Fuzzy's Romp Room

Hugs to Crog - hope it all goes well. We'll be waiting for you. The bus will be rockin in the hospital parking lot!

Dumb questions? Oh yeah. My favorite: "How ARE you????" Uh...alive? "You look GREAT!!!!" So...I looked terrible before?

I'm only now really wrapping my head around the fact that I have to think about this for the rest of my life...and no, they don't get that part. 

I'M FEELING RADICAL TODAY!  So, watch out folks!  Here it comes!!!  

DUCKY, well now, I'm glad you got thru that rough patch, but you scared me, hon.  I can identify with that dark place, darker still since it's night.  Pain messes up my sleep, and while I fall asleep easily, I'll go thru these periods where I wake up after just a few hours of sleep, with 2 a.m. my record.  But as for my emotions about it, I get mad AND I get even!  Ha!  So, what I do is, I just go about my "morning" as usual, fix coffee and eat cereal, altho I DO wait to feed the dog and let him out a little later, and I come in here on the computer and fool around, take some pills and have a snack, bang on the guitar or piano, and on it goes UNTIL DAWN!  I do dearly love sunrise.  Often I will finally go to sleep then, altho by then, I'm roaring, so I can't let go.  Soooooo, I'm just saying, when you get frustrated and annoyed because sleep is elusive, just move right along as tho nothing had happened, accept you'll feel like crap for the rest of the day until you get in a nap, and focus on things you like.

May I say something else about it?  I was amazed your age of 77.  I am 61 and I already know I will not make it to 70 (death date is October 2020, birth was November), so lights out just a month before my birthday.  So, you are already waaaay past where I'll ever be.  I remember when I worked for a printing company in the art department as editor, and I had to read a book written by a local man who was 100+ years old and edit it.  Well, I got all involved in this old guy, and I really laughed when he said when he was in his early 90s, he went scuba diving in Hawaii with his new girlfriend.  WOW.  Well, one day I was zooming out of that company's parking lot, and outta nowhere here comes the old guy out of the visitor lot, he was being driven, and I swear I came so close to hitting him that my heart lept out and still I don't know where it is!  I CARED ABOUT THAT MAN.  Who was I to cut him off in the "prime" of his life!?!  Ha!  So, 77, you're a youngster, still, and if you don't like how your life is treating you, make a plan, set a goal, dream a dream, and as I quote waaaay too much, a wonderful blues singer, John Mayer, he says in a song, "Dreams, I got dreams to remember."  See, if you live your daydreams, you will be able to sit back and remember them.  That's half the fun of being older for me.  When I get tired and cannot move around like I want, I just remember things that make me smile.  I GO THERE.  Beaches on the Mediterranean, the heavenly height of the arches in THE cathedral in London, so high the doves fly around in there, with famous people buried at my feet, and the train rides to so many places, the rocking and clicking, the busy depots, getting lost in Harlem before I was 20 and seeing Grant's Tomb...later I bought a paperweight with a picture of the tomb and Grant's head portrait floating above, very strange... Sorry, I got a little self-indulgent, but you get the picture.  I mean, today I need at least two weeks or three before I can even begin to make a plan to do something different, but sometimes...sometimes I just wobble up the dirt road to the little pine woods belonging to my neighbor, and wander through there just to walk on the orange needle path and feel lost.  You can too. 

CINDY (crog), I suspect this time they'll get the last of those stooopid clot clogs and find perhaps other possible clog sites, nuke those too, and by golly they'll straighten the WHOLE THING OUT once and for all today.  Hope they give you some decent pain drugs.  Of course, last time I had surgery and pain drugs, I forgot my teeth when I showed up at the hospital, and I was feeling SO FINE postop that I almost called my folks to come by (they don't know I don't have teeth), but luckily I didn't call them... WHAT IN THE WORLD would I have done, explaining no teeth!!!

