July 9th, 2014


In Case You Needed To Feel Gouged Over Gas For The Fourth

Gas prices had jumped to near four dollars a gallon the week before the holiday weekend. Dropped all week to $3.69.9/gallon for regular on the 3rd. On the 4th I saw $3.63.9/gal.

Then Monday the 7th I saw $3.59.9/gal and today, Tuesday, was $3.58.9 .

If gas continued to drop, I wouldn't be surprised. Of course if it spiked again for no reason, I wouldn't be surprised, either. (grin)

Dr. Phil

HBO 26 -- Braveheart

Twenty-sixth session: Braveheart (continued)
Mel Gibson kneels to his father-in-law who finally lays a hand on his head to give him his blessing. And then we're off. If only the clans and the lords didn't fight all the time.

William Wallace takes out the local detachment and slits the throat of the man who killed Murran. Then the wooden fort, and gives the lord to the husband whose marriage night was interrupted by that horrid prima nocta. Ball on a chain meet head... thud.

Hardly the point to deal with historical realism/inaccuracies, because this is epic filmmaking which is really what Gibson was after. I mean, it's the Battle of Stirling Bridge, but they called it Stirling because they had no bridge. And that's one if the modest ones. Princess Isabella didn't take Wallace as her lover -- she was three. (grin)

My mother worked with a man named Wallace who claimed ancestry. He had great fun with picking nits at the historical errors. And yet the film is still compelling.

Mel has been stretched and racked and offered mercy. It is going to get very grim tomorrow. Virus will be up next.


Monday the second tape slipped from the box and the cartridge broke. Amazingly, they had two sets of Braveheart, so the tape change proceeded today after Longshanks pondered what to do.

Two wheelchairs lined up for transport to HBO. I was second -- no problem.

We continue...

Dr. Phil

Memo To Self -- Don't Run An IV With Pants On

This is not TMI, rather consider it a friendly PSA.

So I have this PICC line for running home IVs twice a day of antibiotic. Been over a month now. Usually I wear sweat shorts and a couple of t-shirts -- it's easier, especially with the extra undressing/dressing cycles of the HBO sessions at Butterworth Hospital. Tonight, however, we had dinner in Holland with Momcat and Joe. Been a year and more since I've seen them both for dinner -- even missed a dinner when I was recently in hospital. I was not going to miss this dinner -- it was wonderful and the food was good, too. Watching most of extra time in Netherlands-Argentina in semifinal World Cup futbol on five screens a bonus.

I started wearing suspenders in grad school. Two shirts, one tucked in and one over the suspenders. And therein lies the problem. Around 90 minutes of a two-hour infusion, I had to hit the bathroom. Perhaps you can see the problem.

With two canes, I can't walk to the bathroom with the IV stand, so I've perfected a way of looping the tube and carrying the bag, then propping it up on the top shelf.

And... had to thread my outer t-shirt along the IV tube, then carefully get the suspenders off my right shoulder without ripping the PICC line out. Didn't think to disconnect the IV back at my chair where the supplies are. And when you're on Lasix, you don't have the luxury of going back and forth while carrying an armed and live bladder. And I ain't talking about the IV bag.

Made it, even did it without any painful tugs. But next time I come home from dinner, I'll either change or disconnect. (grin)

The things you learn... oh, and you're welcome.

Dr. Phil