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New kitty cat coming next week and other news

Greetings, readers. A week from tomorrow I will be bringing my new kitty cat home. While I miss my Keekee terribly, the Princess Josie era is set to begin. Keekee crossed over rainbow bridge in late January. Why do I feel guilty about getting another support animal? I shouldn’t. In my estimation, I need a living thing to come home to. I’ve got Keekee’s remains in a nice box placed where I can see it. I know she can’t see me … but yet I still feel guilty. Is this normal?

I even started to think about all the cute phrases I used to use with Keekee, such as, ”Do you want your dinner, would you like a treat, or it’s time to go nappies or sleepies?” I’ve convinced myself that I should use different phrases for Princess Josie. Perhaps I could use goody instead of treat, or din-din instead of dinner. Am I just being the silly?

Keekee lived to be 12 and when I get Princess Josie here, she’ll only be six months old. I hope to have at least a dozen years with my new kitty. That will make me 64 years old. My point being, P.J., as I’m going to call her, I do believe will be my final pet. When you have a pet as a youngster, first of all you might think it will live forever. Secondly, even when you know of death, you figure you have many more chances to have pets.

On to other news. My heart has pretty much been behaving itself, only giving me a few irregular heartbeats over the last few days. I’m going to get my new medication from the pharmacist this afternoon. That should solve the problem permanently. I decided yesterday that besides taking this medication, I’m not going to worry about my heart anymore. I’m going to let it do its thing, and I’m going to live my life; to do the things I want to do and that’s that. That might sound a little irresponsible to some people, but my point is, I’m not going to be afraid to live. I’m going to get up early, walk to the bus stop, do my job, as stressful as it might be sometimes, and do all the other things that involve daily life.

Before I close, just a brief word on the JMK Gaming Channel. I found out that I’m really only able to put new videos on my YouTube channel about once a week. This irks me. To have a successful YouTube channel, one must put videos up more often than that. I might have to readjust my morning schedule to accommodate my channel.

That’s it for today, readers. I bid all of you a great weekend, do take care, and as always, happy reading.

My stress test results and ice cream

Greetings, readers. I don’t mention this often, but I am Catholic, and for Lent this year I decided to give up my comfort food. Yes, I gave up ice cream, for a little over six weeks. To my surprise, I actually didn’t miss it nearly as much as I thought I would. In some ways, I felt better.

One oddity took place though. My irregular heart beat began just about the time I gave up ice cream. Is there a correlation there? I’m not a doctor and I couldn’t begin to tell you. I mentioned that to my cardiologist and I seem to recall him saying that he couldn’t figure how that would tie in.

Speaking of the old ticker, I still get a couple of irregular beats now and then, but things seem to be improving. My stress test actually went well. I was able to walk and even jog on their treadmill. I felt like the Bionic Man. I was hooked up to a gazillion leads, getting my heart rate up to at least 150. When the nurse said okay we could stop now, in a panic I said, “Please slow it down slowly. If you just stop the treadmill, I think I will go flying.” I was extremely happy to be put back on the examination table, and I could hear my heart in my ears. I’m quite certain it hasn’t pumped that hard in years. For your chuckle for the day, my idea of exercise is walking to and from a bus stop, plus any lifting of boxes of sauces at work. After the test, they told me my heart was absolutely normal. However, my doctor is going to put me on a five milligram medication to see if it will stop the irregular heart beats. I’m perfectly fine with taking another pill. I’ll just add it to my morning medicine cabinet. Even though the heart is fine, those occasional irregular heartbeats do freak me out. Prayers or good thoughts, please, for a favorable outcome.

Finally, a friend of mine turned 40 years old today. God do I feel old. Let me explain. I’ve known this lady for many years and we’ve been friends for most of that time. When I saw on Facebook this morning that she hit the big 4-0, I felt like the big 9-0 … even though I am only 52. Isn’t it funny how time flies. There is a theory going around that time appears to be speeding up. I have news for you readers: Time is constant but older people just have less of it. Even though I think of myself as a kid at heart, I have to realize that if I’m going to make my splash in the world it had better be soon. The clock is ticking.

