Well . . . . . that was fun! After spending two full days securing the house . . . in the absence of specific info regarding the possibility of storm serge and flooding, we bailed out, and went to my office in Palm Beach Gardens. Stayed there Friday night, Saturday and Saturday night, and finally left on Sunday morning while it was still blowing. Couldn't take it any more. We hadn't planned on being there so long . . . so we had to sleep two nights on the hard floor. The building lost power Saturday night . . . the storm raged like hell, but at least those of us here were safe. The house came through with minor damage. We were without power until Tuesday night. Sure felt good to take a shower this morning, before I came in to work. We had to throw out all the contents of our refrigerator and both freezers . . . . what a waste. It was very hot yesterday . . . I don't know which was worse - the lack of A/C . . . or the total lack of anything cold to drink. We have a "boil order" on our water for now . . . but at least we have water . . . lots of people don't have water or electricity, or gasoline. Soooo . . . its gonna be a while before things are normal . . . but its getting better.
The appearance of things has certainly been changed in the area. Bottom line . . . we were all very fortunate this wasn't a category 4 storm. As long as it sat on us . . . there wouldn't be anything left.

As of Wednesday morning, my house is in an expanded evacuation area. Great! Fucking hurricanes! This morning's paper, talks about the fact that there seems to be nowhere safe for local residents to go. They even recommend against people driving up toward Orlando, because the storm could go there too. Soooo . . . . unless we can all "mind bend" the storm to turn north . . . we can pretty much stick our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye!

Well . . . my good choloresteral went down, my bad cholesteral went down . . . . but my total cholesteral fucking went up??? Go figure! So now I'm taking Zocor, and I have to repeat my bloodwork every three months, to track my progress. You know what that means . . More stabbings! After the butchering I took at the lab last time . . . I just can't wait! My freakin' cholesteral was 268 . . . I know people who are in the three and four hundreds. O.K. . . . Fine! Diet and exercise. How about I need to get laid? Who's worrying about that?

Well . . . these past two days have been medical office hell. Yesterday morning, I had a 10:00 AM appointment with a dermatologist, to look at a little thing on my face. He finally graced me with his presence at 11:15. He assured me that it was nothing to worry about, but he insisted on taking a slice for biopsy. Oh yeah, and while we were at it, he found 3 "micro"moles on my back, and insisted we take a slice of those as well. So, out comes the hypodermic needle with a local anesthetic, and "bam" he jams the needle into my face. Nice! Then he jams the needle into the middle of my back. Very nice! Then we slice and dice, slap on the bandaids, and away we go. My second Drs. appointment, was at 6:00 PM. Nothing wrong, mind you, but they were holding my Nexium prescription hostage, until I'd come in for a visit. Well, this doc graced me with his appearance at 7:15 PM. BTW - there wasn't anyone else waiting. So he pokes and prods, gives me shit about not coming in for a year, sticks his finger up my ass, and sends me packing. since it was too late to take blood, I had to go to the lab at 7:30 this AM. After waiting 20 minutes (again no one else there) this technician invits me into her web . . . . must have been her first time . . . . she put the needle into my arm at least seven times trying to find a vein . . . finally finds one and says the blood isn't flowing very well. I suggested that if she let the pressure off the tournequet, my blood might actually flow into the vein! Aarrghh! Stay tuned . . . . I just know I'm gonna get shit about my cholesterol levels.

O.K. . . . . so the next thing I learned about this site . . . . is how much fucking time I can blow here! At first I was insatiable - couldn't get enough . . . read 'till I was blind. I'm sure everyone in the office has noticed that I'm glued to the computer . . . and not productively. Well, I scoped out many boards & comments . . . Joined a couple, for starters . . . have exchanged notes with a couple of people . . . .still don't have any friends (am I not worthy?). . . being new around here, is similar to having leprosy, or so it seems. Fine! I'll just keep on keepin' on . . . 'till I wear someone down, and they actually acknowledge me.

O.K. . . . I guess I had to get around to this sooner or later. So what the heck am I doing here? I don't mean that in an etheral sort of way . . . like "why is there air?", but if you told me six months ago I'd be participating in this site . . . I'da thought you were nuts. I honestly stumbled onto this site, searching the net for pics of girls with tattoos and piercings (gotta love 'em). As I've posted somewhere already . . you guys harbor the mother load right here. However, the next thing I did, was join the site, and read lots of the topics and postings. Well, surprise surprise . . . what I really found here was a very diverse group of intelligent, talented, interesting people, who are not afraid to share their thoughts, beliefs, and dreams. Refreshing, to say the least. Sooo . . . I'm gonna stick around for a while, and see how this goes. Thanks to all of you, for making this a new adventure, not just a web site!