat the band, and like a chimbley... my lungs look very pretty and normal, thank you very much.... My trick was from quitting the last time and gaining 40 pounds, don't inhale it into your lungs. Just take it in and blow it out, to curb appetite.

I could do a snoopy dance... if I didn't feel so well....

But I was afraid of what the results would be when I picked it up today. Some bad news... a slight curvature of the spine that comes from bending over non-ergonomic desks and studying for two decades.... As if I didn't know.

And oh yes, my nipple piercing looks really cool in the full back position....

So I happily hopped over to my GP and presented him with the result, and said, 'This isn't solving my problem.'

He was blasé as ever, and told me the x-rays are MINE. To keep them... in other words. And is sending me to a lung specialist. Hokay... And if that doesn't bring results, I get to do another EEG. With the internist I most hate in the world.

(I am so upset that my biological mother isn't alive. She was always harping on me to send a recent picture. So the last time I got an x-ray, I sent her my latest 'picture'. She stopped harping, and yes, I really did that. She wasn't usually very nice. Now I have no one to send them to.)

The second 'hooray!' is that W., my couch critter, didn't get put in jail today. He showed up at 6:30 this morning and was shaking in his shoes. He misread his summons and thought it was a preliminary hearing, but it was the TRIAL.

Set for ten a.m.

Oh, he was upset... you get a free defense attorney if you get accused of something, and he just let it go... thinking it was a preliminary hearing. Except it wasn't.

And he gave me a lot of stuff for safe-keeping, and so on. He was so wrecked mentally, I thought, 'oh, you are going to do something SO STUPID...'

So I calmed him down as best I could, and then I did something I never did before.

I gave him a very close hug, and said, 'keep your head up, and don't let anyone get you down.' And added, 'That wasn't a come-on, just concern.'

So ten o'clock rolled around, and I was biting my fingernails. He didn't want me there.

And from all my babbling, I think I gave him his out this morning.

Because I was thinking for a change... The accusation is that he beat up his girlfriend. He crashed at my house, totally paranoid. And landed on my floor for another three weeks. But if it was if they describe in the legal brief, that he beat up on a woman. He reveres women. He would never hurt one.

If that had happened, she would have scratchted, bit, hit him everywhere it hurts, and he would have turned up with the bruises to prove it.

He never did.

She is after something, and it is usually money.

Whatever, it looks like I am going to court (again...) as a witness (again...) but what the hey...

Meanwhile, he is still free.

Stones dropped from my heart.