Thanks to steroids, I'm back on the bike, staying up all night, talking to myself, and cleaning the house!

So finally the time arrives for my doctor appointment with Dr. Melling. He can't talk about it legally, but I can. So I get in there and tell him my physical woes: sinuses plugged, blowing the occasional huge green loogie out the nose, mainly dry hacky cough but with now and then a monster goober from the depths of my lungs, searing pain in the chest when I cough, headache, can't sleep with my CPAP because it just shoves the loogies deeper into my lungs, but can't sleep without it because of the nightmares (don't even ask), etc. He just laughs. Bockoven never laughed. He smirks, but Melling doesn't know how to smirk. He's too nice. Bockoven is...shall we say...malevolent. Say, wait a minute. Bockoven is German, isn't it? Herr Doktor Bokkoven? Oh, I see clearly now.

So I ask Melling for a steroid pack. Such wonderful things. I know why they are controlled. Anyway, I ramble. One of the side effects. So...he says, "Ok. would you like a steroid shot to get them started right?" "Is that that chunky peanut peanut butter Bockoven used to give me?" "Yes." So I man up and say, "Ok" but my bottom lip is quivering as I say it. Turn out the nurse gives me the shot in the exact same spot at Herr Doktor Bokkoven and it doesn't hurt at all. Don't even feel the needle. You DID use ragged PVC pipe, you dog. And it was peanuts in 50 weight motor oil. No way you're checking my prostate, pal.

Anyway, about an hour later I feel it kick in. About the time Loni and start watching Paul Blart. My fourth time. Love that movie. Then after it was over, I decide I better ride to get back in the habit. So I set the machine for my 75 minutes (that's my normal time now) and go for 21 miles. Not bad. Made it all the way past Louisville, past Jeffersonville, IN where my third companion in Sweden was from, up to Perry Crossing, IN, which is near Memphis, Blue Lick, and Speed. I love the names of little towns. There HAS to be a story behind each on. I'm going to try and find out.

Wikipedia.com says that Memphis was settled in 1852 by people from Memphis, Tennessee. Speed used to be called Petersburg (I think Petersburg is better) unless you keep hearing people say, "Speed up. Let's blow this place". In Blue Lick, I found a website for the Blue Lick Christian Church. Their mission is to bring souls to Christ so they can feel his love. I like that. There are many decent people in the world.

Cindy, I did all the laundry twice, even washed sheets and pillow cases in the back room, I vaccumed, and cleaned the bathrooms. All is well in Zion. Yea, Zion prospereth. Or at least things are ok. I have done three loads of dishes, not counting the ones I do by hand, plus paper plates. I have also produced ONE bag of garbage since you left. ONE bag. There are now two in the trash can downstairs. I am a consumer, not a disposer.