Random crap that nobody's going to care about.

[LuckyCharms]

I think I posted that my neighbor women were in a pretty bad car accident. They're both banged up pretty badly. My neighbor is staying elsewhere while she heals.

My wife got a text yesterday that the neighbor had a package waiting for her on her porch, and would my wife please pick it up for her. So last night, my wife says "There's a package on the workbench in the garage. Don't open it, it's the neighbor's".

As I was leaving for a doctor's appointment this morning, I was acting like I was all pissed off about something. I should say here that my wife is in love with her cardiologist. I seriously believe she would leave me for this guy if the opportunity arose. So I was acting all pissed off, and my wife asked me what was the matter.

I said "I opened that package in the garage" and...

She interrupted me and said "I TOLD YOU NOT TO OPEN..."

I then said "WHY DID YOU ORDER PANTIES THAT HAVE A PICTURE OF YOUR CARDIOLOGIST ON THE FRONT OF THEM"???

She laughed and then got serious. She said "You're a fucking asshole, you know that, right"?

I replied "Yes, I know". Then I left for my doctor's appointment.

So here's where I complain about people fucking talking my ass off every time I leave the house.

My back is really flaring up, and I can't walk well. I had to park a good 1/4 mile away from where I need to see the doc at the hospital. I struggled to get out of my car, and began my walk. Slowly.

There was a woman walking from the parking lot in front of me. She was not an old woman, but she had a cane and she was struggling to walk. But I was still walking faster than her, and I was gaining on her. I knew she could not hear me coming up to her, so to be polite, I said loudly "Coming up behind you, ma'am".

She said "I thought I heard somebody". She saw that I was kind of hobbling along and she said "You too"? I said "Yep". She said "What hurts"? I said "Everything".

I sped up to try to pass her, and she grabbed the sleeve of my fleece jacket to stop me. "Let me tell you, first it was my right knee, now it's my left knee, and my back, and my hips, and this bullshit never ends, I'm so sick of it, these goddamn doctors don't know what the hell they're doing and I'm so sick of...". She was still holding on to my freaking arm. I said "I'm so sorry you're having trouble. I have to get to a doctor's appointment", and I got away from her.

I had my sunglasses on, and after I checked in at the docs, I sat down. There was a woman there with her mother who was in a wheelchair. The younger woman actually walked up to me and said "I like your shades". "Oh, thank you". "Where did you get them"? "Amazon". Do you remember what they are called"? "No, I'm sorry". "Do you have your phone on you"? "Yes, why"? "Could you look up your order and tell me what they are called"? I just stammered "I...I....". Then, I was mercifully called back into the exam room.

The doctor is much older than me, and he's a good man. I've been seeing him for years. He came in and examined me, and proceeded to talk my ear off. Talking a mile a minute, for 40 MINUTES. I finally said to him "Jeez Joe, I don't want to tie you up, you must have other patients...". He cut me off and said "I had two cancellations this morning", and he continued to talk. I was mentally exhausted when I left.

Then, I went to the weed store. There were about 10 customers in there, all my age and older. EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THERE WAS LIMPING, including me. I placed my order, and waited at the counter. Some guy hobbles up to me, stands right next to me, and says "It's my fucking back, the only thing that helps me is...". And I'm thinking "Oh fuck, here we go...". He babbled on for about 6 or 7 minutes until my order was ready.

I thought *I* talked a lot, but now I FEEL better knowing that other people don't shut the hell up either.

Have a nice day.

