I crushed my heel taking the Christmas lights off the house falling about 20 feet -- a recommendation -- when you are able to walk see a podiatrist and get insoles -- you will find that your right and left legs now differ in length and to avoid hip damage slight shoe inserts will definitely help.
Physical therapy really helps. Everyone whom I know that has had the same accident ran out of insurance sessions, but the PT gals accommodated me.
Third -- you will know when the weather is changing. I was lucky to get off meds pretty quickly, an occasional aspirin helps.
Dealing with IV's -- have a few glasses of water an hour or so before they insert -- it plumps up your veins.
Physical therapy really helps. Everyone whom I know that has had the same accident ran out of insurance sessions, but the PT gals accommodated me.
Third -- you will know when the weather is changing. I was lucky to get off meds pretty quickly, an occasional aspirin helps.
Dealing with IV's -- have a few glasses of water an hour or so before they insert -- it plumps up your veins.
Man, sooo, it isn't just me! About once a year, I have some 'event' that makes me wince. Sometimes you live with this stuff the rest of your life.
Lately it's pretty much been about my kids, got the 10 year old a couple of size 6 basketballs and basketball shoes as she is back in competitive basketball after having missed both years of U11. For the 7 year old, a bunch of board games to ween her off the computer screen, plus some French-suited, Spanish-suited, and Tarot cards from Aliex.
Schiit Audio Syn, used, on Audiogon, $250.
Wanna play with my home office set up. Getting tired....
Wanna play with my home office set up. Getting tired....
You take it seriously, or just “for entertainment purposes”?
I had friends in high school that did take it seriously. She considered herself Wiccan.
Just considering the source here… Aliexpress?
Those Tarot cards are like playing cards, many sellers from many places.
It is a pretty standard set, I believe.
It is just a printing and punching job, the paper and coating quality, as well as the print quality vary a great deal.
One famous exponent here was a man called Bejan Daruwala, his name translate to 'lifeless alcoholic drink seller!'
Bejan = lifeless
Daru wala = person selling alcohol
So, person selling low strength alcohol...
He died some years ago, he had famously made some accurate predictions, but in retrospect they were a few accurate ones out of many...the rest were not so accurate!
It is a pretty standard set, I believe.
It is just a printing and punching job, the paper and coating quality, as well as the print quality vary a great deal.
One famous exponent here was a man called Bejan Daruwala, his name translate to 'lifeless alcoholic drink seller!'
Bejan = lifeless
Daru wala = person selling alcohol
So, person selling low strength alcohol...
He died some years ago, he had famously made some accurate predictions, but in retrospect they were a few accurate ones out of many...the rest were not so accurate!
No, no, if I was seriously into that stuff, I don't think I would have waited until I was shopping for Hungry Hungry Hippoes to buy a deck.
In college (grades 12 & 13 in Quebec) I used to hang out near guys that would play the card game Tarot in between classes, but I never did.
More eager to get the Spanish-suited deck and teach my kids the Italian card games I grew up with.
In college (grades 12 & 13 in Quebec) I used to hang out near guys that would play the card game Tarot in between classes, but I never did.
More eager to get the Spanish-suited deck and teach my kids the Italian card games I grew up with.
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We were all addicted to Uno back in the day. Even played it with 2 decks of regular Bicycle playing cards. Could even result in a game of 104-pickup, when a “Draw Four” (ace) was thrown on top,of another “Draw Four”, which according to OUR rules required drawing EIGHT.
I was gifted four boxes of various items and components from an electronics hobbyist. Most of the stuff is from the early 60s, but did find a bag of hexfet transistors mixed in with boxes of carbon resistors, odd dry electrolytic capacitors.
Will have to sort through it all here soon, but most of it looks like it should be in a museum.
Will have to sort through it all here soon, but most of it looks like it should be in a museum.
21 cubic metres of three year seasoned firewood, assorted, oak, chestnut and various fruit woods in 1 metre lengths, cost €1,030 but theres a catch, I need to cut it all to 50cm. Exhaust from the chainsaw should keep the autumn chill at bay.
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I am just thinking about all the times that someone tried to give me their crap. I mean really, it was a box throw away junk that most of the time I refused and got a somewhat negative reaction. Then there was the realization that they just didn't want it to go to waste themselves. Moments after they left, I did them the service myself.
I am just thinking about all the times that someone tried to give me their crap. I mean really, it was a box throw away junk that most of the time I refused and got a somewhat negative reaction. Then there was the realization that they just didn't want it to go to waste themselves. Moments after they left, I did them the service myself.
