All Hands, Battlestations

 

 

First off, as much as I like my Wacom tablet for sketching: The mouse sucks. It's just awful. How can something with no moving parts go from great to totally FU&*ed up?

 

Now, then. My Little Dreadnaught, under cover of darkness, sailed for very different shores tis week. While I was all caught up in the right pectoral having been shelled to position that rascally little ship plowed right down to my taint and dropped a huge mine that quite frankly doesn't belong there.

 

I see a tech on Tuesday who will ultra sound, sona-gram, whatever, my lovely growths in my chest, but I have to wait for the 6th to see a doctor to have her order more tests on a brand spanking new walnut sized thingy in my groin. I like having my nether egions fondled as much as the next guy, but usually I want a happy ending...I don't see one coming in this situation. (Pun intended).

 

 

Have fun, do evil randomly, 'cause that's where the fun comes from and remember to always be armed.

 

In the meantime, here's a random picture of a blimp:

 

 



Battle Turn

 

 

THE BATTLE TURN

 

Well I saw the doctor a few days ago. In truth I've been kinda depressed and frustrated. Medical science and technology has advanced soooo much in the last few years. The Dr. was able to tell me in no uncertain terms, "I don't know what's wrong with you."

Succinct and so revealing.

 

She did order tests...Nothing different than last time, or the thirty times before that, where all of the DRs and specialists said "We don't know what's wrong with you."

 

Meanwhile my dreadnaughts' shelling of my right breast has paid off in spades! It hurts as bad as the left one does, and holy high glory it has developed a lump the size of a pencil eraser in only a week and a half! Give the crew some extra rum!

 

I can barely type these days. Have you ever tried to type with just your right hand?

I wish I had someone...But I wax morose.

 

Meanwhile My Little Dreadnought steams on. It was happy to let me know of the massive hernia (or whatever it is) in the middle of my belly, surely a product of The Yack.

 

In other news: I have a huge bag of the BEST pepperoni EVAH! And Pepper Jack cheese that aint kidding around. Yummo.

In the meantime enjoy this random picture of a kitteh.

 



Approching the Torpedo Nets

Torpedo Nets

 

 

My Little Dreadnaught has done what it can to my right pectoral for now and I have to admit I do not know where it sails to next. Aside from that, a lump the size of a $5.00 Subway footlong has now appeared in my gut. And I kid you not, it happenned while I was watching an ALIEN movie. How bad ass is that?

 

Tomorrow I see another sawbones. When you live in constant pain and have many Drs say they can't find anything except that I should have been dead three months ago... It gets boring. Maybe I will get a lollipop.

 

There is a strange roar to the silence I hear lately. I suppose I hear the winds of Limbo.

 

In the meantime, enjoy this random picture of a defense monitor...

 



Serpents

SERPENTS

 

 

In preperation for my visit to the barber...I mean doctor, this weekend I had an X-Ray of my chest done. It could have been worse...It could have been Hector returned.

In the meantime the constant shelling on my right pectoral from My Li'l Dreadnaught continues. It's using the same battle plan as it did with the left side... Just spit icy blue pain and hide when the retaliation comes.  Well. We'll see what happens.

 



Shells Far and Wide

 

 

Shells Far and Wide, No Hits

 

 

 

Whilst I steam in circles with a damaged rudder, the world seems to move implacably onward past me. So many are so blessed with new adventures, friends, music, looking at new houses or just...someone. This gives me hope.

 

 

The Dreadnaught is only mild today. Somehow it not just saps strength, but at some times even will. I have so much I want to do but for some reason, the obstacles I always viewed as ladders I am actually treating as obstacles. This has to have something to do with the metal in the ground or something, so I've been told.

 

Well, let's see what the quack I see next week says. Kitteh and dogs are getting on...OK.

 

In the meantime my Little Dreadnought sets it's own course, having sailed through the shoulder into my left arm (I mostly type with just my right hand now), and made a course down my side and up my neck to my jaw, I was somewhat astonished to find upon waking on Thursday that it had laid anchor in my right pectoral. It is a crazy chart it follows.

 

Thanks to all who have asked over my well being.

 

 

LOWER SEAS, NO SHOALS IN SIGHT

 

9/10/2012

 

The pain was much subsided today. Was able to play a bit with my kitteh. We move to see about this with the medical professionals East of I-5. I'll probaly get leeches and mule urine, but if it works: So be it.

 

The last specialist I saw said they would probably name this after me as they can't identify it. Hopefully the masters of cut, burn, and poison, have a better solution out this way.

 

I am comfortable with my lot and look at most everything as comedy. So shall I ever.

The launch of a great and terrible warship

NOT THE BEGINNING, JUST A BEGINNING.

As promised, I am going to blog the journey that I, my cat Two Face, and my little dreadnought are pursuing. I can not say we are starting our voyage for we have all been travelling together for several months. It is only now that I put the message in the bottle and send it off to, hopefully, higher tides and tight winds.

We will start with a post I made to facebook this morning...It is, after all, as good a place to start as any.

9/9/2012

Yesterday was ok. The pain was subdued and an Injun gave me comic relief. Unfortunately my Little Dreadnaught has finally gone above my jaw into my cheek bone. And it has made it's way to the underside of my arm as well as the top (hard to explain). My left ear feels like I just spent ten minutes with Mike Tyson.
It is a strange pain: Not sharp like a needle. Not a dull ache like a three day old sprain. It's more like a constant bone being broken, with no beat to it, no seperation or pulse...Just constant. And I can already tell today will suck. It is rare that my Little Dreadnaught wakes me up. But all guns are blazing this morning. Laugh and deride people that drink all you want. It is the only thing that keeps the pain low enough that I do not scream.
Ohhh.. Boo Hoo. Hey, I aint alone. And this aint about wanting pity or whatever

This will be straight up explanation of what happens when a ... new friend comes to live with you.
And Two Face is being a geek. She spends all night trying to get out and when I put the dogs aside and open the door she goes to sleep on a cardboard box...in my room. Dork.