Near Death Experience At Kaiser Permante Woodland Hills

Wally had three teeth that needed extracted. First of all, it was two but the oral surgeon found the one next to those two had to be removed as well.

He goes in for teeth cleanings every four months and with Xrays, so what's with the need for extractions to begin with? A question I'm posing for the next dental visit.

Because he is on blood thinners for a protein C deficiency, the blood wants to clot, a genetic disorder, he had to be taken off the thinners. One doctor, a retired doctor at Kaiser told me the risk wasn't much of him forming a blood clot being momentarily off the thinners. But the Kaiser Coumadine clinic at Kaiser Woodland Hills, ran by pharmacist, had him switch to a different blood thinner. An in the belly shot of lovenox, every twelve hours instead. Then, after surgery, both with a large dose coumadinan and the shot that night.

Wally bled throughout the night. I was stuffing his mouth with every piece of gauze I had and I had a lot on hand. The next day, I didn't give him the shot and he stopped bleeding so the following day I tried to reach a doctor or the Coumadin clinic. I was told to keep to the schedule and to expect some bleeding. Okay, but he's really bleeding and for hours.

Thursday, after his shot, at about two in the morning, I wake up to Wally gurgling in his blood. Out of both sides of his mouth blood is pouring, the whole pillow is bloody, not just the case but the actual pillow. He is gasping for breath. I get him up, clean out his mouth, stuff his mouth with gauze and call Kaiser. After twenty minutes, of talking to one nurse who would than have me talk to another nurse, and who I had to repeat for the third time his medical number, date of birth and who I am, tells me to call 911.

I call, they come out, Wally is okay, his vitals are okay but blood pressure very low and they take him to Kaiser emergency. The Doctor, Dr. Chin, when I gave her the the list of medicines and the times and amounts, said, "Why is he on two blood thinners?"

"That's what they told me to give him! I read it back twice to make sure it was correct."

Dr. Chin said, he's had three teeth pulled, this is too much blood thinner for him."

"NO SHIT"

"That's what I thought, but to get someone to understand that, well good fucking luck at the Woodland Hills Kaiser."

Me and a friend get Wally home after a half a day in the emergency and my pockets stuff with more gauze the doc gave me. As soon as I get in our house the phone rings and it's the Coumadin Bitch. She tells me his reading is 1.9 and it needs to be between 2.0 and 3.0 so double his dose for that day.

"Don't you think he needs to stop bleeding first?"

"We want to see his level between 2.0 and 3.0 or he could have a blood clot."

"What's worse, bleeding to death or a clot?"

"His reading should be 2.0 and 3.0"

Got it you fucking bitch, you don't know your pharmacist ass from a hole in the ground just as long as the patient goes by your 'By The Book' reading. "Okay, thanks."

I gave him half the dose, there is no fucking blood clot and he isn't bleeding either and is now able to walk and talk.

Thanks Kaiser, Live long and soulless.   You fucking robot cunt.

Blow Wind, Crack Your Cheeks A Fatwa Is In The Air

And blowing it has. It is cold and windy, I feel like I'm on the plains of Montana. What's funny is that Alaska is warmer than we are. Of course there is nothing to global warming. Nothing at all. Made up boog-a-boo,  according to the GOP. That Grand Old Party. What's so grand about it is how long they have kept people stupid. It's like the Catholic church. Keep them stupid or they'll think for themselves and who knows where that would lead. They might turn progressive and think we all have to work together on this space ship called earth. They might think the concept of a god is ridiculous.

Hell they might even think gays and lesbians are part of the natural order of things on this planet and want to accept them as human beings. When everybody knows God has condemned them to eternal fire for who they are--gay.

The Greeter next door is missing a wife. It's very strange over there, of course it has always been strange but now stranger than strange. A black SUV was parked there this afternoon and The Greeter came home early. It may be he is getting a fatwa out for her demise. She knows plenty too. She knows where the bombs are planted, where he gets the materials, she knows too much, which is why I planted an espalier, semi-dwarf, apple tree near the fence. I want to put as much between us and them as I can.

The Muslim brotherhood is not to be fucked with. But with an apple tree between us and them, well, it adds a bit of thickness with the redwood fence. Now there is the beginning of a barrier, the apple tree and then the lemon tree next to the fence and after that, growing on the fence is star jasmine. After the star jasmine is extra fencing to cover the cracks and loads of sphagnum moss baskets of ferns and orchids under the patio with nursery screening attached.

