Medical updates

So I need to update everyone on the two tests.  First my tata’s squeeze test came back fine.  No malignant finding aka no cancer.  They are not sure what the lumps are but its not showing up on the ultra sound or mammograms …So he just wants me to follow up before the year is up if it becomes larger or more tender.  If that happens then he wants me to see a surgeon specialist to figure out what it is.  So a big SHEEWW is in order.  As for the redneck man’s stress test it came back with good news also.  Passed with flying colors…he did call me all stressed out about the IV and possible nuclear dye they might instill…lol  I think he was afraid of being radio active…I should have asked him if he thought he might turn into Spiderman.  He turn the the “radio” active dye down and just did the regular stress test which is really all he needed anyway. I do like the fact that the doctor made him realize that he was an alcoholic and he has cut back some.   He went from 6- 8oz cans to 2- 18 oz bottles which equals 12 oz less that what he was drinking.  I guess 2 is better than 6? Whatever.  But he did improve on his day’s off from 12 cans to 6.  That’s half.  He is a lot less grouchy.  He also has to relearn how to sleep because the doctor thinks his numbness can be due to him sleeping with his arms behind his head.  He mentioned to me he didn’t know what was harder cutting back on the beer or trying to relearn how to sleep.  So that’s the medical update.

Alcohol: it's what's for dinner

Well apparently some men cannot live without alcohol.  Of course this family always points to other members in the family because they are the “alcoholics” and the accusers are not.  No matter how much education that I have I apparently have no clue what constitutes as an alcoholic.  So blogger buddies…tell me what you think is an alcoholic?  Because I am at my wits end with this family of drunks.  One hides his booze and think no one knows that he drinks.  The other likes to raid his stash to get drink his alcohol or visits each of the family drunks to get his alcohol because heaven forbid he buy it himself. There’s another who’s girlfriend is at fault that why he drinks even more.  Now mind you she is a drunk too because many of us have had to “stop by” and pick her arse up out of the floor because she got too drunk to stand.  Not that she could walk well in the first place.  But the one that chaps my ass the most.  Is the one that doesn’t drink hard liquor.  He drinks at least 6 beers to 9 a day.  Heaven forbid its his day off because he will start at 10am and not figure out why I get pissed that it’s a little to early don’t ya think?  But what do I know?  I only see the drunks in the ER, the causes of too much alcohol over the years, the wonderful people they end up with because the smart people left their ass a long time ago.  So quit bitching that we might leave you and cheat on you.  We won’t be leaving for that reason. We are going to leave you because you cheated on us with alcohol.  You know the thing you can’t live without.  It’s the first thing on your lips in the morning and the last on you way to bed.  We are tired of the beer breath and that can glued to your hand. Sick of you not remembering conversations from the night before or just being plain mean.  We are fed up with your excuses.  Great it tastes good whoop dee do.  I love brownies but I don’t eat a pan of them every night.