June 1st

 June 1st is shared by serval people and events. Okay, you're thinking, "Oh this is going to boring." Well,  I hope not. 

In 1792 Kentucky was admitted into the Union as a state. And four years later on June 1st Tennessee was split from North Carolina and also admitted. Another name you will recall is Marilynn Monroe (born as Norma Jeane Mortenson) was born on June 1st, as was my mother Lorene Haynes Shell along with her twin sister Irene. Unlike Marilynn, Lorene and Irene were born blonde headed and both had blue eyes. They were both quite attractive. Both married Navy sailors after WW2. They were born in Alabama, the deep south, not like Marilynn who was born in Los Angles CA..

Marilynn died at 36 from a self in dosed overdose of pills, where as Lorene and Irene died well into their later years. Marilynn would have been 100 this year. My mother would have been 102 this year and her twin would be 104. Both sisters died in the same hospital where they were born and also the hospital I was born. 

Eventho there were some similarities with Marilynn, my mother thought Marilynn was a little too risqué for her taste, but did get a few mistakes for Marilynn since they had similar figures and the blonde hair and eyes.

Another bit of my family heritage is in 1750 our Schell (spelled that way then) landed in the new World and settled in western North Carolina, which today is know as Tennessee. So, our SHELL family is one of North Carolina's first families. Some time in the late 1700s the family dropped the 'C' in our last name because unlike the English we were not English but rather Scottish.

Okay, maybe this was boring to some. But I appreciate you reading this anyway. Thanks to some cousins of mine, we are still picking away at our family history finding out we weren't just dirt famers but had some royal blood in our veins. Who knew?

Thanks again for putting up with this. It does beats me bad mouthing Trump I guess. Take care and stay safe. 

 

Stuck in a Rut

 Ever since I have had several medical ordeals for the last year and a half, I feel I have been in a rut. Days are basically the same each day.  Mainly because I have been limited to doing not much physically. And that is not me. Usually I am in my shop building something (it was restoring cars or trucks), or working on a project for around the house or for a friend. Or maybe going to help a friend with their projects, or maybe going to pick up parts for something ... but just GOING and doing something. My excuse statement is, "When I get my back fixed ..." or "When I can walk farther ...".  I told myself I need to lose a few pounds, but this is not what I wanted to do it by losing muscle mass from do doing anything.  I am getting really sick of going to doctors offices and hearing the same old BAH-BAH-BAH, and handing me some pills.

I called the surgi-center that is suppose to schedule my back surgery and they told me, "We don't have you scheduled here, that is at our other location."  "Can you give me their phone number?" "They will call you."  I may have broken
my phone when I slammed it down on my desk. So I wait again.

It seems like doctor's offices have this endless cycle you get caught in, and they are only doorman to let you out. But really I blame lawyers and the shammers. 

Years ago when I helped a couple corporations get started, I wrote they by-laws on one page. Once the lawyers got a hold of it, it turned over to a 100 page book containing words I never saw. The shammers want your identify so they can steal it and sell it on the black market so the medical community hires lawyers to write up all these privacy documents and releases you have to read and agree to before they will see you. Do you really read them before they take you into the back exam rooms? Most people just sign and walk back. It could you just signed over your first born and all of you possessions if you miss an appointment.  I read one last week and my eyes crossed before I got done. Then I waited, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair for 30 minutes before a assistant came our and called my name. When I came out of my boredom comma, I answered, "Right here", and proceeded to follow her like a lost puppy.

The only thing I have fallen in love with is my leather 'Lazy-Boy' recliner. It has been my only comfort since the back injury. It has perfectly molded to my body and never disappoints.  Always supports me where and when I need it most.  It has also served as my bed for 4 months because sleeping in my bed is too painful.

But I WILL get to a good place soon, I hope. For a simple surgery, why does it take so damn long?