He may have lost his wife, but we have a barrier just in case things get crazy over there and he goes ape-shit and starts a killing spree of bombs for the burka babes. We are ready. We are prepared with egg laying chickens, a newly planted crop of garlic, onions, beets and now apples.

So let the wind blow. Let it howl so as to cover up the shrill cries of The Greeter's wife when she is captured and beheaded in the backyard for leaving. We can't hear a thing over here. 

Personally, I don't blame her, being mounted by The Greeter would put me off my feed for more than a week. He is one ugly Muslim Holy Warrior.

Muslims In The Hood

It's worse than I thought, there are Muslims, mostly Iranian Muslims, littered throughout the hood. Next door, they put up this single string of Christmas lights across the garage.

So what's with that?

They are Muslims, no question and what is really strange is that it was only on the garage. The place they guard with a car always parked in front of it so that the car has to be moved to open the garage door that is never opened. Unless of course it is a crude attempt at camouflage. "We don't make bombs here Mr. FBI man. See, Christmas lights, no bomb."

I wouldn't be surprised to hear, any day now, the call to prayer from some tower erected overnight. Burka babes running around dressed in bed sheets and bearded rag-heads on camels. And they all want to live in these stucco mansions. No yard, just stucco. Better for bomb building I suppose when one of them goes off by mistake. I'm waiting for that too because I'm sure the guy next door is putting together some kind of bomb.

His wife hasn't been around, she's been gone all day, left early before he did, came back when he was gone and then left again before he came back. She still ain't back. Bet she is fed up with his god-damn bomb making shit cluttering up her kitchen. And it was so weird, I went to the backyard and lit up a joint. Sucked up some smoke, let it out in a cloud that floated right over the fence and guess who head I see just on the other side pop up? The Greeter with his black hair-helmet head. The cloud of smoke must of covered him. What the fuck was he doing next to the fence? Looking for his wife?
Shit, she left on the first camel out of the hood. They run more often than the buses do.
 

Bob The Boob

I had a chance to see a fun musical, Anything Goes at the Ahmanson.  We had talked about it at dinner with friends and Chuck said he would go to the theater and get us good seats. That saved the price Ticket Master charges for the same seats. So far so good. We talked about where to eat, I suggested the Pinot Grill, it's outside but they put up heaters and it's a fun place to have drinks and a meal next to the Peace fountain. Now Bob the Boob gets involved.

He wants us to go to dinner at the Founders Circle. If you have a lot of money and like giving it away to theater groups, this is the place for it, only it wasn't his money. He got in because a friend of ours who has Alzheimer's is a member and uses his membership. Nice guy huh. So he tells me to wear a sport jacket. You need a sport jacket to eat there.
 I don't have a sport jacket. I have jeans and shirts.

"Well, I have a sport jacket you can wear," he says to me.

"Why don't we eat at the Pinot Grill? It's fun and you don't need to wear a sport jacket.

"Well I'm paying for it and I want to do a nice thing for you."

Okay, he wants me to dress up so he can do a nice thing, like eat at a stuffy overrated place wearing clothes that don't belong to me.

On the way over to pick up Chuck he tells me they'll provide the sports jacket if I don't have one, which I don't. Okay fine. We pick up Chuck, give him the money for the tickets and when we get into the parking area, that I payed for, Bob the Boob tells me to take my hat off and not wear it in. This in front of Chuck, like I was a ten year old with a booger stuck on my nose.

Now, I'm partial to hats. I remove them when I'm in a theater of course but they are my security blanket. With great hesitation I take off the hat and leave it in the car. We walk in the back entrance and inside, no one is there. There are waiters and a bar, tables and all but nobody else is there.
No one is running over with a jacket to cover my hideous body that screams white trash. Nothing. We sit at any table, they are all without setups. Order a drink and Bob the Boob has already order for us, we don't get a choice. I take the chicken, they have the salmon.

No one else is there, we talk among ourselves, it was like being at a wake without the corpse.

The performance was great and although I had to bite my tongue and thank him for providing the dinner, I did and got through the night. Now get this, this sums up Bob the Boob. On the way back to his house where my car is parked, we pass a church and he tells me that is where an ex of his got married to a woman. They had a thing going and he had wanted a relationship but the guy left him because Bob the Boob was always tricking around. Bob the Boob tells me how much he loved the guy and so I asked Bob the Boob what the guy's name was.

He couldn't remember.

Can you get that, someone he said he wanted to marry and he can't remember his name. I can remember the names of people I loved, how can you not if you loved them, yet he can't remember the name. I had to laugh and did so loudly.