Rebecca and I will both be here tomorrow as usual and we will have another interesting blog topic. Until then, I bid you a great day, take care, and as always happy reading.

From Rebecca: Hi, having a quiet day

Greetings, Joe’s readers. I am having a low-key day, hanging around with my husband Darren, doing some apartment cleaning later, some book work, an hour or so of playing a board game later with Darren, and waiting to hear an update from Joe. He has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon about his heart, and hopefully he will find out what is going on with it soon, without needing more tests first. If I may speak on his behalf, knowing Joe, he will probably let you know any definite news the week after he gets it. Good luck, Joe.

Darren, Joe, and I have been working on Darren’s novel Four’s a Crowd based on Joe’s play Kimberly for the last half decade. We’ll make progress on it for a while, then it will stall, then we will pick it up again, and so on. Right now I am doing work on it before we send it for the second proof. We all wanted the book to be ready to publish by now, but it stalled on my watch. I picked it up again, then ran into problems that took a bit to figure out. The other day, I was sitting here frustrated because the formatted software I was working with did something that I needed to undo and didn’t know how yet. UGH! Darren listened to me groan and moan for a while and then said it wasn’t worth it, maybe bag the whole thing. No, I can get this, don’t give up on it when we are so close. I think I have everything figured out for the moment. I need to change a bunch of tabs by moving the margin line, update the chapter page number index, and add the front cover attribution, then it should be ready for the second and hopefully last proof. So close to publishing it!

In other news, I need a new coffee maker. My late mother gave me the one I have now, almost fourteen years ago when Darren and I moved into our apartment. I use it once a day, don’t let it stay on past half an hour, and vinegar is regularly, so it has held up a long time. But it needs to be cleaned with vinegar every month now instead of every six months, steams a lot more when brewing, and it takes twenty minutes to make four cups. I don’t like change and I don’t want to lose something my mother gave me, but every time it makes a series of loud hissing sounds like it is demonic or a giant angry cat, I know the coffee maker is on its last legs and I need to replace it. I’m bummed, but I know that I will get used to the new coffee maker. I usually come around in the end when things change.

Not much else to say today. I had a few topics I thought about writing about, but I couldn’t get any to gel and develop enough for a blog entry. I will say I was really impressed by last Saturday’s (3/24/18) March for Our Lives, the rally in Washington D.C. for gun reform laws, and the other rallies across the country that joined in. There is a lot to despair in the world these days, but seeing the youngest generation be so strong, focused, and vocal about a shared goal gave me a lot of hope for the future.

Joe will be back next Wednesday, and probably Thursday as well. Until then, as he would say, take care, have a great weekend, and happy reading.

My health, what is the worst that can happen? My heart could go splat

Greetings, readers. An incident happened yesterday afternoon which has seriously made me reconsider what is going on in my life right now. I am now making it publicly known that I am having some minor heart issues. At least I hope they are minor. I was sent home early yesterday from my fast food job because my irregular heartbeat would not calm itself. I am glad I am getting it checked tomorrow.

While I am at the doctor’s Thursday afternoon, Rebecca will be putting up the blog from home. I am taking off tomorrow completely to rest before my stress test. Let me explain the current phenomena. The heart goes wrong when I’m stressed, when I’m tired, or quite often after I sit down from an activity. The fluttering sensation lasts about 5 to 15 seconds and then goes away. If anybody can give me information about what this might be, please leave a comment in the comment section or catch me on my Facebook page. Any info would be most helpful.

I know that pessimism is a bad trait but last evening I could not help but think of all the bad things that could go wrong in the coming weeks. What is the doctor going to say? What is the stress test going to show? I’m so paranoid, I’m going to pack an overnight bag in case the doctor sends me right to the hospital. For those of you who want a chuckle, yes, I was a boy scout for one day and remember their motto is always be prepared.

