What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?

Okay -- first of all, regarding your comments about the hat from yesterday's post. Yes. I will definitely take a pic of it the next time I am wearing it. In the meantime it is something sort of like this.

The thing about a "pageboy" or "newsboy" hat for MY head is that I have to find one that isn't too "tall" and yet not too floppy. The brim can't be too wide or hang over too far. It's finding that perfect one that is the key.

Now, onto the story of the Klondike. I was riding the Frontrunner down to Salt Lake Central Hub. As I entered the train so did two other men. Do you remember Lenny & Squiggy from Laverne & Shirley? (If you're too young to know what I'm talking about, just keep it to yourself! haha!) Anyway, that is who I immediately thought of when seeing these two dudes. Lenny and Squiggy. One was tall and the other short. They were both a little quirky and yet sort of thought they had the coolness factor going on. The Lenny type was a little more laid back, while Squiggy was a little louder and little more ostentatious. Had he cooled it in the doofus area just a smidge, he could've maybe pulled off a quirky and yet somehow cute and lovable Jack Black.

Anyway, we exit the train and I am dying of thirst so I head over to the snack shack to buy a drink before connecting to Trax. Squiggy makes his way over to the snack shack too. He is reading the little white board of specials, out loud, mind you. As the girl is getting my drink he says to me, "So, what would YOU do for a Klondike bar?" while he is tapping at the words "Klondike bar" on the board. I realize he is talking to me. I smile nicely and say, "I actually don't like Klondike bars. I'd much rather have an ice cream sandwich."

He replies, "true... and a dollar forty? Is any Klondike bar worth paying $1.40?" I say, "No." And then pointing to the "Choco Taco" listed on the board I smile and say, "But I might be willing to something for one of those." His eyebrows grow high across his forehead and he says, "Please. Continue."

At this point my drink comes back and I am shaking my head, laughing as I am paying. Squiggy is dying over my comment. "What?" he begs. "Would you sing? Dance? SkyDive.....?" I look at him, laughing and shake my head while tucking my wallet back into my backpack. Then, I sort of raise my drink as if to say, "Have a nice day" and begin to walk away. He is still shouting after me, "...climb a mountain? Kill a bear? Bunjee jump...?"

I laughed all the way to the Trax train. Too funny. I know, I know. I probably shouldn't have encouraged him with my Choco Taco statement. But seriously, have you had one of those?

Anyway, so that is the story of the hat and the Klondike bar. Hmmm.... now I wonder. Just what would I be willing to do for a Choco Taco? hehehehehe.

Saturday's Scoop

That's right. I am forgoing "Six Word Saturday" to give you the latest scoop...
To bring you all up to speed...

So, when the whole numbing, tingling business started, I went to my chiropractor, thinking maybe it was a pinched nerve. Not a pinched nerve.

I then went to my family physician, thinking it may be Shingles, because I was told that many times people get "tingling" in odd places as a precursor to shingles. Not Shingles.

The Dr. said that pitter-patters and tingling on a woman's right side is often associated with the heart. But, it could also be an infection, or maybe even something like thyroid or cholesterol. I was sent to the lab and referred to a cardiologist.

Lab work came back great. Heart tests came back great. Next up... I had a friend tell me about her experience with aspartame poisoning and two others about MS. All three said that "tingling in the extremities" was an early symptom. Dr. said it was not aspartame. She ordered an MRI.

Had the MRI done on Monday. Friday morning the Dr. called me with the results. a "bulging neck disk" placing pressure on my spinal chord. Well, quite frankly, I hate calling it that. No one wants to hear that any part of them is "bulging". It is basically the same as a herniated disk, except it is called "bulging" because it extends beyond the normal boundaries. (picture a man's bulging belly "extending" beyond his normal waistline... yeah, like that.)

Anyway, the bulging or herniated disk can cause quite a bit of pain, and of course explains the parasthesia in my arm, chest, tongue and lips too.

So, the goal is to treat it with physical therapy, and of course surgery being the last option. I am optimistic that the physical therapy will work. So there you have it... the scoop.

Speaking of scoops, check out this "modern" ice cream scooper. I mean it's cool and all... but it just doesn't seem the same.