Crohn’s Disease Testing Nauseates Me.


Scarecrow in my garage trying to warn me about Crohn’s disease tests.

Before the doctors can increase my Remicade infusion frequency the insurance needs to be sure it will help me. Insurance companies don’t like to spend $17,000 – $23,000 every six weeks for my remicade infusions.  I sympathize with the insurance company because I don’t like going to infusions for the next twenty years even if they do seem to help my symptoms. I have mentally adapted to infusions because the procedure is starting to become almost routine to me.  There is no way I could pay for these infusions if the insurance didn’t take care of the bill.

In order to justify increased infusion frequency, it is necessary for me to take tests that make me want to vomit.  I have found out by recent experience that my mental threshold for causing vomiting is not that high.  It was necessary for me to get some help with the home tests because I simply couldn’t comply with the repulsive procedure for the home test without making mistakes and a gruesome mess.  I am sure other people can handle it but I just simply can’t do it no matter how hard I try.

The tests rule out any other condition that may be causing any symptom.  So far they are all negative which is a very good thing.  I already have sufficient pills, treatments and procedures for a fun time without adding anything new.


How to Win the Job Interview

Ford Tractor with Farmer Onboard

I have been through many job interviews in my life. Most of them were very educational and a few even resulted in a job.  In highschool I applied for two different jobs and was relatively successful at both. I can still remember my supervisor at Wurtz Specialty Ice in Mayville singing “Everyone has got to bag ice sometime….” as we bagged our endless bags of ice. You would think working with ice would always be a cold job but that is not the case.  Ice machines give off lots of heat and it was exceptionally hot where we worked half the time. This was alternated with subzero freezer temperature which really made your bones feel odd. I was glad to get this ice factory summer job because it paid for part of my college expenses along with working for a farmer and selling my prize winning FFA dairy heifer to a Japanese company. The interview for these jobs went quite well because I suspect I was the only person who showed up on time. Lesson one. Show up for your interview on time.

I had about a zillion interviews at the end of college. I signed up for every interview I could because I was worried I might not get a job and I was very short on spending cash.  Most engineering job interviews go about the same. Some old male engineer asks you a bunch of questions and you provide answers. There were some odd ball interviews though.

One company sent two cute young women in cowboy hats to talk to you. I thought I had gone in the wrong interview room when I saw them sitting there.  They were pitching jobs for oil drilling rigs anywhere from Alaska to South America. They were more interested in my outdoor recreation activities rather than my Electrical Engineering GPA and the job paid three times any other job offer I had. I took a pass on that one. Judy would definitely have disliked traveling to those types of isolated places. Lesson two.  Don’t take any job that would make your fiancee miserable.

I applied at the FBI for some type of technical associate job. The description was kind of vague but it seemed to involve wire taps, electronic eavesdropping and other assorted electronic mayhem. I didn’t expect the FBI to even call me for an interview but I was wrong. I received a very large package in the mail stamped FBI in large bold letters not long after I signed the application.  Nina, my sister-in- law to be, brought me the package from the mailbox and suspiciously inquired “What is this?”.  I think she thought I was in trouble with the FBI and she might be able to stop the marriage before it was too late. I said it was probably a job offer but I probably wasn’t going to take it. She backed out of the room without saying anything. I already had three nearby job offers so I wasn’t about to go on a distant adventure with the criminal justice system.  I would have taken the FBI job if I didn’t find anything else.

Once I was between jobs and I needed some cash.  I can’t remember when but it may have been during college or not. I applied for a job at a large printing company that involved manual electrical work on large printing presses. I got the job. I didn’t realize until I started working that this company printed huge amounts of pornography. Workers there would wallpaper the bathrooms with this stuff. I should have quit but I really needed cash. It was also an unpleasant place to work.  I ended up getting fired because I was blamed for damaging some machines which I don’t believe I did to this day. Lesson three. Don’t accept any job that will make your life crap because there is always something better.

