09/15/2019 – J-Dub's Grin and Bear It

Well with things that have happened lately … some stuff which has made the light of day and other things which have not, we opted for a quiet 35th anniversary. We ate a late breakfast at Denny’s followed by watching the movie IT and then grocery shopping. Since we missed lunch, we opted for a very early dinner at Pappadeaux followed by Baskin and Robbins ice cream of course.

Now I’m paying the price. I haven’t recently blogged about my medical meat market woes but things have not gone away. In fact, they’re worse. On 8/20, I was prescribed an RX that I’m afraid to take until today. Now I’m throwing caution to the wind. Happy Anniversary 🎉

An unlikely source, our Pony Boy convinced me. He says “mom unless you have a gaping wound or something really bad doctors can’t diagnose you first try. Take the damn medicine and if it doesn’t work tell her and she’ll give you something else”.

Hmm 🤔 and here I wanted a diagnosis first then a prescription (not a could be … sounds like). My response was “if I get kidney cancer, I’m blaming you”. That was on the insert as a side effect. No joking. Plus I’m prone to kidney cysts. Every CT or MRI I’ve had shows them. I’m told they’re nothing and shouldn’t hurt. But something hurts. Regardless I wouldn’t blame anyone least of all my boy.

Now you all know the origin of my moniker: J for Jill, Dub for last initial, and “Grin and Bear 🐻 It” for story of my life.

As always more to come.

I’m going to start adding #SLS for better locating in the netherworld. I’ve heard hashtags are passe but who knows? Only the Shadow, least of all me. Bwhahaha

Jim our host with the most gives us Floor/House/Roof/Walls as prompts for today. I picked “House of the Rising Sun” and I think there could be doubles or triples but I’m not looking at anyone else’s until later this morning. Enjoy!

Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I’m one.

My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time that he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk.

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done,
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.

With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train,
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many young poor boys.
And god, I know I’m one.

The Animals

Songwriters: ALAN PRICE

The House of the Rising Sun lyrics © Emi Music Publishing, Beechwood Music Corp., Ole Cantaloupe Music, HANSEATIC MUSIKVERLAG GMBH & CO KG, KEITH PROWSE MUSIC PUBLISHING CO LTD, SONY/ATV SONGS LLC OBO COLUMBIA PICTURES MUSIC GROUP