The carpet guys just left... the finishing touches are almost ready to be put on the kitchen!

I had them move the fridge back in... Karen and I never could've done it on the carpet... we have a monster fridge, weighs a ton at least.

The carpet looks great. Now, I need to get some baseboard and it'll be done. Next step is finishing the backside of the bar, or the frontside, depending on how you're looking at it.

Last night... well, I was really glad it was an eight-hour night. Busy most of the night, nothing, again, really interesting. Just work, work, work. And the digital radiography monitor for the ED was on the fritz... someone had tried to fix it, and screwed it up royally. So I had to run films back and forth from the department. More miles on my legs. Tard old legs.

As soon as I get a few things done, I'm going over to a friend's place to help him re-format his hard disk... he's a bit afraid of doing it himself, whereas I have no fear... when it's someone else's hard disk...

Then I'm gonna relax a little bit, and maybe I'll write a little more later...

15:51...
Yeah, it's later, all right... I tried to take a nap, but I didn't succeed. So I hooked up the scanner and the camera, so I could start putting images here again. Unfortunately, Photoshop will still freeze me up, dammit. So this image was brought to you by Paint Shop Pro... which is, in itself, a pretty good little program. In fact, I actually bought it, the 3.0 version, anyway. But then they didn't offer a special upgrade price when they went to 4.0 or 5.0, so I said the hell with them, I'm still using 3.0. That'll show 'em, heh.

Or something.

My mail has been getting unmanageable, so I deleted most of it without reading it. I hate it when I do that, though... but it's just the mail-lists that I delete, not the personal or web-ring stuff.

I've also gotten way behind, again, on my journal-reading. I'm on a bunch of notify lists, and I'll probably go through those sites this weekend if I get time. If not, they'll still be there when I do get time. I'm really interested in all of them, but, damn, there are so many!

I used to have quite a few that I read daily, but not any more, and it's not really the quantity or making the choice of which ones to read that put me off... it's that they are about other people's lives, and I'm too interested in mine right now. Well, that's not the best way to say it, I guess, sounds pretty selfish.

OK, back to my life. Before I went to work last night, I stopped by the lab and they drew blood for lipids. Yes, I remembered to fast last night, although I'd forgotten the night before.

Well, I got the report off of the computer, and I was not happy. My LDL/HDL was 4.38, with the normal being 0-4.0. Risk factor was 6.3. My cholesterol was 214, with the norm being 140-220. They've raised the high end of that one recently, usta be 200 at the top.

The numbers were slightly better than they were on 03MAY1999 when I was in the hospital with the v-tach attack, but not much. Another interesting thing... my triglycerides were within normal limits, so that's one good thing. They've generally been way high, like 10 times normal, in the past.

So, I've got to start eating healthier, and exercising. Neither of which has any appeal to me at all... but neither does another coronary. So much less candy, and no more of those big yummy medium-rare steaks. Well... maybe if I didn't eat the whole thing at one time... OK, talked me into it. Damn... makes me hungry thinking about it.

I had turkey and dressing for lunch last night... that's relatively healthy, even with the amount of gravy that I put on it. And the usual hot fudge sundae, too... but it's yogurt, so it's not real real bad.

Guy goes to the doc. Doc examines him, does some tests, sits him down in his office.
Doc sez: "I've got some bad news; you have cancer and alzheimer's disease."
Guy wipes his brow, sez:"Whew! I was afraid that I'd have cancer!"

OK, another one:
Young guy goes to the young doctor. Has some tests. Next day, he does the return visit. Doc sits him down in his office, says that he has some bad news and some good news.

Guy says, "What's the bad news?"
Doc says, "You've got terminal cancer; we can do nothing to save you. You've got maybe three weeks to get your affairs in order."
Guy says, "What's the good news, then?"
Doc says, "Did you see that blonde receptionist when you came in?"
Guy nods his head. "Yeah?"
"The one with the big bazooms?"
Guys nods his head again, confused. "Yeah?"
"And the nice tush?"
Guy's getting frustrated. "Yeah, but what's that go to do..."
The doc gets a big smile on his face. "I'm doing her!" he says.

The preceding joke was cleaned up considerable for my mother. Hi, mom!

That's enough for today. Karen should be getting home soon, hopefully we'll do something fun...