THE END

[dweller]

1. Boy have I got a story for you ...

But I have to run to the store , so ltr , bub

😬

✌🏻

[LuckyCharms]

3. OK chief! Let's do lunch real soon!

[dweller]

16. Your story reminds me of my older friend

let’s call him Fred , he’s maybe 10+ yrs older than me . Used to be my neighbor where we used to live , and one day he asked me if I could look at a home he was contemplating buying out in the country 20+ miles from us then . He knew I had some experience in building trades and wanted my opinion on the home’s condition .
It was only about 10+ yrs old and was built by a couple he knew , wife designed it , but I think they were splitting up and so selling out . It had nice passive solar heating features , 2 bdrm, 2 story with an office upstairs , nice kitchen , dining rm , liv rm with double sided fireplace , etc.
Siding and roof excellent condition , on 9+ acres of woodland , secluded in a township he called elf land . So of course he bought it .
Over several years he had me do some handyman chores for him , mostly when he was out country on business in Mexico, Guatemala , Nicaragua and various Caribbean loacations for weeks at a time . I would house sit and do the work at my pace . Didn’t really see much of him but would pick him up for these trips to take to airport departures and again pick him up for his arrival . There were all paying gigs so it was all good with me .
He was once a professor at a uni in Colorado teaching Latin American studies , spoke very fluent Spanish and dealt in Latin American lit for his business buying periodicals and books that he supplied to worldwide libraries . Really interesting guy and we had great discussions about politics , philosophy and assorted sundry subjects over the years . But more than often any time I spent with him went like this : I’d occasionally visit him when he was in country , and sit on his back deck ( which I built) enjoying a glass of wine , some smoke , just sitting in the sun , the breeze through the trees , birds singing , in silence … for hours until he’d simply say usually without any intonation or vehemence , “ Fuck trump “
And after another 20+ mins or so , I’d reply ‘ no shit , Fred “

Don’t know why but I thought you’d get that story , because yours reminded me of him .




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[LuckyCharms]

17. This is amazing.

Sitting with a friend, thinking, relaxing...not many words are needed.

I feel like I just read a good book.

Sitting quietly, with a friend, on something you built with your own two hands.

I know that feeling. I'm not rich, I don't have a lot, but what I do have, I built most of it. There is nothing better than that feeling. It's a quiet peace.

Thank you, dweller.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear LuckyCharms! I want you to know that *I* care. About you, your life, anything you want to talk about!

I'm sorry that you had so much trouble today.

I hope your day improves.

[LuckyCharms]

4. I'm fine, Peg, but thank you.

I'm just all wound up now.

I hope you are doing well?

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. You're welcome. I am doing well too, and thank you!

[MIButterfly]

6. You must have one of those faces that encourages people to open up to you.

I mean that as a compliment. You must have a very kind, sympathetic-looking face.

Some people live alone and don't have much of a chance to talk to other people.

Your story makes me think you're a good person, to respond so kindly to others when you're not feeling so well yourself. That was really pretty selfless. Who knows? Maybe you made one of those other people feel better and that's not such a bad thing.

Have a great day, LuckyCharms; you deserve it!!

[Niagara]

12. This happened to Lucky when he was fully masked

I suspect it's his eyes.


They say the eyes are the window to a persons soul and I believe it.

[MIButterfly]

13. He had on a mask AND sunglasses?

Boy, he must really radiate kindness to have it shine through all that! Good for him!!

[Niagara]

14. I'm sorry. I didn't mean this particular event or doctors visit

Lucky would mention going to the doctors office while being masked up.

During these doctors visits other patients would specifically sit next to him and would start chatting with him.

I told Lucky it just had to be his eyes!

[quaint]

7. Even strangers love Lucky and are attracted by his empathetic aura.

[3catwoman3]

8. I learned quite early in my nursing career to never, EVER, tell anyone I was a nurse...

...while traveling by plane. Total strangers unhesitatingly start telling you very personal details about their habits and bodily functions/dysfunctions. It's one thing to discuss such matters at work while being paid to do so. When not on the clock, I'd really rather not hear about it.

[2MuchNoise]

9. So, I guess you're not going to tell us what the sunglasses are called.

[LuckyCharms]

10. Here's a link. I got the blue ones.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AXUCB8K?ref=ppx_yo2ov_dt_b_fed_asin_title&th=1

[2MuchNoise]

11. LOL, Thanks.

[Prairie_Seagull]

15. You must be a very approachable dude.

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Appearances on DU seem to bear this out.

