kvetching up

Crossroads I woke up at 3 a.m. to the sound of sirens in the far distance. On the other side of the fence line, a coyote repeatedly howled back an answer. The schmucks are snug in a den in the blackberry bushes. Willow thought about going out, but didn't fight it when I rejected her ask. I stand either quite near her outside or at the window when she goes out at night, depending on the perceived proximity of the little jerks. Most nights I go with her. Most nights since the coyotes came, and only when she knows they are around, she asks me and waits for me to come with her. She is no dummy. She could eat one or two coyotes, she is huge and built for war, but I don't want that to ever have to be tested. Most of the preliminary stuff is done. On Saturday I have an early morning ultrasound of my heart, just for kicks I suppose. I wonder if that will give them enough information to just say fuck it, we are cutting him open.  I've talked to two ppl who have had open heart surger...

He said, " Let me break it to you, son" Your shit's fucked up. " I said, "My shit's fucked up?" Well, I don't see how-" He said, "The shit that used to work- It won't work now." --Warren Zevon A Neurologist Walks into a Bar The neurologist called today, early, as it turns out.  Two hours early.  I do love how COVID-19 has changed everything.  I'm used to an appointment starting about 30 minutes before the doctor actually shows up.  This is a follow up appt., after I visited urgent care two weeks ago, and my PCP some days later, to try to solve the dizziness crisis.  I should mention here, the dizziness and attendant nausea, while not completely abated, has signficantly--like 95 percent improved.  The tinnitus rages on. So proud my tinnitus, my own progeny, never lets anything stop him.   "Did they talk to you about your vestibulary arteries at Urgent Care?" the doctor asks me.  I tell her no.  She asks if I know what...