Feelin' Groove-y

Farmer H, although still professing to feel poorly from his sickness (mentioned yesterday), seems to have made a remarkable recovery. He went to bed around 11:00 Wednesday night, after the auction, and slept until 9:00 Thursday morning. I could tell that his breathing was easier, and that his cough was looser. Also, his voice didn't sound like he was talking with his head in a bucket. All after only two doses each of the over-the-counter Anefrin and Mucinex recommended by his pharmacist.

Farmer H went to his Storage Unit Store to move things around. Then came back home for stuff to take up there. However, he had a sudden change of plans. When I told him I was headed to The Devil's Playground, just as soon as I could get ready...he asked, "Did I have anything free this week from the casino?"

Uh huh. The old play-sick-and-switch strategy! He had declared Wednesday night that he had no plans for Thursday, other than his Storage Unit Store reorganization. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't feel like my Goodwill shopping."

Riiiggghhhht. The minute I said I was getting in the shower, then to town, Farmer H decided that he felt well enough to drive to the city to the casino. What a miraculous recovery! If only I had known about this plan, more than five minutes before its execution, I might have wanted to ride along! Funny how things worked out.

Oh, well. I might as well build up that casino bankroll for an Oklahoma trip when we meet The Pony in two weeks. Farmer H sent a text when he left the casino. "I spent $100.00. Cashed out $98.26. Lost $1.74, and got a $15 gift card for The Devil's Playground."

Just my luck, I get left behind on the day the casino is paying not stealing as much as usual!

In other news, I think I might be coming down with a debilitating skull-eroding illness! I have a GROOVE in my head! Yeah. You read that right. It's a freakin' GROOVE! Starts about my hairline, in the area above the middle of my right eyebrown. I swear, it's about 2 inches long, and as thick as a wooden pencil. Not very deep, though. Maybe a couple of millimeters.

IS THAT NORMAL?

I didn't notice it until about a month ago. Or six weeks. One night, sitting in my OPC (Old People Chair), I ran my hand along my scalp, and felt it! Surely it hasn't been there all my life. I would have noticed it. There's no pain, or any indication that something is amiss. I made Farmer H feel it, and he agreed that I have a hole GROOVE in my head.

I'm not EVEN going to Google it! If you do, and find out that something is eating my brain from the inside, and moving on to my skull, and will erupt through my scalp...don't tell me!