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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on December 15, 2011, 07:40:39 PM
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Oh my.
cali (69,734 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail
Chronic Pain.
It scares me just to type those words. I'm hoping like hell that I don't have to live with this on and on and on. It's been 3 months now and every day I'm in pain. My heart goes out to those of you who live in pain year after year. In the morning when I get up- and the pain wakes me up early, I just live with it as long as I can, usually for several hours and then I cave and take a ****ing percocet. I hate that shit. I hate the way it makes me feel- just off kilter, but I hate the pain more. It just drives me nuts. I'm not sure if it actually gets worse or just I can't tolerate it after a certain point.
It seems so silly. I broke my leg. All this from a broken leg. Ok, a ****ing very badly segmental and compound fracture of the tibia and a segmental fracture of the fibula that resulted in hours of surgery and the placement of a titanium rod in the middle of the tibia from ankle to knee with all the attendant hardware (4 big honking nails).
three months on the the bones are still in the process of healing.
But the pain and the swelling are frustratingly constant and often startlingly ntense. If I "overdo" one day, I'm incapacitated for 4. Anyway, it's not the broken bones that are the main culprit when it comes to pain; it's the soft tissue and nerve damage.
I feel like a whiner. I keep telling myself to just get over it- and when I have a good day or a good period in a day, I'm so damned happy and relieved. I always think: "I'm turning the corner", but then the comes roaring back or sneaking back and I feel like I'm stuck.
I don't know what else to say and I'm not even sure why I'm posting this beyond complaining, something I don't do much of in real life because what the hell are people supposed to say if they ask you how you are and you tell them you're in horrid pain?
Well, I dunno what to say.
On one hand, I can sympathize with the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, because just about every bone in this body's been busted or fractured at one time or another (a hazard of being deaf and miscalculating things), although franksolich remains defiantly whole.
On the other hand, I suspect the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive thinks that science, medicine, technology, and pharmaceuticals can take care of her, without any effort, any work, on her part, and so too bad for cali.
The extenuating circumstance, I suppose, is that the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive is a femme and in her sixties, which makes her less robust than franksolich.
I dunno.
Here's a primitive with a smidgeon of sense:
elfin (3,856 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail
4. The only thing that stopped my own pain ---
It was excruciating back pain from a cluster of serious conditions.
Instead of risky surgery, took the advice of one doc to "walk IN water."
The flotation took the weight off the injured tissues and nerves and after a few months of three times a week in a therapy pool, I was able to go from wheelchair to walker to cane and then none of the above.
Also was able to go from Vicodin plus prescription naproxen and prescription muscle relaxants to nothing except very occasional regular naproxen (alene.)
Yes, it cost a membership to a health club, but it saved my life.
Don't know if it is applicable to your sad situation, but I hope it is.
nadinbrzezinski (99,711 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail
12. No you are not a whiner
Yes pain gets worst...why it's best to manage it than to try to fight it...take the percocet as prescribed, and yes I get it...morphine is much, much worst. In time pain will reduce and meds will go down in intensity.
Ortho injuries are among the most painful, also cold weather does not help. No it will not be your imagination. I had surgery on both knees at seven, after walking yesterday in the rain, my left knee has been unhelpfull all day and even got a tad swollen...why telling you the tale? Well it's been a few decades, and in the winter at times both hurt...enough where yes I could ask for placard.
Also do your therapy, even if it hurts like shit...
And if anybody accuses you of whining...ignore it.
You and me might not see eye to eye, on this we do. Take care.
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She probably wouldn't have broken her leg if she was at work that day.
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Wallduded and blindsided.
Slipped on earwig guts and broke her leg.
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Wallduded and blindsided.
Slipped on earwig guts and broke her leg.
