Yessir, Thursday was GNO again. With all us sisters in attendance, we were once again escorted to the round table up front of the non-smoking section. The one underneath the Grape Nehi sign. Being in a somewhat jocular mood due to the abundance of sweet tea, the conversation went from who had the latest colonoscopy to Peg's sinus polyps. Then Char talked about being cursed with the abundance of ear hair that had been handed down for generations in our family. She griped about how she either had to use that little "weed-whip" that you use to yank nose and ear hairs, or had to go see her hair dresser, Rhoda to give her ears a trim in between hair cuts. She really hates to use the weed whip, as it works by ripping out the hairs by the roots. Rhoda is the preferred method, though she did ram the scissor point into the tender ear flesh when Char sneezed once. Char forgave her for that, but withheld her tip that day. Trust me, I'd never withhold a tip from MY hairdresser. Not if you're gonna let them cut you hair again. They could get a bit vengeful and you could leave the shop with a reverse mohawk or the like. Now Rhoda loves the Lord and all, but you never know if withholding a tip might just give the Devil foothold enough for her to forget her commitment to the Almighty just for a second and get crazy with the clippers, and pray for forgiveness later.Just sayin......
Barb was having a conniption fit over her bunionectomy and the bill she got afterwards. Seems she thought her Blue Cross- Blue Shield 80/20 coverage would pay most of the bill and she'd only have to cough up a small amount. Turns out her agent had skipped town with all her premium money and had set up a nice , cozy little condo in Minneapolis with his third wife. Of course, this meant she had been uninsured all the while and had to pay the whole tab. She said if she'd have known that, she'd have skipped the surgery and continued wearing her 4 inch stillettos in a size 10 triple E and saved the cash. Now, I guess, she will live out the rest of her days paying 25 dollars a month to the surgery clinic for the doggone bunions.
Now with that, Pip, in a fit of the bawley-squallies, confessed that she thought she was ready to go into cough syrup rehab. We all gathered around her ( as good sisters do) gave her hugs for her tough decision. Pip has been on the cough syrup for about 9 years now, an until now would never admit she had a problem. She was blind to all the times we had to haul her out of pharmacies wailing and begging them to just spot her a bottle until payday. And the nights we got calls from places that complained she was curled up in the fetal position under the coatrack and would we PLEASE come get her. Hers is such a sad story. When she was in her 50's, she developed a little tickle in her throat and started with an occasional Robitussin. After awhile she was using every day. Then she progressed to Vick's Formula 44.
Sadly she has gone on to the hardcore- Delsym. Yeah, you heard right. That, and every once in awhile she'd pop a Ricola and she was more than outa control. She'd call people up after midnight crying and moaning about how she knew she was going down the wrong path but couldn't help herself. Personally, I had quit enabling her years ago, but we have a few bleeding hearts in amongst us and I feel they shoulda used tough love. Oh well. Hindsight's 20/20. They'll reap what they sow.
Peg was so kind as to offer to drive Pip in her 1965 Rambler to the chosen rehab place in a cloistered commune of Scientologists in Idaho. In the Boonies. Of course with them you won't get a bottle of cough syrup if you had pneumonia. I think she made the right decision.
Actually, that was just about all for our monthly medical reports. Oh, except for Sis. She said her hemorrhoids had flared up again, but she was keeping the symptoms at bay with mega doses of preparation H suppositories (not the cream).
Well, folks, that's about it. If you want to send Pip a letter of encouragement just e-mail her at
Pip_63@Scientologycloisteredcommune/coughsyrup. I'm sure she'll appreciate that her friends are loving her from afar............
Now with that, Pip, in a fit of the bawley-squallies, confessed that she thought she was ready to go into cough syrup rehab. We all gathered around her ( as good sisters do) gave her hugs for her tough decision. Pip has been on the cough syrup for about 9 years now, an until now would never admit she had a problem. She was blind to all the times we had to haul her out of pharmacies wailing and begging them to just spot her a bottle until payday. And the nights we got calls from places that complained she was curled up in the fetal position under the coatrack and would we PLEASE come get her. Hers is such a sad story. When she was in her 50's, she developed a little tickle in her throat and started with an occasional Robitussin. After awhile she was using every day. Then she progressed to Vick's Formula 44.
Sadly she has gone on to the hardcore- Delsym. Yeah, you heard right. That, and every once in awhile she'd pop a Ricola and she was more than outa control. She'd call people up after midnight crying and moaning about how she knew she was going down the wrong path but couldn't help herself. Personally, I had quit enabling her years ago, but we have a few bleeding hearts in amongst us and I feel they shoulda used tough love. Oh well. Hindsight's 20/20. They'll reap what they sow.
Peg was so kind as to offer to drive Pip in her 1965 Rambler to the chosen rehab place in a cloistered commune of Scientologists in Idaho. In the Boonies. Of course with them you won't get a bottle of cough syrup if you had pneumonia. I think she made the right decision.
Actually, that was just about all for our monthly medical reports. Oh, except for Sis. She said her hemorrhoids had flared up again, but she was keeping the symptoms at bay with mega doses of preparation H suppositories (not the cream).
Well, folks, that's about it. If you want to send Pip a letter of encouragement just e-mail her at
Pip_63@Scientologycloisteredcommune/coughsyrup. I'm sure she'll appreciate that her friends are loving her from afar............
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