Snippet-spewing Latin
Saw a friend of mine, Susan Fox, who I'd been best friends with when I was 12+13 years old. She walked ahead of me up an outdoor hill and I was amazed that she had three legs she was walking on, instead of two. She was wearing threelegged jeans. I asked her where she was going and she said that we were going to find her Mom at the wall..

A large tall thick brick wall had 3 or 4 different floors worth of window spaces looking through it.
People would go to the window spaces and rid themselves of their problems, their problems could be anything.

Susan Fox's mother's problem was Latin apparently..she hung her torso out the window and purged blathered Latin phrases out until she felt relieved enough to go home. Susan and I waited togethor for her mother to finish and then accompanied her home.

The Fox's house was quite different than it had been when I knew them, and Mrs. Fox, who I'd always called Tammy, had changed a good bit too. She was thinner and had straight hair, she'd aged beautifully and looked better than she had when she'd been in her forties.

We spoke about the old days and I described to them what I'd remembered of their house from way back when..the kitchen counter used to be there, and strung across that alcove had been a hammock. I asked about Susan's younger brother and sister, Arthur and Maggie, what had become of them?

Tammy told me about the wall, how you couldn't lie to the wall, the wall knows what your problems are, even if you don't. Tammy told me that my younger brother's problem for instance, was that he'd had sex with my oldest brother when he'd been a kid. Nobody knew this, only the wall knew..

I thought about this, surely my younger brother had problems, but I questioned and doubted that incest was one of them.

the end.

Yesterday I stopped by the pharmacy and asked if there was anything they could recommend for my inflamed muscle/nerve shoulder. It had progressively worsened in three days. I'd been taking pain relief aspirin and putting Arnica gel on it, but nothing was doing any good. The pharmacist gave me a box of orangeflavored tablets to dissolve under my tongue, but warned me I'd have to not take them w/aspirin. OMG the warnings!
Rosalyn, who arrived back in town yesterday, and Pippo and I were all taken aback by the extreme and lengthy list of undesirable possible side effects...2/3 of which were indecipherable.
The stuff is called Feldene Fast and its active ingredient is piroxicam, a non steriod anti inflammatory treatment.
If crossed with other medicines it can induce bronchial sposmadic crisis, with eventual shock, and other allergic reactions. It elongates the time of blood coagulation. Dialysis won't get the shit out of my body cause it connects to plasmodic proteins. Sometimes it coaches fatal bleeding ulcers and some rare cases of fatal hepatitis. It can make you deaf, anorexic, make your skin and hair fall off, hypo and hyperglycemic, depressed, vomiting and heart attacks.
But hey...my shoulder is feeling much better today.

F**King phone co. Last night at 3:40 am, my phone rang and rang and rang and rang...I didn't get up to answer it, but then worried that perhaps there was some emergency I needed to attend to and remained awake (or that maybe Leah was telephoning long distace from Rio Rancho and hadn't considered a time difference...) AT 4:AM the phone rang again and I picked up the receiver to hear a recorded message from an Italian phone co. about
how to receive voice mail, a service I don't have.
This morning I called the phone co. to see what the issue was and if they've given me voice mail, how to retrieve it. They said I don't have voice mail and if it happens again tonight that they'll try to figure out what's going on. Arghhh...