The best interview and job that I ever had was at a dairy plant engineering company.  I had been temporarily laid off by another company so I consulted a “headhunter” to see if he could find me a more stable job. He immediately said I should see an engineering company just across the state line in Illinois but he didn’t say what the company did before I went to the interview because there just was not enough time. The president of the company asked me about my background and I said I grew up on a dairy farm which seemed to make him happy. He asked me numerous questions about the farm which I thought was unusual at the time but may have been a significant factor in getting the job.  Lesson four. Use your entire life experience during an interview.

Kung Fu at a Dairy Plant Renovation

Martial arts has always been an attraction for both of my sons. My older son studied Jiu Jitsu in college and my younger son is currently taking Judo. I also like martial arts. The only things preventing me from taking Judo classes with Tony is that it looks like a lot of hard physical work and it costs money I don’t have at this time in my life.

I used to work with a couple of people who had black belts in Kung Fu. One of these people worked in the same company as me and I traveled with him to Sacramento, California for a dairy plant renovation. He was a refined sophisticated gentleman and knew his job well in addition to teaching Kung Fu. There were several people in our company’s job site group with various types of personalities. We were eating our dinner at some nearby seedy bar filled with a slighty rough looking crowd. One member of our party found out that “George” had a black belt in Kung Fu and he thought this was hilarious. He stood up at the bar and loudly said “This guy here can take anyone in this bar. You know why?  He has a black belt in Kung Fu!”.  The look on George’s face was priceless. Fortunately none of the good people at the bar initiated a cage match to test this brash assertion and we left the bar before we were kicked out. Even if you have a black belt in Kung Fu, I think its smarter not to mention it.

Sparse blogging by Glenn.

My father, myself and my sister long ago.

Haven’t been doing much blogging lately.  My wife is recovering from hip surgery and I have been taking care of her.  The results of the hip surgery have been very good.  She may not be dancing the jitterbug but she can at least walk with the aid of a walker again and the hip joint has not popped out.  I’ll take that as a win.  Thanks for everyone’s prayers.

Cat ate our over the air TV antennae so we bought a better compact one from Home Depot that allows the coax to be separately disconnected and is designed to be mounted in the attic. It looks like a small white UFO and is called the UFO by the manufacturer.  Strangely enough Judy objected to my drilling holes in the walls to run the coax from downstairs up to the attic. A divorce lawyer was mentioned.  Go figure women.  Instead I had to settle for mounting the UFO in the bedroom closet but it still works much better than the flat little antennae we had before so Judy was happy.  I only watch live TV for the daily local news and for Packers football games anyways.  Judy is addicted to GRIT TV from Milwaukee and she religiously watches Laramie and Walker Texas Ranger which unfortunately are starting to make me mildly ill after watching all the episodes at least three times.

I am not a big fan of cable TV so we don’t purchase it.  It’s just not worth the money.  We do have free internet TV options via Roku and Amazon TV sets so I don’t know if we fully fit the definition of “cord cutters” but maybe we are close enough.








Blogger is dead !

My black cat Engels 2017

Blogger is dead !  Long live WordPress !  I have stopped making additions to my old blog at Glenn’s Way on blogger (old blog) but I will keep it online for reference. I will now blog exclusively on WordPress. The new WordPress blog is a work in progress.

My Political Views

Giant Puffball Mushroom in my Garden 2016

I don’t believe that facebook is an appropriate place to post my political thoughts so I will try to confine them to this blog. Politics in the United States resembles the above picture of an old giant puffball mushroom on many different levels. I don’t agree with anyone I know on all political issues so whatever I say is bound to offend someone. If you don’t want to be offended then don’t read anything I say about politics. The entire subject is naturally mildly repulsive and my descriptions of it only seem to get people angry.

I am converting !


I am converting my google blogger blog to WordPress.  The link for the blogger blog is Glenn’s Way on blogger (60.000+ hits).  Wordpress has a better audience potential and superior upgrade capabilities.  I only made a few dollars on the old blogger blog ads and I was never able to use any of this hard earned cash because the minimum withdrawal is $100.  I may eventually upgrade the WordPress blog to produce income if my readership becomes significant.