11-09-10
One thing I didn’t mention about yesterday’s round at DeBary is the rude & crude pruning job the power line company had done to hole #3. The basket sits under a very old and lovely oak, which offered 3 picturesque pin positions by its very nature.
The pruning job, done to clear below the wires and several feet to each side, shaved off the right side of the tree, making the current (original) pin position pretty much a nothing hole. Not to mention the tree looks much scarier during night golf. Downright creepy.
I thoroughly prepared myself for today’s hospital visit by watching several episodes of “Scrubs”.
(Sorry to all of you sensitive people who would have preferred I mention “Gay’s Anatomy” instead, but that dreamy Patrick Dempsey doesn’t return my calls.
Since it looks as if I’ll be down for a few days, I finally resigned myself to also putting the Anti-Chrysler in the hospital. No diagnosis as of yet, however symptoms include over heating when not moving, (kinda like many drivers here in the Magic outskirts) No blower for AC or Heat, etc.
I burned up a brand spankin new engine a few years ago because it overheated,and I’m not yet interested in selling this one off, because I haven’t abused it to the best of my ability. One must have goals.
My roomie’s mechanic is a half mile jaunt from the hospital, so, Chad, my biz partner, ferried me over.
The registration & prep process was going smoothly until I realized that I had concentrated on bringing Chad tools and other goodies and failed to bring crucial paperwork. Thank goodyness for outmoded technology like fax machines, which belched forth the necessary info in time for 6 different people to ask about my allergies (heavy artillery) alcohol consumption (not nearly enough) and who is going to pick me up (hitchhiking)
Thus far I’m amazed at the lack of pain, but then, I did my best to NOT let the general wear off before diving into my new prescrip and lining my recently violated semi-crotchal area with frozen H20 globules in a semi-leak-proof container. I must be retarded. I’m actually trying to reduce the swelling in my crotch! What guy does that?
The most pain I’ve suffered so far is the bandage slowly plucking my Pantene-soft pubes. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. (Or because I’m a follicle wuss)
Tomorrow: Not a damn thing!
But this is, at its core, a disc golf blah blah blah’g, so since I have a mini pole hole in my room, I’ll probably thoroughly chronicle how I laid here and stared at it for hours and didn’t throw a thing at it. Rush on back, Ya’ll!
