April 12, 2006
In today’s diary, a couple of stories from my weekend, a health update and a couple of stories that make me look like a great guy.
Weekend story #1: I don’t know how great this story is but it makes me laugh. When the triage nurse was checking me in she asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you describe your pain?” I said, probably a ‘3’ but keep in mind that I have a very high tolerance for pain, ha ha, oh the laugh we shared. Even with a piece of my arm gone, I still got it.
Weekend story #2: Walter, “Sally” and I are in town doing a little shopping. On the way to the car we decided to pick up some wine. Now, when it comes to wine, I like it but I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I pick wine by price and by the label. High price = good stuff, nice label = good stuff, you get the picture. I’m looking around and can’t find anything decent, the prices are too high and the labels are too dull. Then, eureka!
Bob, a wine enthusiast?
Well, not really.
I’m in line to pay for the wine and I hear one of the workers (pretty woman) say to the other, “There goes my last Benton Lane”. Now that’s not much but that is a nice way to start a conversation. A nice way to start a conversation if I didn’t pick my wines based on the picture on the bottle! I had nothing, nothing! However, the wine was tasty.
Health Update: I feel better. I left work early Monday night with a crazy fever. I slept from 7 PM to 12 AM. When I woke up the fever wasn’t as bad but I did have the chills. They did give me a tetanus shot in the E.R., so I knew I wasn’t on the road to lockjaw. My arm feels a little better, still sore but better. So there you go.
Story that makes me look good #1: On the way home Monday night, I’m walking past the park. All the way down at the other end, a woman is walking towards me, I’m not sure but I think I see something fall out of her pocket. Keep in mind, I have a fever. When we pass, I tell her she may have dropped something back there. She looks at me like I’m nuts. I tell her, when I get to the item, I’ll let her know if it’s anything. I get there and it’s a wad of cash. She’s still walking away (!) and I yell, “HEY!” I hold up the cash and nothing. I know it belongs to her. I walk towards her, she stops but isn’t walking towards me, HELP A BROTHER OUT SWEETS, MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE! She finally sees that it is her money and starts saying something to me in a foreign language (French perhaps). I said, goodbye! Helping someone out shouldn’t be SO hard.
Story that makes me look good #2: I’m first in line for triage, Sunday must be a slow day for idiots hurting themselves, well, not that slow, ha ha. This nice family walks in, looks like a grandmother, a dad and a little boy. The little boy belonged on a cereal box, he was so cute, I think he was there getting stitches removed, not sure. Anyway, the triage nurse came out to get me and me, with blood dripping down my arm; I let the kid go before me. The Lord’s giving me a couple of points in the plus column for that one.
I only share ‘Stories that makes me look good’ with you not to blow my own horn but to share with you that the human spirit is still alive and kicking, despite what you see on the evening news. ARE YOU LISTENING HOLLYWOOD?! I need a nap.
That’s it!
Better than I was yesterday,
Bob
Weekend story #1: I don’t know how great this story is but it makes me laugh. When the triage nurse was checking me in she asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you describe your pain?” I said, probably a ‘3’ but keep in mind that I have a very high tolerance for pain, ha ha, oh the laugh we shared. Even with a piece of my arm gone, I still got it.
Weekend story #2: Walter, “Sally” and I are in town doing a little shopping. On the way to the car we decided to pick up some wine. Now, when it comes to wine, I like it but I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I pick wine by price and by the label. High price = good stuff, nice label = good stuff, you get the picture. I’m looking around and can’t find anything decent, the prices are too high and the labels are too dull. Then, eureka!
Bob, a wine enthusiast? Well, not really.
I’m in line to pay for the wine and I hear one of the workers (pretty woman) say to the other, “There goes my last Benton Lane”. Now that’s not much but that is a nice way to start a conversation. A nice way to start a conversation if I didn’t pick my wines based on the picture on the bottle! I had nothing, nothing! However, the wine was tasty.
Health Update: I feel better. I left work early Monday night with a crazy fever. I slept from 7 PM to 12 AM. When I woke up the fever wasn’t as bad but I did have the chills. They did give me a tetanus shot in the E.R., so I knew I wasn’t on the road to lockjaw. My arm feels a little better, still sore but better. So there you go.
Story that makes me look good #1: On the way home Monday night, I’m walking past the park. All the way down at the other end, a woman is walking towards me, I’m not sure but I think I see something fall out of her pocket. Keep in mind, I have a fever. When we pass, I tell her she may have dropped something back there. She looks at me like I’m nuts. I tell her, when I get to the item, I’ll let her know if it’s anything. I get there and it’s a wad of cash. She’s still walking away (!) and I yell, “HEY!” I hold up the cash and nothing. I know it belongs to her. I walk towards her, she stops but isn’t walking towards me, HELP A BROTHER OUT SWEETS, MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE! She finally sees that it is her money and starts saying something to me in a foreign language (French perhaps). I said, goodbye! Helping someone out shouldn’t be SO hard.
Story that makes me look good #2: I’m first in line for triage, Sunday must be a slow day for idiots hurting themselves, well, not that slow, ha ha. This nice family walks in, looks like a grandmother, a dad and a little boy. The little boy belonged on a cereal box, he was so cute, I think he was there getting stitches removed, not sure. Anyway, the triage nurse came out to get me and me, with blood dripping down my arm; I let the kid go before me. The Lord’s giving me a couple of points in the plus column for that one.
I only share ‘Stories that makes me look good’ with you not to blow my own horn but to share with you that the human spirit is still alive and kicking, despite what you see on the evening news. ARE YOU LISTENING HOLLYWOOD?! I need a nap.
That’s it!
Better than I was yesterday,
Bob
