Okay, so I am still recovering FROM being in the hospital and was snoozing well last night, when at 12:15 am my phone rang. It was some asshat from Sudan. He said something like, "Yabba Yabba Yabba Salaam!" to me. I said, "What?" He repeated it and I said, "I don't know who the f--- you think you're talking to, but you need to try again."

He replied, "aaah?" I told him to f- off and hung up. I was about to tell him to suck Allah my...

:cuss:

LMAO

You should have tried to sell him a bible and asked him to join a real religion.

Yabba Yabba Yabba Salaam ROFL

derka derka

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I doubt he understood a thing I said, though! I sure don't speak Sudanese or whatever that was he was yammering in my ear.

Ban Sudanese phone calls.

He never called back. I wonder if it was some satellite glitch that crossed a signal?

Hope you are stabilizing Ed. Prayers, as always, for you.

I have been coughing daily since before Christmas and it has even made me throw up a few times, with my gut feeling like it was being twisted like a pretzel. I am not sick; it is the cancer in my lungs that is causing the cough. I'm going to pick up some codeine today at Walgreen's, my new pharmacy since Aetna won't cover me anywhere else. I had to pay 57 dollars for 5 antibiotic pills when I got out of the hospital at Walmart. :cuss:

So, I have hydrocodone for my regular pains and now will have cough syrup that can knock me out, too. I wonder how much of the day I will end up sleeping away now! I slept about 11 hours last night, not continuously, but already feel like I could use a nap. Cancer, it sucks like few other things do. On the plus side, I've lifted some weights for the third day in a row and am getting muscle tone back already. And do I ever need that. I have been absolutely pitiful lately.

**** cancer.


God speed Lonewolf Ed everyone loves you


Just kick cancer in the nuts.

Hang in there Ed.
You're a lion and this illness is a limping wildebeest.

Jesus you're a tough son of a bitch. You might actually be too tough to die.

You're a Rasmussen? Small world.