Hope your wifes cardiologist is a jerk.

[LuckyCharms]

24. He's a very nice guy...

Tall, dark and handsome. She gets all blushy and giggly when she talks about him, and I just roll my eyes.

She can have him.

[Oeditpus Rex]

18. I *do* care about that

It's hard for me to not commiserate with others about their chronic pain, unless they jump on any opportunity to talk about it, which seems pretty common among old people. (I bet she grabbed your arm partly for physical support, but also to have a captive audience.)

I talk about mine a lot, I guess, but only with my partner; I don't much like to wave it around in public because I'm afraid others won't care.

It interests me, though, that mine came out of virtually nowhere, at the end of November, 2000 -- at or around the height of covid-19 in the U.S. Before that, I was walking all over the place, cartying grocery bags and stuff. Now it's at the point where walking maybe 100 feet tears up my thighs, knees and pelvic area (sacrum to hips). It also makes me gasp for oxygen for a mi ute or two.

Given the timing and the symptoms, I wonder if I have "long covid." But there's no test for that, is there?

Paging Dr. House. Dr. House, please report to my house.

[LuckyCharms]

21. When we are in chronic pain...

it's almost like we are compelled to talk about it. It becomes central to who we are. When people ask "How are you" and we reply "good", we feel like liars. At least I do.

I can commiserate with you about how you are feeling. I used to be a runner, and I worked out faithfully for a few decades, lifting heavy weights. Now? That 1/4 mile walk, then the next 1/4 mile back to the car...bothered me. I didn't get winded, but my back and pelvis hurt so bad, all I could think was WTF!

To my knowledge, I've never had Covid. But the way I feel sometimes, I wonder if I DID indeed have it at some point and didn't know it, and now I have long Covid?

I don't know...I'm pretty sure there is no definitive test for long Covid, but I'm guessing by now that there is some kind of protocol in the medical profession where a doctor can take a look at your signs and symptoms, and at least make a guess, if not a formal diagnosis, on whether you have long Covid or not. But again, I've never had reason to question this in my own case, because I've never tested positive. However, I became the world's biggest hermit for 5 years, and that has affected me both mentally and physically, so who knows why things are the way they are.

I think I saw that you posted your age once. I think you are a year or two older than me. One way I am changing is that I no longer worry about stating how I feel. I no longer worry about how others view me. If I feel like talking about it, I do. If I don't, I don't.

Best wishes, and hang tough.

[Oeditpus Rex]

25. That's the most touching post I've read on DU

I think we may have just begun a friendship, or at least a kinship.

But, yeah, you're right. Chronic pain becones part of us, of our personalities. It's alnost impossible to not want to talk about it, because it's on our minds so often. But we also lie about it in casual conversation because we don't want to bore people with our problems. (I used to have a friend who began every conversation with "What's new and exciting?" as if she expected me to entertain her vicariously. I wanted to reply, "Well, my spine broke in half this morning." )

Maybe I can learn to talk about it the way you do. I did it with emotional stuff, so why not? (I'm not grabbing anybody's arm, though, unless I'm actually falling.)

[chouchou]

19. Frankly, your story is better than a lot of stories on Netflix.

Yours, at least, prods my Empathy Brain Machine. You vill get vell and tell us more tales..

[LuckyCharms]

23. Oh thank you...

I'll get better. I always do.

[WestMichRad]

20. Now, if you would have STARTED at the weed store...

… you’d have been more easily able to laugh off all that other shit!

[LuckyCharms]

22. I probably should have started there, but I was driving...

I drove stoned one time, when I took my Mother-in-Law to the hospital in the middle of the night. It was about 3AM, no cars were on the road, no people were out, but I still kick myself for doing that, even though it was an emergency.

Hell, I'm even paranoid about smoking a joint in my back yard, because one of my neighbors, who I am very close to, is constantly complaining that the whole street smells like weed when she walks her dogs. Literally everyone in my block smokes weed openly, except for this neighbor.