Cut by hand and you won't need to burn it to keep warm.
Yes! Its my corruption of the old quote that firewood keeps you warm twice, perhaps wrongly attributed to Henry Thoreau, its probably older than his statement by a long way. Ear defenders mandatory, I used to like the sound of a 2 stroke engine when I was young, not so much now.
So FWIW, I able to buy most of the rest of the components needed to build the Iron Pre. Later on, I will have to consider a chassis for the whole affair.
I broke a heel in one place and the ankle in two places back in 2012 ( fall caused by stupidity, bad landing - on a Friday the 13th IIRC ). I would not wish a busted heel on my worst enemy.
After addicting everyone far and wide around here with opiates, all I got for pain was tylenol. I also wound up with one leg marginally shorter than the other, but, oddly, the only real world consequence I can tell from this is that I cannot balance on the shorter leg without using my arms as a stabilizer. The damaged heel / ankle is just as strong as the other, but I can't balance on it .... I did ( still do ) find that the cheaper no name tennis shoes are much more comfortable on the whacked heel than the expensive stuff.
I was walking (badly) without the boot in about eight weeks, but it was years before the feeling of having nails driven through my foot went away. I still get the feeling of a big framing nail being driven through my foot a few times a year.
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After addicting everyone far and wide around here with opiates, all I got for pain was tylenol. I also wound up with one leg marginally shorter than the other, but, oddly, the only real world consequence I can tell from this is that I cannot balance on the shorter leg without using my arms as a stabilizer. The damaged heel / ankle is just as strong as the other, but I can't balance on it .... I did ( still do ) find that the cheaper no name tennis shoes are much more comfortable on the whacked heel than the expensive stuff.
I was walking (badly) without the boot in about eight weeks, but it was years before the feeling of having nails driven through my foot went away. I still get the feeling of a big framing nail being driven through my foot a few times a year.
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I’ll post a copy of my X-rays when I can get a copy from the doc. I busted the crap out of mine. Just had the surgery a week and a day ago - supposedly I’m getting the boot the week after next. Doc said everything’s as expected the other day. Still some swelling and stitches still in. But no pain unless I whack it on something. I was only on opioids for 3 days.
Try and get aceclofenac + paracetamol / acetaminophen, 100 mg + 325 mg.
Very effective for fracture pain.
Paracetamol is the UK name for acetaminophen, and aceclofenac is the newer version of diclofenac sodium, I think it is not an opiate, I may be wrong.
And here a rehab / prosthesis maker has 4 to 6 mm silicon skin-gel-skin sheets, he cuts them up for use as pads.
Very good for shortened feet, and diabetic feet where the under skin fat layer is lost, and shoes touch the projecting bones, the skin goes thin, and the weight is felt in the points of the bones.
Very effective for fracture pain.
Paracetamol is the UK name for acetaminophen, and aceclofenac is the newer version of diclofenac sodium, I think it is not an opiate, I may be wrong.
And here a rehab / prosthesis maker has 4 to 6 mm silicon skin-gel-skin sheets, he cuts them up for use as pads.
Very good for shortened feet, and diabetic feet where the under skin fat layer is lost, and shoes touch the projecting bones, the skin goes thin, and the weight is felt in the points of the bones.
The doc that operated on my forearm, besides being quite good, was also a clown.
It was a bad break, both bones, multiple breaks, when I got off the ground my arm was at a 90 degree bend... so I was SOOO pissed off ( 4th time breaking an arm ) that I grabbed my hand and pulled the arm straight and held it with my good arm against my body. I felt no pain, I was just incredibly PISSED OFF... Heck, my dislocated shoulder was far worse. That felt like a hot knife inserted into my shoulder whenever they tried to move my arm.
( they told me I had bled some and that the bones had broken through the skin on the far side... thank God I didn't see that... hmmmm ).
Spent the night with my arm hanging by a sling in the hospital with a nice drip of morphine... remember that song? It kept going 'round and 'round my head... no pain...
Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that I'm not that strong
Anyhow, I got plates, screws, etc.. etc... etc... and hundreds of those stitches that are supposed to melt in your body, except in my case they didn't, they just kept popping out through the skin for like 10 months.
The fateful day came, about a month afterwards, when my doc decided to undo the bandages and plastic "sleeve"... no cast, thank God.
