.: Had a Dr. appointment today. Apparently, for a overweight, smoking, physically unfit bastard, I am the epitome of health.
Blood pressure a little high, but I had consumed much coffee and a seriously salty lunch (which needs to stop). Cholesterol is good, possibly better than, which surprised the fuck out of me. No blood clots in the leg (which is why I went to begin with), though I will probably need to wear the compression stocking for the rest of my life, unless I lose a serious amount of weight.
He wants me to consider gastric bypass surgery, which I probably won't. My problem is that I eat too much shit, and get no exercise. I have another appointment scheduled for six months, so I hope to lose some weight by then and show him that I just need to have my ass kicked on a semi regular basis.
One concern is that my white blood cell count is a little high. Could be an infection or result of my leg injuries. Could be that I smoke. Another blood test in a month, and I guess if there's something to worry about, I'll hear about it before my next appointment.
[image:7:l].: Carved a pumpkin with Pip this evening. She did most of it. I carved the top off so she could gut the goofy bastard, then did the nose to show her how I wanted her to use the wicked sharp knife safely. She carved the rest of the face, including a nice set of buckteeth. Then she set about sorting the seeds from the guts so that I could bake the seeds.
[image:6:l]Here's what I did, in case anyone who reads this wants to cook some pumpkin seeds.
Cleaned the seeds as best I could. Had about a cup of them. Put them in a pot with four cups of water and a 1/4 cup of salt. Boiled them, then let them simmer for about 15 minutes, which I think may have been too long. Drained them.
Spread them out on a greased cookie sheet (butter and oil, thin) and baked them at 400 degrees for about twenty minutes.
They came out okay, and still very tasty, but kinda fucked up looking and slightly burnt.
Next time, I'll simmer them about 8-10 minutes, bake them for 15 and see how they turn out.
I have been mildly fucking domesticated.
.: I have noted a mild case of finger tourettes in previous posts. For instance, I said at the close of my last post:
fucking clown bastard bitch fuckers.
What the fuck is that?
I did a spit take when I read it later. And wondered who the fuck talks like that, let alone writes like that.
Probably some fucking clown bastard bitch fucker.
.: Been getting a lot of ideas about this years novel entry for the NaNo thing. Also getting much done on the writing that I've been lax on. 'The Seventh House' has been going pretty good, and the rewrite on the ages old 'Bistro' have been going slow, but going. So I think that this year's NaNo project is going to take a backseat to mo' better things. But I'll still do it, just lower it as a priority. The idea I have is a good one, so even if I just get a rough novella draft out of it, it'll be something to work on this winter after Pip rejoins her mom.
I'll need something to do once she's gone.
Insert sad face icon here, because I'll be fucked if I will.
AB
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