Should I confess that I haven’t been good about taking the right amount of medication for about a year or so, could be more, could be less.
Doc prescribed blood pressure medicine a while back and then increased my dosage which sounds easy but was complicated by the need to cut pills in half.
Turns out there was a pill cutter in the house which I think might have been purchased for the dog’s meds some years ago but I am not certain about that either.
Never bothered to ask how we got it, I picked that sucker up and did my best to cut a bunch of pills in half and found that it was a pain because the things had a habit of moving.
Sometimes I cut them properly and sometimes they weren’t so there were times my dosage got messed with and times where I didn’t bother and just took one.
One time the dog gave me a look and I told him that if I dropped dead because of this it would be as big a surprise to me as to him.
He wagged his tail and I told him if it happened he should make up a good story about the circumstances.
“You know some people will question it, but a bunch will shake their heads and say they knew that Wilner guy was just crazy enough to do it. He jumped off of the roof in his fifties, he’ll do anything.”
Black Friday came and went and I made a couple of purchases, a fancy pair or dress shoes and a pill cutter.
I didn’t plan on buying the shoes but they were $70 dollars less than normal and I went for it. I am a 11.5 triple EEE or sometimes a 12 depending on how the shoe is made.
If you are unfamiliar with mens shoes it means I have large feet that aren’t quite as wide as long, but they are close.
It also means I almost never purchase shoes online because I really need to try them on first to confirm fit, that off the shelf/rack stuff almost never works for me.
But I own a few pairs of this brand and am optimistic these will work and if they don’t, Bezos can have them back.
Beyond that I made a $22 contribution to the economy for a new French press for my coffee and a couple of books for a new pill cutter.
The latter arrived today and worked beautifully. Not only did it make it easy to cut but I was able to do a bunch at once.
Now that I got the new doohickey it probably means the doc will reduce my script when I see him in January.
Today I was in a particular sort of mood and decided I would go do battle online with folks who think calling me a Zionist is an insult.
Got called a bigot, kike, motherfucker and a host of other names and shrugged it off and kept hammering some people who have since blocked my relentless onslaught.
Those names don’t define nor hurt me. Hell, if you call me a motherfucker I often agree and respond with “how do you think I became a father.”
It is a bit juvenile but I have found it a simple way to take the piss out of their vinegar. Made me think about the old man who rode me a bit at times when I was younger and called me Rabbit Ears.
That chapped my hide quite a bit but mainly because it was my father saying it. Suppose I need to qualify it for people so you understand it had nothing to do with the size of my ears, it was a reference to being too sensitive.
Told that story to someone a while back and they said I was raised with toxic masculinity. I didn’t tell them about the time my father told me to try to avoid taking the first swing but to make sure I hit them back harder than they hit me.
I suspect if you took a poll of the men of my generation most of us will have similar stories especially when it comes to playing sports and being told to just walk it off.
Kind of ties in with We’ll Do It Again & Sooner Than You Think.
There are multiple stories of the role women played in defending Israel on October 7, Black Shabbat. I shared one story four weeks or so ago with my daughter and that was her response, “Girl Power.”
I shared this one with her today and told her to watch the videos. I wanted her convey several things to her.
It was a horrible day and has changed the course of Jewish life and history. I want her to recognize we are not victims and that everyone played a role in fighting for us.
I wanted her to see that women were a big part of that and that many of those women are about her age. I also wanted her to recognize that studying for finals is a pain-in-the-ass but it could be worse.
She hasn’t complained about finals nor said anything that leads me to think that she sees herself or us as victims.
But given some of the talk I have heard I want her to understand we have every right to be fiercely proud of who we are.
We are not claiming to be any better than anyone else because we are not. We are all human and no one will be allowed to take our humanity or to try to make us feel small.
Those people will break long before we do, ask the Romans, the Nazis or pharoah if you can find him.
We got a bunch of our people back, but there are more to come. It is time to bring them all home now.