SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)

Well I have to go back to the sleep clinic.
Evidence shows that I wake up 14.5 times per hour.
I have to go back to the sauna, and get hooked up to a shop-vac running in reverse and set the pressures low enough so my eyes wont bug out. This is supposed to make me sleep better.

Evidently what happens is my throat is closing off while sleeping. This causes me to not breath. I have discovered it is not good to not breathe. The Doctor told me that if at all possible he would prefer that I breathe all night long. As he said, “Oxygen in your body promotes good health” I am assuming he is not referring to the cable network.

I said “Yeah doc that makes sense, but this time how about a room with air conditioning and towels and soap”.
He replied “sure as shooting Sleepy, this time you will not have to dry off with a bath mat and use antibacterial hand soap as shampoo”.
I said “Good that last time was just beyond horrible”.

So I am going back for another round.

In other news
I plan on posting garden pictures soon.
The adoption paperwork is in the works.
If anyone knows of a kid in need of adoption please let me know.
I am being serious.

Snagley out.

Labels: doctors visit.

As you know old Snagley has been sick. I have been to a ton of doctors and finally I went to another non-clinic doctor. I have been going to the doc in a box clinics but my wife insisted because I have been coughing for 6 months.

I go in and the receptionist meets me and tells me that they have interns in today and if I am willing to have the doctor train an intern during my visit they will waive my co-payment. So me the ever-cheap Snagley said ok.
I go in and they said ok put on this. It was one of those aprons your momma used to wear when she made jelly and did not want to stain her clothes. I said I don’t know why you want me naked to check out my lungs. They said just put it on Mr. Snagley. So, I did.

I am sitting there on this table with a paper tablecloth on it. I am sitting there in my drawers and this apron. My drawers are tasteful they are boxer shorts with the Tasmanian devil on them, quite charming. I sit there and the doctor comes in. he explains the deal with the interns and that one of them will be in momentarily and if I change my mind that the intern will leave. Well this is going to save me 25.00 so I say that I am ok with it.

Then in walks this girl that is younger than my Tasmanian devil underpants. Her name was Kailie. She is wearing a pair of scrubs that were about a size too small for her. She looks like a model or something. I did not have this in mind when I signed up for this, I pictured some guy with glasses who would come in and stand in the corner. Not some hot chick. I am instantly uncomfortable. Naturally I am afraid that she will find me attractive and then be ruined for all other men, I have no time for stalkers. I have that physique that women like her find irresistible, you know, balding, little muscle tone, a potbelly in the making, a farmers tan, and calloused hands.

The doctor said ok Mr. Snagley lets listen to your heart and I had to take off my apron. The intern looked me over and said,”nice underpants”. I said, “yes I know”.
She went on to tell me that her dad has a pair just like them; it is weird how these college girls flirt isn’t it. Then she pulled out a magnifying glass and went over me from stem to stern. She told me that she is aspiring to be a dermatologist because there are few calls in the middle of the night where someone needs a dermatologist.
I will not go into the examination in all its gory detail, but suffice to say they got their 25.00 worth.
At one point I was nude as a nightingale and checked head to toe, with considerable lingering in the middle.
Oh well I got to keep my 25.00.
I tried to let her go easy, as I left I said. Do I have to sign anything? And she said “no.”
Hope she doesn’t stalk me.

Snagley out.

Labels: doctors visit.