A visit to the cardiologist; revelations about my daughter’s mother; Prince Harold REALLY needs mental help, proof that the do-nothing Duchess of Sussex is a narcissist; a sickening Scooby Doo redo, and another elitist reveals her true self. Buckle up and hold on tight as we get into this.
Hello everyone and welcome back to the Soapbox, where I tell you what’s on my mind, and what’s going on in my life. This past Friday I went to see my cardiologist because I have been worried about the condition of my heart. The double beats have been very annoying as of late. It takes me a long time to relax enough to sleep. I feel so wired, yet tired at the same time, and I have been experiencing shortness of breath. My clinician was very optimistic that nothing is seriously wrong since the double beats were diagnosed during a previous stress test. He asked if I wanted a heart monitor and I said yes. Anytime I feel a double beat, I press the button on the monitor, and record it in the log book provided. I will be wearing the monitor until Monday, and then I will mail it to Rhythm Technologies for interpretation. An echo and stress test were scheduled for next month. I am not looking forward to the stress test because I will mostly likely have to wear a face diaper. Imagine running in the NYC Marathon and you’re forced to breathe through a straw. That’s what it feels like to do the test with a mouth covering.
Now that I’m wearing the monitor, I’m not experiencing so many double beats. So far, I have only pressed the button four times. My heart does not feel like its running wild. I slept better on Friday night, but that was because I was extremely exhausted from not sleeping well all week. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was dead to the world. And it seems like I am not the only person that is wearing a monitor. I spoke about one of my friends who went to the ER because of double beats in a previous post. She is also wearing a monitor and is now using an inhaler. Her situation is a little more complicated because she is also suffering from shortness of breath, and it leaves her unable to do physical activity at times. I have some idea as to why, and it is scary. I remember what I read in mom’s medical journals about lung diseases. I’m worried about her. I told her to give up the cigarettes right now. She is weaning herself off them gradually.
I was talking to my daughter the other day, and she revealed news about her mother, who is also my ex girlfriend. She lost her job at a craft store due to her attitude. Now I remember when she was looking to hire on at this store after being fired from another job due to her being sick. She was interviewed, it went well, and she was reluctant to share any more than that. When my daughter went to her apartment, there was an eviction notice on the door. One reason for the breakup was that she had lost her way. I thought it was because one, or both of her parents had died. Its plausible because I knew her father was very sick, she was very close to him, and the loss of a parent can change someone into a person I don’t know. She was supposed to inherit a few million dollars upon their passing, but that does not seem to be the case. I feel she is traveling the same path as I did back in the 1990’s when I hated the world, hated everyone, and I had an attitude; and I was fired from a job because of it. As far as my former girlfriend goes, I may never know the true story. I don’t know where she is. Maybe she’s in a homeless shelter, or staying with a friend. Wherever she is, she can stay there. I’m not interested in any form of reconciliation. But I do wonder about her cat Shera. Is she with her, or was she turned over to the animal shelter? I may never know.
As of late, my fire breather daughter is doing well after being evicted by her so called best friend based on a lie told to her. She got her old job back with a raise and a promotion, courtesy of a former coworker. Her next task is to find a two bedroom apartment in order for me to visit. I miss spending time with her. I figured maybe she would want to go back to the old apartment now that her mother is gone, but she has her eye on a much nicer place.
As I stated in my opening, Prince Harold REALLY needs mental help. In a cringe worthy passage of his infamous book titled Spare, he talks about having frostbite on his penis. How in the world of dirt and worms does that happen? Did he whip it out and shake it all about like he’s doing the hokey pokey when the temperature was below zero? That’s not something that should be shared with anyone. I did not need to know that. And there’s proof that the man needs help. There are no guys that I know of who would do that. Even if there were, none of them would admit it. The only way I could see this happen is by not wearing thermal underwear. Or at least a pair of tights. And while I’m on the subject of people needing an intervention, Britney Spears, who is now known as River Red, also need mental help. I’m concerned about her state of mind. The lights are on, but no one is home.
I found these videos of Meg that shows that she is indeed a narcissist based on her body language:
I hate to say it, but at this point, H&M deserve each other.
Meanwhile, I watched a clip of the Scooby Doo remake and this woke excuse of a spinoff will not fly with us Scooby Doo fanatics.
Mindy Kaling lends her voice and apparently her mannerisms and skin colour to the popular and well loved member of the Scooby Gang. How bad is it? Well, it is blasphemy! William Hanna, Joseph Barbera, Heather North and Casey Kasem would be turning over in their graves! What idiot with bird seed for brains thought it would be a good idea for Velma to be an Indian girl, Daphne to be an Asian, and Shaggy to be a black man? Fred is the only one that seems to be “normal,” and I think he is as necessary as a fire pit in the desert. All the needless violence makes me sick. A leg gets severed and blood gushes everywhere. Probably to please any lackeys of Satan. How about one of the characters going to a strip club with her dad? That’s for the paedophiles. The teen boys kissing and getting gross with one another is strictly for the Alphabet Club. The woke mob has all the bases covered. They should cover their faces if they think people would go for this garbage. If you love Scooby Doo as much as I do, you will stay far away from that woke monstrosity. Shame on you HBO Max for airing this insanity.
You know, I really loved Mindy. She’s cute, sexy, I think she’s funny, but ever since she lost the weight, she has turned into a different person. Now I don’t think she is as cute, sexy, or funny. I have watched her vehicle The Mindy Project, but became annoyed with it because the the white boyfriend on the show is so annoying that I would shove him into an alligator pit and make it look like an accident. BTW, a “vehicle” is Hollyweird speak for a show where the name of the main character is also the show title. Examples are Rhoda and Archie Bunker’s Place.
Speaking of Hollyweird, it seems like Jamie Lee Curtis loves pizza and hot dogs, but in this case, we’re using code words for a girl and a boy. She should be stuffed awkwardly into a concrete lined coffin, hauled out to sea, and be dumped overboard.
That will do it for me. If you like this post, please hit the like button and leave a comment if you so desire. Shoutout to my sister Richelle, whose birthday is today. Have a good week, and I’ll see you next time.