Photo above is my Great Great Grandfather, Civil War Veteran, Company C, First Kentucky Cavalry, U.S.

Mom and Dad had antecedents on both sides of that bloody conflict. Counties were split, towns were split, and families were split. It was never as simple as being the north versus the south.

The Preacherman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a gun and learn how to shoot." The Gunman says, "My advice to you is to get yourself a Bible and learn how to pray."


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Friday, May 9, 2008

Entry for May 09, 2008

Well, that sucks maybe just a little bit.

Dr. Deepthroat himself just called to give me the “good news and bad news.” The good news is that the tests on the tissue samples looked good, i.e. no cancer or bacteria. The bad news is that he says he saw the start of two small ulcers, a somewhat different account than what the staff at the hospital gave me.

He said no
NSAIDs for six months, and said he would call in a prescription for Nexium for me to take for six months. I am not one who can drive and talk on the cell phone at the same time, so I didn’t get a chance to ask it this means I need to get another tube job in six months.

Overall, life could be much worse. He didn’t SAY anything about drinking and smoking, so maybe I can assume those vices are ok for me to resume. No? Ah …, poop.

I hear another bowl of oatmeal calling my name, that contemptible, anodyne, sugar-free sludge.

Nevertheless, tomorrow is Mexican food day. Wahoo! Thunderbelly says to bring on the pain!

James A. Zachary Jr.

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