Weedvillian Walker: Doctors Crap

Monday, July 09, 2007

Doctors Crap

Well, I am slowly getting through all of this doctors crap. Yesterday I went for the cat scan early in the morning. Nice to have them do it on a sunday. No one there, no waiting, just in and out. Funny these new machines are awesome. Didn't have to even put a robe on, just scan through the clothing. I did have to take the pedometer off though..LOL! We had taken one picture when I realised it was still on.! He was just coming in to ask me what the heck that was when I remembered and said hey! I better take this pedometer off! LOL Well, thats over and done with and should have the results back to the doctor sometime tomorrow.

Alot of the blood work for UPMC still needs done and I am trying to decide if I want to do that this week or wait a bit yet. If I go this week then everything is over and done with, otherwise its still hanging, but the trip to UPMC is still about a month away so there is time.

Relay is this weekend...what a relief to have that over and I am really looking forward to the time at the park and just being there to relax, walk and enjoy our hard work. Decorating committee is going over Friday night. I hope we all have a great time, there is still money to be turned in, signs to finish etc. last meeting is this Thursday at the park and I hope I can go. One of the girls at work quit and she was covering for me on thursday. Darn.

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown