This blahg will be very short and very precise. I’m not any kind of political activist but it bothers me here in Canada to see what’s happening with the so called “Freedom Convoy” in Ottawa, Alberta, and blocking the bridge between Detroit and Windsor. When I see protesters in our area, I have a tendency to roll down my window and shout at them. That’s not helping the cause, I know. My wife doesn’t like it when I do it. But sometimes you have to use the platform you have to speak out. That’s why this blahg will be political today.
First, let’s talk about Freedom. The protesters in these convoys and blockades and occupations say this is about Freedom. Take a look around, if you don’t see iron bars in front of your face then I’d say you already have Freedom. Yes, you have the Freedom to say you don’t like the vaccines or the mandates but don’t make the rest of us pay for your Freedom of making a poor choice. Many of these protesters deny the science behind vaccines but most of them are not scientists or health care providers or researchers. They keep spouting the same incorrect lies and clap-trap that we’ve heard from Americans and Donald Trump. We don’t need that. America has its own problems and Donald Trump is one of them. I’m glad he’s not in power anymore. He’s an idiot and a racist. That’s all the time I’ll spend on him.
These protesters and truckers in the convoys and occupations are making the rest of us pay for having done the right thing. Vaccines are the right thing. Vaccine passports and mask mandates are the right thing. The majority of us are tired of the mandates but we do what we have to do to keep ourselves and everyone else safe. Again, we are the majority and we don’t picket or protest or upset other people’s lives. No one should reward the Freedom Convoy because the rest of us, the majority, are not asking for a reward for having done the right thing. The only way we get through this is for everyone to get a vaccine, if you can, and not protest against the majority of us who know what is right and do what is right.
Lastly, this is a message to politicians. The Federal Conservative party want to cave to the demand of the protesters. They want our Prime Minister to end mandates or repeal them. That’s wrong! We don’t negotiate with terrorists and when you’re protesting and terrorizing everyone because you’re in the minority and wrong, we shouldn’t negotiate with you! Stand strong Prime Minister Trudeau. I support our Prime Minister in not meeting with the Freedom Convoy. Again, don’t negotiate with the minority. The majority stand behind you!
In Ontario, Doug Ford has done very little. There will be a spring election and it will be time to vote him out. He has powers in his tool-kit to deal with the protesters but he doesn’t use them. He should be in the media every day decrying the actions of the protesters and the Freedom Convoy and telling them to go home. If he can’t or won’t do that, it’s time for Doug Ford to go home permanently and let someone else lead who knows that the majority are the voices you need to listen to. Majority equals votes and right now, you’re not likely to get them!
That’s enough for this blahg. Stay safe and keep up the good fight. Vaccines work and mandates work. I’ll roll down my window anytime and say that. That’s my Freedom.
Today is the last day in 2021. I’m not sorry to say I’ll be glad to see it gone. 2021 wasn’t a bad year but any year, especially the second in a row, where we’re all still dealing with Covid 19, isn’t anything to brag about. I thought I would take a moment to look back on this year and list some of my accomplishments. So here’s another self-serving blahg but really a blahg to help remind me what I did do this year and what might be left to be done in 2022.
Well, I wrote 21 blahgs in 2021, 22 if I manage to get this one posted today, so that’s pretty good. I looked at my blahg situation and realized back in January that if I doubled down, I could reach the 100 blahg mark by the fall. I did even better by publishing the 100th blahg, THIS IS 100, PART ONE, on August 25th and if you include this blahg, again pending it’s publication today, this will be number 107. I posted my first blahg, THE BLAHG & THE MOST HAPPY SOUND, on August 2nd, 2011 and ten years later I’m still writing. If you want to know more about me or what I’ve been up to in the past 10 years then read the previous 106 blahgs or at least the recaps THIS IS 50, PART ONE., THIS IS 50, PART TWO, THIS IS 100, PART ONE, and THIS IS 100, PART TWO.
In addition to the 100 blahg goal, I had set some other tasks for myself. If you check out the first blahg I posted in 2021, THE FALSE DUCKS VIDEO BLAHG #4: OH, DIDN’T I RAMBLE, I detailed some other things I wanted to do this year. The corresponding blahg, THE RAMBLE UNPACKED, updated details on some books I wanted to read, some albums I wanted to listen to, some movies I wanted to watch, and a cuckoo clock I wanted to repair. I accomplished all of that and more. I also continued on a goal to watch all of Bette Davis’ films in chronological order. I think I had started this goal in 2020 and it continued this year. I had started with Bad Sister from 1931 and worked my way through to “Pocketful of Miracles” from 1961, which is a Christmas movie, before taking a break for the Christmas holidays. That’s a total of 71 films and it would have been 72 if I could have found a place to watch her second film, “Seed”, from 1931. If anyone knows where I can view this film, please let me know.
I also got back to collecting all of the volumes in The Complete Short Fiction of Clifford D. Simak. I had previously purchased Volume One because it contained the release of “I had no head and my eyes were floating way up in the air” which was submitted in the 1970s for publication in Harlan Ellison’s “The Last Dangerous Visions”. That anthology has never been published but that lost Simak story is available in the new Simak anthology “I Am Crying All Inside and Other Stories: The Complete Short Fiction of Clifford D. Simak, Volume One”. I began to purchase all of the other volumes because they also included his War and Western stories in addition to his short Science Fiction stories. Open Road Media Science & Fantasy who publish these volumes usually will release four volumes at once in electronic format then months later will release them in paperback format all on the same date. I had purchased the first eight in paperback and was waiting for the publication of volumes 9-12. The electronic versions of these last four volumes have been available for a few years but only Volume Eleven, “Dusty Zebra And Other Stories”, was released in October this year. Why skip nine and ten and also omit twelve? It boggled my mind. My wife got me Volume Eleven for Christmas. Here’s hoping in 2022 we see the other three missing volumes in paperback.
Looping back to the topic of Covid 19, I am proud to say I have both vaccines and a few days ago on December 27th, I got my booster shop. My arm was sore for a day and I was tired the day after receiving the booster but everything else was fine. My message for everyone for 2022: GET A VACCINE OR GET YOUR BOOSTER! My brother and his wife and children didn’t get to come up to Canada for Christmas this year because the family came down with Covid 19. I know my sister-in-law was pretty sick for a few days but I shutter at the thought of how worse it could have been if she hadn’t had her vaccines. That’s all I’ll say about Covid for the rest of this blahg.
Just before Christmas, my daughter Abbie and I were able to attend the Transformers Convention in Mississauga, December 10-12. The convention in 2020 had to be cancelled due to, I’m not saying it because I promised, and this past July’s convention was moved to this December. My daughter and I usually have a blast at these conventions and we had a good time this year as well. Here are a couple of YouTube videos of the dealer room. They’re not mine but it gives you an idea of how much product is to be found.
My daughter found some treasures and so did I. The convention also has panels with artists and voice talent and Saturday night of the convention usually features a script reading. All attendees can audition for the script reading and Abbie was chosen for the script reading in 2019 but I had never been chosen. I wasn’t going to audition and we were just hanging around in our hotel room when I decided to go down and watch others audition. At the last minute, I did an audition for a character called Tripredacus. The audition line they gave me made it sound like this character was a gangster but everyone auditioned with loud booming voices. I decided to try out with an Edward G Robinson public enemy number one gangster type voice and I was selected. I had to text Abbie and she managed to get down in time to see me do the reading with the others who had been selected. She took some audio or video and when I get it from her, I’ll post it here.
I was very pleased to be selected for Tripredacus even though I didn’t know who that was. Later research from the Transformers Wiki for Tripredacus, https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Tripredacus, explains that he’s a character from Transformers Beast Wars. Here’s their explanation:
Tripredacus is a slimy “Battle Master” who prefers to emerge from underground to attack Maximal fortresses in the dead of night, tenaciously crushing all before him, spreading plague-like destruction wherever he goes. The weapons of his composite members form a slashing mega-missile launcher that he uses to tear his way into battle.
Tripredacus is composed of the three-member Tripredacus Council:
Ram Horn
Sea Clamp
Cicadacon
I don’t know if that is clear to you but that Transformers Wiki entry also detailed that in 1997 the three figures of Ram Horn, Sea Clamp, and Cicadacon were released separately and all three could be combined together to make the Tripredacus figure. After my script reading triumph, I was determined to find these three figures to combine into my own Tripredacus. On Sunday, Abbie and I returned to the Dealer Room to search for the three figures. I had set a price point of $60 for my Tripredacus but if you check that out on Ebay, it’s way too low. One dealer did have a Ram Horn complete for $40:
I decided to keep looking. Eventually Abbie found a dealer with an assortment of bagged figures. In one bag, in a box on the floor, we found the other two figures, Sea Clamp and Cicadacon
The figures were complete except their weapons and the dealer wanted $40 for the bag containing the pair. Abbie and I were looking them over and wondering what the odds were that we’d find these two together when the dealer offered to sell me the pair for $20. This was a no-brainer! I decided that these two for $20 plus the Ram Horn from the other dealer for $40 would match my price point of $60 for all three figures. Below is an image of my Tripredacus that Abbie combined for me this week from Ram Horn, Sea Clamp, and Cicadacon:
Another accomplishment from this year was the work I have done with Fresh Sound Records for the upcoming 2022 release of the complete recordings of Linda Keene. I can’t talk more about it and I can’t share the booklet mock up that was sent to me but stay tuned. The release is going to be spectacular.
In my last blahg, THE 2021 DEAD FROM THE NECK UP CHRISTMAS SPECIAL, I posted the new Christmas special I completed with my friend Stephen Dafoe and our announcer, my other friend, Bryan Dawkins. That deserves re-posting because it too was another accomplishment for me in 2021:
I think I’ll quickly end this blahg before it becomes a brag fast. Some of my blahgs this year introduced or reintroduced some forgotten bands, especially Bob Scobey, as well as some forgotten songbirds. I was thinking about doing another blahg on some more forgotten songbirds, which I may yet do in 2022, but I’ll end this blahg with a song by one I recently discovered. Her name is Dottie Reid and she only did a handful or recordings with bands led by Buddy Rich, Benny Goodman, and Muggsy Spanier. There are also some live remotes available of recordings she did with these bands. I’ll save those recordings and her biography for another blahg but I came across a V-Disc recording she did with Johnny Blowers and Gang in 1948. Here’s an image of that V-Disc:
Here’s her version of “Born To Be Blue”:
What a beautiful version of that song from a forgotten songbird. More on her, in a later blahg.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Day and the start of 2022. Let’s hope it’s special for all of us and we find ourselves healthy and happy. Celebrate every day and all your accomplishments. In 2013 I closed a blahg with the following quote and it too bears repeating: “After wishing everyone health and hugging and kissing, Frank Sinatra would always close with “In the next year, may we find peace in the world and peace among ourselves.” That’s an accomplishment I’d gladly toast to! Happy New Year!
Here it is mid-may and I have a tale for you. I haven’t spoken much about Covid 19 and the vaccines but I finally have something to say. First let me say that I am pro-vaccine and I certainly encourage everyone to get whatever vaccine they can get. I’m not anti-mask or anti-vaccine and I believe we should all follow all of the safety precautions and do our social distancing and not gather when it’s not safe to do so. This isn’t rocket science folks. Do the right thing! Moving on.
I have been trying to get a vaccine for more than a month now. I live in a rural area but I’m very close to a populated city, Belleville, Ontario and I even work in Belleville. I’m 58 and I’ve been on numerous wait-lists and have signed up through our Health Unit and on a local pharmacy’s website. I was casting my lines but getting no nibbles. On April 27th, I happened to stop into one of the Shopper’s Drug Mart on my way to work to purchase stamps when I thought to stop by the pharmacy section to ask about the vaccine. It was just before 10am and they hadn’t started giving out their daily doses so they asked me if I wanted one then and there. Of course I jumped at it and even convinced them to schedule my wife for later that date. I was just in the right place at the right time.
I was informed that it was the AstraZeneca vaccine but I didn’t care. I know there’s been some people who have died of rare blood clots but the smart people were saying that was extremely rare and to get the first vaccine that is offered. We have to get that herd immunity. Like I said, I didn’t care. I was given the information about the vaccine and agreed to it and got the jab in my left arm. I even texted my wife and children and my employer stating that I was no longer a vaccine virgin. I was happy that I did it.
Jump to later in the day and my left arm is very sorry and I have a slight headache. That evening the headache got worse and I started to feel unwell. I knew this was a possibility and I didn’t worry. I went to bed feeling ill and woke up in the middle of the night with the chills and shaking vigorously. My wife had to share her body heat to keep me warm and to stop the shivering. It wasn’t foreplay. Luckily she only had a slight headache from her vaccine. I eventually got back to sleep and then awoke later in the morning just soaked from sweat. I had to lie in my underwear on top of the blankets to try and cool down. I know, that’s an image you’ll never get out of your head.
I had received my vaccine on a Tuesday and I didn’t have to work the next day. Good thing, too, because I felt like I had been hit by a truck and not the nice kind with an ice-cream cache inside. I still had the headaches but I generally felt like I had the flu. That night, the buzzing in my ears started. The next day I felt a little better and by Friday I was running at about 90% of my old self but still with the ear buzzing and a slight headache. Friday afternoon, on my way home from work, my nose started running strenuously for about 30 minutes then stopped. Then the headache increased with dizziness, blurred vision, and chills and sweats again. The next day, Saturday, I was run over again by the same truck.
In the afternoon on Saturday I thought maybe I should get a Covid test because it was possible I had been infected before my vaccination and the current symptoms were from that. I managed to get into a drive-through Covid testing site and the results were back the next day and they were negative. I was still not feeling well on the Monday, May 2nd so I called the pharmacy that gave me the vaccine and they said to call my Doctor. I called my Doctor and told them I had been sick since getting the vaccine but I also had a Covid test but it was negative. The receptionist at my Doctor’s office said I wasn’t supposed to call her but to call “them.” I said, “who’s them?” She said, “the Covid testing center.” I explained again that I didn’t have Covid but everything had happened since getting the AstraZeneca vaccine. She took a moment to consult with my Doctor and said my Doctor would call me on Thursday afternoon, May 6th.
Meanwhile, I felt awful. I had the never-ending headache, buzzing in the ears, I had no energy and I was tired all the time. There was no fever and no cough. By the time my Doctor called me on Thursday, there had been no improvement. The pharmacy had recommended either Tylenol or Ibuprofen but neither did anything for me. My Doctor listened to me explain my symptoms over the phone and then basically said it was a side-effect of the vaccine and that I would have to tough it out. Five minutes later she called me back and asked for more details about when certain symptoms had started and intensity. She said she would call me back. Five minutes later, her receptionist called me and said the Doctor wanted to see me in her office right away.
I live 30 minutes away from my Doctor’s office so the drive was a little stressful. In fact, I was already dizzy and probably shouldn’t have driven myself. My wife was at work and I texted her but when the Doctor tells you to come to her office when she’s not seeing anyone in person then you don’t delay. By the time I got to her office, my heart was pounding and I was exhausted. I had to sit in an exam room for 10 minutes and I fell asleep.
When my Doctor finally came in she could see I wasn’t well but she asked me why I had come in. Duh, you told me to. She then asked why I had waited until today to report my symptoms. I explained that I had actually called her office on Monday and was told she would call me back Thursday. She was surprised by that and said they had some things to learn in her office…yeah, at my expense. I’ve had this Doctor for almost thirty years. She should know that I don’t usually come in unless I’m really ill. The Doctor then took my blood pressure, temperature, and then had me do some hand-eye coordination tests. She also had me try to walk a straight line with heel to toe but I kept stumbling because I was dizzy. She then told me to sit down because she was going to call the hospital because she wanted me to get to the Emergency department and get blood work and an MRI or Cat Scan if possible. If I wasn’t feeling ill before, that news sent me into a spin.
After five minutes, the Doctor came back and said the Hospital didn’t want to see me. She said they felt it was probably a reaction to the vaccine and that I would have to tough it out. Wasn’t that what she had said on Monday? Why all the tests and causing my anxiety to max out? Apparently the hospital was sure I hadn’t had a stroke and didn’t have a blood clot. This was after no blood work or xrays or even seeing me and they could diagnose me second-hand through my Doctor. I wasn’t impressed. I was drained and the ride home wasn’t much better than the drive in. I was exhausted when I got home and went and lay down for two hours. Sheesh!
The next day, Friday May 7th was no better and I was even worse on the Saturday and had to spend a lot of time in bed. Sunday was Mother’s Day and the sun shone and our son came to visit. I felt better but tired. Monday I had a dentist appointment and rallied enough to attend that. The dizziness and headache were still there. Today is Tuesday and I still have the headache and ear-ringing but I’m toughing it out and came to work. I’m off now until Friday. I’d love to wake up without the headache and ear-ringing but hopefully that will fade too. Yesterday, my local pharmacy notified me that I could come get my AstraZeneca vaccine. I phoned and told them I had it already. I didn’t tell them what they could do with the one they were holding for me.
Nothing is ever simple with me. I kept telling people I was glad I got the vaccine but if I knew I’d have this kind of reaction, I’d have waited for Pfizer or Moderna. It’s been a tough two weeks. I think my Doctor has learned something or I hope she has. Still, there’s talk about discontinuing AstraZeneca in Ontario so I’m wondering what that means for my second shot. There’s also talk about mixing and matching. I didn’t think you’re supposed to do that with medicine. I know you’re not supposed to mix your drinks. Honestly, this is like the magician asking you to pick a card and you hope he guesses right. Again, I’m encouraging everyone to get a vaccine but maybe read my precautionary tale and then put yourself on every list and get the one that you feel the most comfortable receiving. When the magician asks you to take a card and put it back, hide an extra one up your sleeve and screw up the whole trick. Stay home. Stay safe. And get a vaccine…I’m just not going to say which one.
Well, it’s the day before Christmas and, as usual, I’m cutting it close to finish this Christmas blahg.Today is December 24th, 2020 and I haven’t written a new blahg since my last one, TRACING LINDA KEENE, PART 3: ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD, way back in September. Frankly, that blahg series tired me out and I’ve had other things to keep me busy. Living in the time of a world wide pandemic, Covid 19, hasn’t helped and it’s part of the theme of this blahg. Christmas is a little different this year and we’ll have to make the most of it; any way we can.
Last year’s Christmas blahg, MEATS AND CHEESES AND BABY JESUS, detailed how I had to change some of the plans I normally have for this time of year. I had to miss the live Nativity in Bloomfield last year and had to find a new place to cut down our real Christmas Tree. This year, we’ve had to adapt to doing things differently. Emmanuel Baptist Church in Bloomfield, Ontario still had their Nativity this year but it was a drive-through experience. We waited an hour to drive by all of the stations from the announcement from the angel to Mary about her impending birth, through Joseph’s visit from the angel, to the shepherds, on to the magi, and onward to Bethlehem. There were ten stations in all and at the beginning we were give a CD with 10 tracks to play; one at each station. We were also given a bag of cookies and either hot chocolate or hot cider. I’m glad I didn’t have to miss it and that Emmanuel Baptist found a way to make this season a little bit more enjoyable with us all keeping our social distance.
The hunt for this year’s Christmas tree was also very different. Carol’s Christmas Tree Farm in Napanee, where we cut our tree last year, was closed this season due to the pandemic. That left me no other options than to pursue a tree at a local nursery. My daughter Abbie came home from University on December 9th and I waited until she was home before turning to the tree issue. My wife had suggested Lockyer’s Country Gardens in Picton. I remember years ago, probably close to 20 years ago, I bought one there and paid $30 back then which I thought was pricey. Still, my options were limited so Abbie and I set out on Friday, December 11th and headed to Lockyer’s. We were surprised when we saw no trees outside and even more surprised when we found no trees inside. I asked a young guy who worked there where they kept their Christmas trees. He didn’t laugh but he apologized and said they were all sold out. He also said the local firemen who sold trees by the fire-hall were also sold out. I asked where we might find one in the County, being Prince Edward County where I live and where Picton is relatively in the center. He said he didn’t believe I could find one in the County but there might be a tree farm north of Belleville. I doubted any tree farm would be open during this pandemic and I certainly didn’t want to drive the hour it would take to find the farm he was suggesting.
Abbie and I were a little disappointed but were still determined. Lockyer’s was on the outskirts of Picton so we drove into Picton proper to scout around. The first place we passed was the Metro grocery store and there were about 10 trees stacked against the front door of various sizes. The price at Metro was $45. There were a couple that were over six feet and we thought they might be suitable. We decided to drive around to the other grocery store and by the fire-hall in case the fellow at Lockyer’s had been wrong about the firemen. There were no other trees to be found in Picton. Driving in from Lockyer’s we had passed the No Frills grocery store and Canadian Tire but we could see from the road that they had no trees for sale. As we drove into Picton, we saw some nice ones growing on people’s lawns that looked suitable but I didn’t have an axe nor the inclination to ruin the Christmas of someone else. We settled on a purchase from Metro. When we drove back to the store, we saw someone carting off one of the trees. Luckily, it was not one of the larger ones.
We were able to easily fit the tree inside our Hyundai Sana Fe with the back seats folded down. Carrying in the tree and setting it up was a breeze. It was only after we had it seated in the stand when I cut the twine that was bound around the tree. The tree did not unfold. It probably had been tied so long that it was going to hold its bound shape unless I did something. I searched the Internet about “how to relax a Christmas tree.” I thought about getting it drunk to see if it would relax but someone else suggested “just stick your arms in and push down on the branches. Go around the tree doing that and it should open up.” I still thought that getting it drunk would lessen the tree’s inhibitions. After all, it was more uptight that depressed. I did, however, like one person’s suggestion about trying to make the tree depressed. “If you tell the tree that it’s a very bad tree and it’s mother was a balsam fir so it will never amount to anything the tree will become depressed and it’s limbs will sag.” I opted for the method of massaging the tree. Someone also suggested adding ginger-ale to the tree’s water because their tree seemed to like it. Back to getting the tree drunk again but I don’t drink so the tree just had the ginger-ale water mix. Eventually after the massage and a night sitting in the ginger-ale solution, the tree looked much better. I think the image below speaks for itself:
Here are some pictures of some of our other decorations both outside and inside (click on the pictures for a larger image):
To add to your Christmas delight I’m going to post here something very special. I have mentioned before that from 1993 to 1995 my friend Stephen Dafoe and I, along with our producer and good friend Bryan Dawkins, had a radio show in the Belleville area called “Dead From The Neck Up.” The last show that aired was a Christmas show in 1995. You can check out the 1993, 1994, and 1995 Christmas specials here at http://www.falseducks.com/dead/readdead.html. We were all getting too busy back in 1995 and our lives took different directions. Stephen ended up moving to Alberta in the early 2000s and I wouldn’t reconnect with him until about five years ago. Bryan and I have remained in the Belleville region and keep in touch. So, I’ve been listening to some of our old shows to keep myself amused during this pandemic. A few weeks back I realized that it’s been exactly 25 years since our last show and I got to toying with the idea of a 25th anniversary reunion show. So, I emailed Stephen and he thought it would be fun. I wrote all of the sketches, had him record his parts and emailed them to me and then I contacted Bryan over the Internet and recorded his vocals over Facetime on my Ipad. The result is The Dead From The Neck Up 25th Anniversary Covid 19 Quarantine Special. Of course it’s a Christmas show and I just thought I would share this as it’s amazing with today’s technology what we were able to accomplish and now the Dead From The Neck Up cast is in their late 50s with a good laugh for this holiday season.
I also created Youtube video with some old images of Dafoe, Dawkins, and myself along with some of my Christmas light display.
One thing I should add is a sad note. My daughter Emily and her husband Charlie were set to come down for Christmas but because Charlie is battling a lingering cough, which is not Covid 19 related, they decided to stay in Toronto and not take any chances. This is the first time that Emily has not been home for Christmas. She is thirty now and we’ll just have to do a video chat. We picked up my son yesterday to have him home with Abbie and his mother and I and we went over to Emily and Charlie’s and met them in the parking lot of their building, socially distanced, and dropped off their gifts. They’ll still have to wait until Christmas morning to open them virtually with the rest of us. That’s how we’re making Christmas work for us.
It’s different times and we all have to roll with the punches. Christmas will come again next year and we’ll have a vaccine and hopefully we’ll gather again. Stay safe, stay home and hug those you can. Send virtual hugs to those you can’t and remember to listen to the “The Dead From The Neck Up 25th Anniversary Covid 19 Quarantine Christmas Special”.
Merry Christmas, and I’ll catch you back here in the New Year!
I began to purchase all of the other volumes because they also included his War and Western stories in addition to his short Science Fiction stories. 
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We have to get that herd immunity. Like I said, I didn’t care. I was given the information about the vaccine and agreed to it and got the jab in my left arm. I even texted my wife and children and my employer stating that I was no longer a vaccine virgin. I was happy that I did it. 
Good thing, too, because I felt like I had been hit by a truck 
In fact, I was already dizzy and probably shouldn’t have driven myself. My wife was at work and I texted her but when the Doctor tells you to come to her office when she’s not seeing anyone in person then you don’t delay. By the time I got to her office, my heart was pounding and I was exhausted. I had to sit in an exam room for 10 minutes and I fell asleep. 
I didn’t think you’re supposed to do that with medicine. I know you’re not supposed to mix your drinks. Honestly, this is like the magician asking you to pick a card and you hope he guesses right. Again, I’m encouraging everyone to get a vaccine but maybe read my precautionary tale and then put yourself on every list and get the one that you feel the most comfortable receiving. When the magician asks you to take a card and put it back, hide an extra one up your sleeve and screw up the whole trick. Stay home. Stay safe. And get a vaccine…I’m just not going to say which one.
Today is December 24th, 2020 and I haven’t written a new blahg since my last one, 
