Not a good day.... dum spiro, spero.

Hello everybody…. Yesterday I was feeling bad and my head was hurting more than usual. So I adventured myself to go to the Emergency room here near the Army post. I arrived there at 10:40 AM and I was told that it was going to be a little bit of a wait before being seen by a doctor. In about 15 minutes I was called in to get my vitals checked. Then I went outside to the waiting room and started to read one Time magazine, then two Time magazines, then a Doctor came out and said that it was going to be a while before anybody could be seen because there was only ONE doctor and most of the doctors that were assigned to the Army Hospital were gone to Iraq and Afghanistan. After five hours in the waiting room I had enough and told the lady at the counter that I was leaving. She said that an Officer was going to call my house to find out why I had left the emergency room and I said to her that I would be glad to tell him or her why I left. My head was throbbing but I was so mad that I told the nurse that I was going to deal with the pain in my head the same way soldiers have done it for thousands of years…. I was going to get drunk and try to forget the pain for a little while.
Did anybody read or watched the story about the soldiers at Walter Reed Army Hospital? Wounded soldiers living in filth with the rats and mold!!!!!

I just wanted to vent a little bit…..
A few days ago I was touching my wife, I love touching my wife, I love grabbing her boobs, butt, her hands, her legs, I love kissing her and I love just being a childish fool next to her. I guess she doesn’t like it because she told me that she didn’t want to be touched that way….. She only wants little kisses and just gentle touches…. Well I do that too but then I get carried away and want to touch her everywhere….
She doesn’t like it because people might see us doing inappropriate things. That was not the first time she has told me that. A few months ago, I wanted her in the bathroom and then move it to the bedroom, she just gave me a dirty look and with her hands indicated “let’s get it over with….”
Now she wants to know why I am mad….. I just tell her that my head hurts. It does hurt like hell, but it is getting better.