Here's where we REALLY get into the "stealing" question. I'm using it because it was the title of this week's episode of "Psych". That said, I wrote a song with that title about a-dozen-or-more years ago. Even with that said, the song was only due to hearing what I know is called that on a radio station.

Anyhow, let's move on to what's NOT dead: Me. I had a busy week I'm just about to close, & not just because of the TV finales. (Some good, some bad, some Memorex.) I went to my skin doctor on Monday, & he told me he thinks the rash I had is gone, which is why he wants me to stay on the same medicating shampoo a few more months. Tuesday was a "hearing aid evaluation", but I still have yet to wear one for even a second. (Figure THAT one out, why don't ya'?!) Wednesday, I went to my endocrinologist, who finally set me up for something she'd discussed doing for months now... Will actually get it done next week; Just means I keep moving, I guess.

Meanwhile, I'm trying my best to put up with the guys I keep calling "my lawyers". (Yes, they are actually "practicing" attorneys, & they legally "represent" me per se, but would NOT do so if I got arrested for anything.) I wanna get a computer soon, & it seems I need to clear the money in my account being used for that with them before I actually spend it... At least, that's what one of them said in an E-mail. I also asked about a new "hearing" to get control of my money back to me & away from them, but guess who's avoiding THAT question entirely?!

I've made it to a few of my nephew's ball games since last blog. (Turns out there is a pitcher for some, & a tee used for others... STILL no outs, though.) I'm staying home a lot, due to lack of cash & a TON of bad-looking movies being out there. I go back to my counselor again this coming week, at which point I am seriously going to ask her why I'm not in the "Dead Air" (or some cemetery) ASAQ.

ANY answers you got?! I'd love to know.

OK; Right off, NO apologies for the start of this one... Unless of course you don't know where I'm taking that title from, in which case I apologize for your parents &/or whoever else made you grow-up with your life being that "sheltered", or whatever word you/they prefer to use. (I know I grew-up under heavy "parental protection", but I still know a bit of that song at a moment's mention.) For any who don't know, it's an old song by The Ramones. Admittedly, I have the song on 1 CD (at least; their "Greatest Hits") & have never listened to all of it. Also, I just found out (via Google) that they've been in the Rock Hall about a decade, which makes less sense to me than Clooney making 3 "Ocean's" movies. (That says a lot, as that makes no sense at all to me.)

Anyway, one thing it hits me I maybe should apologize for is my previously-admittedly-beloved "trick titles", of which this is one. I actually don't want to be sedated; If anything, I've gotten too much sleep the last few weeks. (I'm still mad at myself I caught most of "The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson" last night with Kevin Bacon, but not Kat Dennings the night before... That's even admitting I never get the chance to watch either of their shows, & seeing either's appearance on "Craig" isn't/wasn't likely to change that.) The fact is, though, the one thing I do want right now is (maybe as a half-birthday present a bit early?) to be less-medicated...

 ...I don't mind taking the insulins, as long as people around me like to operate with the belief I'm any "Type" of Diabetic. (It's the only type of "playing along" I get to do, being medically-barred from sports a-decade-plus ago, due to reasons that I have reason to believe aren't true/existent anymore. Anyway,...) But I'm also on a "generic" Keppra, which I'm also cool with, as it's said to be an "anti-seizure", & I haven't had one since my last "Idiot Summer". I am then also on a "generic" version of Geodon, which has in its listed side-effects raising my blood-sugar numbers; & a "generic" Zoloft, which has in its side-effects... See? That's just it; I don't know why I'm on it. I'm told one of those is an anti-psychotic, but my dozen Twitter followers would all tell you I wasn't anywhere near psychotic when they all met me, months or even years before I was on the insulins (in some cases) or any of the other stuff... The other one I don't recall what its point is, if it ever had one. Regardless, I for one say I'd be a ton less crazy if I wasn't on so darn many of these meds.