I also began to do an overview of my life last evening, starting from an early age and going right on up through the years. I had a happy childhood, and high school was fine, then things started to go wrong. Because of my disability that no one in my family wanted to address, myself included, I did not graduate from Penn State University. I failed. Later on I got married. That didn’t work either. I failed. My writing career is not that much to speak of, less the blog and a few small completed works. I won’t call that a failure, but I’m not paying the rent with my royalties. I’m sure you can see the pattern here.

I also started to think about my time at Bear Spring Camps. Oh, the joyous childhood memories I have with Mr. Greco, Dave, and everyone who has camped there over the years. I consider them all my family. With this season’s camp week approaching in a few months, last night I asked myself just how many more years do I think I’ll be able to go? As a naïve youngster, I thought I would go until the day I died. Well, this camp season might be it for me. Perhaps not. But I don’t see myself going for another 25 years. Either health or lack of money will prevent that.

Yes, readers, times change, people’s health deteriorates, and the carefree happiness of youth turns into the hard reality of adulthood. I will have some of the test results by the end of tomorrow. With all the information in, I will be able to make a plan about staying at my job or having to give it up to take care of my health issue. I hope not, I actually love my job.

Well, this macabre entry has gone on long enough. I’ll close on a cheerful note. Views of my gaming channel videos have improved slightly. Rebecca told me this morning that I need to add my full name to the tags, as it will make it easier for people to find said videos in a YouTube search of just my name. Thank you very much to Rebecca.

Rebecca will chime in tomorrow and we’ll both be back as usual next Wednesday. Until then, take care, have a great few days, and happy reading.

My heart seems to be skipping a beat lately

Greetings, readers. I know I am no spring chicken any more, but on the other hand I am only 52 years old. Approximately ten days ago, I noticed that my heart was beating irregularly from time to time. One time it would pound hard, the next incident it would feel like it was skipping a beat, and my most distressful moment was when I got a heart grab that lasted for a few seconds and really made me stand up and take notice.

One of the classic symptoms of a heart attack is pain or numbness in the left arm. I am happy to report I do not have that symptom. Feeling all right other than that, I was waiting to see if it would correct itself. It did not, and I was urged by friends to get it checked out. Wouldn’t you know it, upon going to my general practitioner, I got hooked up to the EKG and ‘Nothing but normal.’ Don’t get me wrong, I was happy, but part of me wanted the doctor to see what was going and tell me. No such luck.

The doctor did suggest and order a stress test, which is happening this coming Monday. Oh joy, oh bliss. I get to go to work from 10am to 2pm, hop a cab, and then walk on a treadmill for an hour with hurting and tired feet. Yay, me. If the heart goes thumpity-thump-thump the right way it might be worth it. Perhaps the stress of the hurting feet might make the heart do what I want it to do so it can be measured.

One big thing that is different since all this started is the lack of ice cream in my diet. I gave that up for Lent. I doubt seriously if that has anything to do with it at all, but it is a weird coincidence that the heart irregularity is happening at the same time.

I will find out Monday during the stress test exactly what is going on and more importantly what to do about it. Oh goody, I will probably be put on another medication. Yay. There are many people in the world who take more pills than I, but I was really hoping not to add to my total any time soon. Of course, dear readers, I will keep you up to date on the outcome of my visit.

Before I close, a side note. R.I.P. to a genius … the great Stephen Hawking who passed away yesterday at age 76. He inspired millions as he used innovation and technology to be able to move around and speak to do great work despite his disability. He was a giant in the scientific world. I’m sure he will be missed by all who knew and loved him.

There you have it, today’s entry. If you know something about Stephen Hawking and wish to share, please chime in with the comment section or on my Facebook page. Until tomorrow, have a great day, take care, and happy reading.