So. my Doctor, the famous medic that was allowed to leave the USSR "Well, Tony, you see, when I left Russia I was not a big shot yet..."... hmm..so the now rich orthopedic surgeon MD with a house in Newport Beach and a couple of Benzes, undoes the bandages, takes a look at my arm, black and blue, swollen with stitches sticking out...
"Frankenstein!"
I told you, he was "funny"...
A good stream of Vikoden for many months-never got addicted- that I would top off with a martini before physical therapy... laugh if you will, but do you know how it feels when they ice your arm and the cold goes into your bones via two long steel plates and a baker's dozen screws? It hurts.... a lot.
After the surgery, since I didn't move my upper arm much -it was in a sling- my shoulder froze, so I had to take like a bunch of shots alongside my throat ( one of them epidural like needles, eight inches long) (*) down to some nerve bundles to "reset" the nerves... and eight months before I could properly raise my arm.
It took four years for the full strength and feeling to return. I'm now a bionic man, half metric half English standard.
(*) The anesthesiologist was the same one who had given my wife her epidurals. as he prepared to poke me, he told me:" Don't gulp"... seriously? While an eight inch flexible needle was being manipulated from my neck, down alongside my larynx until I felt a PING/TWITCH and the heat of the anesthetic spread somewhere along my right shoulder... I'm not supposed to... "gulp"? Seriously? Five minutes while the gas passer was manipulating with this fingers the needle under my skin and God know what... And I couldn't... gulp! FUN? Nope! .Gulp!... For eight hours after that, the left side of my face was paralyzed and my arm dormant. Couldn't feel it.
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Oh, I bought a five shelf stand for the HT components and a nice 60" table to hold the TV, with the center channel speaker under it in its own stand.
AND, the Slagle autoformer arrived. ;-)
It was a bad break, both bones, multiple breaks, when I got off the ground my arm was at a 90 degree bend... so I was SOOO pissed off ( 4th time breaking an arm ) that I grabbed my hand and pulled the arm straight and held it with my good arm against my body. I felt no pain, I was just incredibly PISSED OFF... Heck, my dislocated shoulder was far worse. That felt like a hot knife inserted into my shoulder whenever they tried to move my arm.
( they told me I had bled some and that the bones had broken through the skin on the far side... thank God I didn't see that... hmmmm ).
Spent the night with my arm hanging by a sling in the hospital with a nice drip of morphine... remember that song? It kept going 'round and 'round my head... no pain...
Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that I'm not that strong
Anyhow, I got plates, screws, etc.. etc... etc... and hundreds of those stitches that are supposed to melt in your body, except in my case they didn't, they just kept popping out through the skin for like 10 months.
The fateful day came, about a month afterwards, when my doc decided to undo the bandages and plastic "sleeve"... no cast, thank God.
So. my Doctor, the famous medic that was allowed to leave the USSR "Well, Tony, you see, when I left Russia I was not a big shot yet..."... hmm..so the now rich orthopedic surgeon MD with a house in Newport Beach and a couple of Benzes, undoes the bandages, takes a look at my arm, black and blue, swollen with stitches sticking out...
"Frankenstein!"
I told you, he was "funny"...
A good stream of Vikoden for many months-never got addicted- that I would top off with a martini before physical therapy... laugh if you will, but do you know how it feels when they ice your arm and the cold goes into your bones via two long steel plates and a baker's dozen screws? It hurts.... a lot.
After the surgery, since I didn't move my upper arm much -it was in a sling- my shoulder froze, so I had to take like a bunch of shots alongside my throat ( one of them epidural like needles, eight inches long) (*) down to some nerve bundles to "reset" the nerves... and eight months before I could properly raise my arm.
It took four years for the full strength and feeling to return. I'm now a bionic man, half metric half English standard.
(*) The anesthesiologist was the same one who had given my wife her epidurals. as he prepared to poke me, he told me:" Don't gulp"... seriously? While an eight inch flexible needle was being manipulated from my neck, down alongside my larynx until I felt a PING/TWITCH and the heat of the anesthetic spread somewhere along my right shoulder... I'm not supposed to... "gulp"? Seriously? Five minutes while the gas passer was manipulating with this fingers the needle under my skin and God know what... And I couldn't... gulp! FUN? Nope! .Gulp!... For eight hours after that, the left side of my face was paralyzed and my arm dormant. Couldn't feel it.
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Oh, I bought a five shelf stand for the HT components and a nice 60" table to hold the TV, with the center channel speaker under it in its own stand.
AND, the Slagle autoformer arrived. ;-)
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