Regardless, here's the thing for me: I know they call all these things I'm on "medications". To my mind (which has not a single second of college or med school in it), I would think the point of all "medications" is to cure your cold, flu, or any other problem you have. Well, the fact I've known for almost three decades is I have an illness, so I'd want to be on a medication to make it better, or make my life easier with it... But the fact is also that I know I'm not. As I said, I also know 100% certain I'm on an anti-seizure medication & I haven't had a seizure in over 7 months since I've been taking the anti-seizure medication, but I personally believe only a complete idiot would say one of those is the reason for the other. My bet says start tomorrow, give me 3 weeks of not taking that med a single time (compared to 2-a-day now), & I would not have a seizure any of those days... See? My recent past proves you right, but there's nobody in the state that's gonna agree to my "experiment". That's not because of their medical knowledge versus my lack, but because they're afraid my situation would happen exactly as I describe, & prove their "medical knowledge" to be worth the paper this blog is printed on (none).

For over two decades, I've dealt with family members that have asked me to make lists of presents I want for Christmas. Sounds cool, except I am (for now) the only one I know with a birthday in the same month as Christmas. I'll tell anyone out there in any country a gift they can get me for both that will cost absolutely nothing: Give me the 3 weeks I hypothetically asked for. I don't care if you want to stick them in the Winter when the weather's colder, or now, when all we get is a ton of rain... Whatever! Just give me a little time with zero meds, & let me see what my life is like. If it's awesome, I win, & I continue that way; If it sucks, & I fall a few times, get "the shakes" & all that? You win, & I'll go back to all the pills & shots I take right this second. Just give me the option...

 ...It's like the anti-trade thing some players get in their major-league contracts. I've lived with decent results for almost three decades, so I think I, too, have earned something like that. If you disagree? Fine; Totally your right. But if you think you're right, give me the opportunity to prove that you're not.

Hey, everyone! First off, the title does not include the number of an "Observation", as this will not be one of those blogs; It will be about what is actually happening to me specifically recently.

That said, Happy Birthday to me! OK... My birthday was actually about 3-&-a-half months ago, but I semi-count this one, considering all the bad jokes I say & play a lot of the time. (Not just now... When I was younger, & my life got boring, I made stuff up!! I told my best friend & sister so many tales about each other, & in some cases, they may still not know what is & isn't true!)

As I said, this will not be one of my "Open Observation" blogs. I did, however, put quotation-marks around the title, as I am "stealing" it from a song. Not the famous Christmas carol, as I see it, but a song sung years ago on black-&-white TV by Desi Arnaz & Cesar Romero. (I Googled it to link you to lyrics, & found the song title listed for the show, but no place for lyrics; Sorry!)

What have I been doing lately? A lot of visits with docs & other "medical pros", as always, which also means lots of time dealing with my insurances. Also, tried a movie or 2 with no success. Read a wrestler's book(Hacksaw by Jim Duggan), & a few of Michael Chabon's stuff. (Currently in the middle of one of his "short story" collections, after which...?) But what I've done isn't as important as why I'm doing it. The reason I am eating, walking places, drinking a ton of stuff, & all that is...

...Well, see, that's the thing; I don't exactly know. It's to the point I went to a counselor, & asked her if she knew of anyone besides herself paid to make observations on my life. I suppose it doesn't help that I watch a lot of shows like "Person Of Interest", where they discuss how many cameras there are out there, for traffic & stuff, keeping tabs on everyone. (Even weirder is when I think about someone watching me, as I watch that show, as the people on the show watch other people who really do exist when the show ends get killed while being people I can only assume don't actually exist outside of the show. Anyway,...)

I've tried my best to average 3 meals a day, which I assume is the norm. In the meantime, I've done a lot of walking, a ton of reading, a bit of shopping, & a few doctors' appointments. (Both when scheduled & not... Long story.) But the thing that bothers me is the vast majority, I don't know why I do it. I mean, I know I should buy cereal this afternoon, as I'm running low on the kind I like. (Cinnamon Burst Cheerios, a recent switch from Banana Nut; Try 'em!) But before that, I'll spend time in the music store (probably) & the book-store, when I know I don't have the money for stuff there. Same with walking the Mall & listening to the same MP3s that have been on my Player since (it appears) almost a year ago. I may stop any number of times in any of a number of spots, with no clue why, unless someone else is watching me & needs me to do it for some reason... I could not-do that, but I feel if I don't, I may be robbing the Watcher of something they'd otherwise see, or someone, or a more-interesting trip. (At least more-detailed...)

Well, that's about it for this one.