In Which Will Accidently Writes a Thursday Downer

Yesterday after some serious strenuous activity at the gym we got a major throbbing headache. We were concerned and even wondered if we were having an 'event'. Even this morning a few dull pangs remain. Yikes.

Last fall we had raging, chronic gout and the doctor brought up surgery. We laughed manically and threw things at the doctor as he fled the room. Let these people open up my foot and play around? After they've chronically failed to fix the problem? Did you here that? 

[Oh, aren't you getting your cockney up this morning?-Ed]

Shut up, Ed. You're a Liverpudlian...

Na, no emergency room. No doctors. We'll go to the ER and they'll say, 'We'd like to admit you for observation', to cover their own legal liability. The most likely explanation for yesterday was a bad headache. Why go to the trouble?

[That's the kind of thinking you had 6 years ago when you were on the treadmill and experiencing chest pains-Ed]

Yes, yes. 40 years ago we'd have dropped dead, just like our mum's dad did opening the garage door in 1984*. In 2015 they put a stent in our artery and gave us a handful of pills. And our cholesterol is still at terminal levels. We bet 600 +. We're genetically predisposed to high cholesterol, so it will be high no matter what. 

Also, high cholesterol is a side effect of one of our tox pills. We were taking one pill, which leads to a side effect, and taking another pill to mitigate that side effect. Of course that pill also had side effects...The doctor's suggested more pills. We're on the verge of embracing, 'Wasn't sick till I went to the doctor' theory.

We must say we like our new 'read the printout' strategy. From a few days ago.

From left to right, pages which need to be read, pages which have been read, pages which have been corrected. We'll be done with the readthrough tomorrow.

We were worried about the Falklands chapter but after reading we're pretty happy with it. 

Thursday is usually the day we submit our disinformation to Moscow. We await events in Washington and will probably write something this weekend while Mrs. Stroock watches Sports Ball. We anticipate writing an article titled, 'Joe's no good, horrible, very bad month.' Writing your story before events are over is a cardinal sin. We didn't spent 50 K a year to go to the Columbia School of Journalism so we'll wait.  

*The chalk outline remained on the garage floor for a coupe of years. We liked to lay down within the lines.