My visit with brother and family and my nephew, who had bone cancer at age 17, well, I told everyone I was over with the whole cancer routine, no longer an issue, and a little later nephew and I got to comparing scars, and Dad even got in there with his scar, and nephew pulled up his shirt to show his VERY long scar where they dug cancer out of his lungs, and I said I couldn't pull up my shirt, and we did all laugh and laugh.  We were all so tired of all this.  I think we blew it away.

Which reminds me, and then I MUST shut up, but hey, I gotta get this joke in, VERY disrespectful, but cannot resist, and that's while you people are giving away perfectly good boobs and whatnot, why not hand out a lung transplant? perhaps a femur, and throw in a few brains?!  Hahaha.  Yup, come to the cancer booth, we're all getting it everywheres, so might as well do some good with all our appendages!  Hahahaha.  Oh, aren't I just AWFUL.  Well, we could all use some cheer, and I mean no harm.  Because I love my sisters, thru and thru, boobless or hairless, I'll take you all, in the freedom bus, and we'll visit everyone who is suffering and sad and open up the traveling Romp Room show, to yuk it up, fuk it up, and group hug it up.  Huggies all around, I love my sisters, Gail 

Ugh, Fuzzy, I just smashed my head on the computer screen!  Ouch!

My head is always "up my ass"..........isn't that where it's suppose to be...............hmmm, now I know why I never see daylight.....................Now that I know that, I will remove it, and maybe can stop taking those FUKITOL" pills I take everyday............................

Thanks guys - I am so worried for her, I really appreciate it.  I was joking with her this morning when she called to tell me that we need some voodoo and someone to sage her house, her car, and anything else they can think of!  Her run of really bad luck has to end - I am not sure how much more she can take and she was so scared and crying - we all know that feeling, don't we?  I tend to be kind of a bulldog when it comes to protecting people I love, that is why I called - and yet I look so sweet....not!  I was actually surprised at how receptive they were and the mammography director promised me to communicate with the folks that will see her today and let them know her fragile emotional state.  I am on pins and needles waiting for her to call me back.

Oh my. Not only are we jumping in her pocket, but the bus is headed her way. What a terrible spurt she's going through. So sorry to hear this. My prayers are with her. She's so lucky to have you as her friend.

Great news SpecialK. It is always so scary now in light of what we know that it is hard not to imagine the worst.

I was about to run out and try to catch that bus.  So happy for your update on your friend SpecialK.  Instead I've said a prayer for her and will keep her in my heart and prayers.

SpecialK very happy to hear that things may be changing for your friend. Hopefully one piece of good news wll be followed by another and another!! Still praying for the best for her!

Blessings welcome aboard! I totally understand the feeling.

fuzzy...Wishing you Peace for tomorrow.

Do you want us in the pocket bus or you prefer to deal with this privately?♥

Hey, good luck Fuzzy.........................I'm right there with you, in fact, I 'm driving the pocket bus..................hugs

Special K, im glad your friend is ok! I just got a similar call tonight from one of my best friends, old business partner. Her mother had died of breast cancer, as we later discovered after my dx. She had a mx, and that was it! No known cause, stage anything! It was throughout her body 14 years later and all the drs misdiagnosed! We just thought she had " cancer" My friend went in for a mammo exactly 1 year from my dx. I tried to assure her everything would be fine. Shes my sister from another mother. COMPLETE opposite of me, yet the same! She is a beautiful, very eloquently spoken black lesbian. I am a freckle face girl raised just below middle class. We decided the chances of were way too much! She said, " but I cant go have a mammogram! I dont want to steal your thunder! "JOKING, and it was understood as joking. ( people say stupid shit, thats how her and I deal) When i felt my lump, we were in (OUR) back room of the hair salon we jointly owned, and I had her feel it. She joking, said "you have a baby in your boob" Neither one of us was educated in bc, plus I had tremendous pain with mine! only 6 percent of women feel pain. Guess I was lucky? lol, I also love how everyone tells me how "great" I look! What you mean, you thought I would be walking around pale, with no color ,hair, or will to live? How about a big..."thank-you!...You look REALLY tired! Are you ok?" lol! bet that would show them!