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Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!

Back home after a short trip to Ye Olde VA.  Wasn’t bad, at least I came out with the same number of organs I went in with.  Apparently just some -serious- gallbladder inflammation that meds and rest, and <sigh> a diet change will take care of in the long run.
No more hot n’ spicy for me apparently.  Mr. GB don’t like the Hooters no more.
More’s the pity.

At least I got out in one piece.  And -hopefully- free of any ‘extra’ bugs.  In fact, got me some casual observations aboot the whole trip.


Lots of things, first and foremost was the “Cult of the Mask”

Can’t get in unless you have one on.  Like religiously worn.  Even missing an airbag, I didn’t get a pass on that one, although the cocky little bitch who told me that freaked the fuck out when I told her “When, not if I fall out from lack of O2 you’ve the one who’s going to have to carry my big dead-weight ass inside.”  She was about all of 5 foot 100 pounds soaking wet, and I said that with as much ‘sneer’ as I could put into it.

Now the kicker, once inside, as long as you had it hanging off yer ear, they were good with it.  Most of the staff I talked to said that they knew it was bullshit, that yeah, it’s a bad bug for –certain groups- but overall, handwashing and common sense would keep you fine, and the double masking?  Don’t get them started on that.
That also being said, there were two cases of Covid there this weekend.  Two. 

That’s it.  No “scads of dying and near-death COVID Corpses” stacked and dying… nope.  Two.  Both elderly, both expected to recover.  One dude was in his late 80’s.  The other had prior conditions, but the guy I talked to wouldn’t give any more than that.  Former Corporal.  E-4 Mafia Member

Told you, we network in and out of uniform like motherfuckers.

Another thing?

The place was empty.

Like Ghost Town levels of empty.  The only ones on the wards were guys and gals like me who had to go to the ER, and got admitted.  Kind of creepy, but it meant I had a room to meselves, and a couple of hottie nurses to flirt with.  I mean hell, I even told Wifey, “How do you expect me to get that extra pudding for dessert unless I flirt a lil babe?”

HIGHLY restricted menu.  And looks like it’s gonna be that way from here on oot.

Bummer Aye?

Aye, that it tis…

So, My many many many Thanks for all the good wishes and prayers from y’all.  Personally I think it helped to a point, that and the Big Jumpmaster in the Sky has plans for me.  That or I’m just too ornery to cash in.  But either way, thanks to you all.  I’ll be here for a while longer, and tomorrow I’ll work up one of my rants, as I’ve been out of contact with the news (real news that is) as I -refused- to watch the Propaganda that’s pumped in to the VA via the glass oculus, so’s I got s to study up a bit before blasting with both barrels.

More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter

Big Country

By BigCountryExpat

Fuck you if you can't take a joke. No one gets out alive so eat me.


  1. Glad you got RTD’d, take 2 motrin and get back to work.

    Seriously, glad you’re back and not too worse for wear. I’m the praying type, so I said some words for ya.

  2. Bro, Fifteen years ago, my gall bladder got the red ass at my pancreas and walled it off with little gallstones which souped 60% of the pancreas and killed it. Took 4 months in Cleveland Clinic before I saw home again. Y’all don’t need that crap but treatment has been force multiplied. Good luck and fast recovery.

  3. Wait – what? No bodies piled up with turkey buzzards feeding off carrion? And you got hottie nurses? Crap – now I’m jealous 😀

    Glad you’re on the mend. “More leafy stuff, less gooey stuff.”

  4. Hey BC, I had my GB taken out around 10 years ago when the last attack knocked me out because of the pain. The doc said I should have gotten it taken out years ago because it was “full” of stones and I was lucky I didn’t die that evening. Regardless, yes, it has sucked figuring out what I can and cannot eat, what cause me to literally run to the toilet before I shit my pants ( came close more than a few times), and of course now, I am dealing with diverticulitis and the joys of more food restrictions. But on the upside, I’ve lost 30, unneeded pounds this past year, feeling healthier, performance in mind and body are better. All that to say, I would recommend getting your GB taken out. But, if you keep it in, look into a doctor named Eric Berg. He has a ton of short videos on health and more than a few dealing with gall stones and GB health. Very good advice on what to do, how to heal it and all without prescription meds, just diet and healthy supplements. He’s helped me with my diverticulitis and with my low thyroid condition just by fixing my diet and introducing intermittent fasting (huge help). Just my two cents worth. Keep up the great work on educating the unwashed masses, love your stuff!

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