Well, I don't think it would have been as bad as it seems now if she had crawled up the stairs in her house to her phone instead of down the wet, muddy lane to her neighbors that fateful night. Yes, the stairs were steep. And there were many. But a half hour of gritting her teeth to call the ambulance may have aleviated some of the damage she incurred dragging her worthless butt a half mile or more, for three hours or more, through the muck and slick grass along her d*mned lane
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Well, I don't think it would have been as bad as it seems now if she had crawled up the stairs in her house to her phone instead of down the wet, muddy lane to her neighbors that fateful night. Yes, the stairs were steep. And there were many. But a half hour of gritting her teeth to call the ambulance may have alleviated some of the damage she incurred dragging her worthless butt a half mile or more, for three hours or more, through the muck and slick grass along her d*mned lane.
Well yes, that's true, but again I must discount for that the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive is a single woman in her sixties living in an isolated area.
A bone break like that causes trauma, and one doesn't think logically.
I know.
I still think the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive's main problem is that she expects "other people"--in this case medical professionals and pharmaceuticals--to make her well again, when in blunt fact she has to do 90% of the work, of the effort, herself to get well again.
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As usual, DUmmies screw up everything they do.
If the wallduded DUmmy cali had picked up on this story line two or three weeks ago, as she surely could have, she would have been a top contender for the Broken Elbow award.
Now all her pathetic whining is just an irritating waste of bandwidth.
If she really wants advice on painkillers, she should send a note to taverner, and enclose a couple of her Percocets.
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"That's not a drive, that's a putt!"
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The other thing is--and remember, I'm no pal of the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive--trying to get up the stairs to the telephone was probably the last thing she should've tried.
Having had broken legs myself, that sort of movement makes me grimly shudder.
Of course it wasn't too bright that she dragged herself along a country lane (but remember, the trauma causes one to not think clearly), although that was a better alternative. She was outdoors where people might be passing by and see her. Nobody did, but they might have.
If she had stayed inside the house, people might've passed by the house, thinking nothing unusual was going on inside.
I guess I'm intrigued why the telephone is upstairs in her home, rather than on the first floor. I assume there's a good reason for that, but have no idea what it might be.
cali has a problem here. She's anti-social; doesn't like people.
As an older single woman living alone out in the woods of Vermont, she really needs others to check up on her occasionally. But one gets the impression she snarls at people coming to see her.
franksolich lives out in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighbor six miles away. Until recently, franksolich resisted the loud public clamor that he get a telephone (which has since been gotten, but hey, being deaf, it doesn't do me any good).
It's kind of nice being out here all alone, but it does have its hazards.
And so while I may bitch and moan about people coming here (especially during the middle of the night), on the other hand, I'm grateful that they do.
It seems as if, 24/7/365, there's always at least one person coming here about, say, every four hours of the day--the neighbor, the property caretaker, the neighbor's wife, one of the ranch-hands from across the road, the grumpy old guy, the femme, the rose-gardener from town, Bible and Fuller Brush salesmen, Jehovah's Witnesses, hunters and fishermen, the county sheriff, the ancient elderly couple who own this place, the mailman, the milk-man, Republican party operatives, the senior business partner, state patrolmen, &c., &c., &c.
If I were to break my leg out here again, I'd do just what I'd done the last time.
I'd sit and wait. Inevitably, in four hours or less, someone will come by.
The bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, being an older woman living alone out in the middle of nowhere, needs to become more social, more amenable to human company, so she has the assurance that if something's wrong, help will come soon.
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Even the cheapest $10 cell phone will dial 911 at no charge, and most cities have an e911 service that displays your address for the emergency operator. Maybe Gina can answer my question, but don't cell phones doe the same thing? I have to pay for e911 service with my cell phone. Even if I don't make any other calls with it, they should have my address. Just dialing 911 should be enough to get someone to answer because they *will* call you back if you hang up on them.
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I've certainly had my share of military and sports injuries, and really, it would've been far easier to get up the stairs than she supposed, going up on her butt, facing backward, pushing up with her arms and pushing off to the next step with her good leg. No more painful or damaging than getting out of the house was...the first (Wait for it...) LEG of her journey.
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I've certainly had my share of military and sports injuries, and really, it would've been far easier to get up the stairs than she supposed, going up on her butt, facing backward, pushing up with her arms and pushing off to the next step with her good leg. No more painful or damaging than getting out of the house was...the first (Wait for it...) LEG of her journey.
Well, I "pictured" that, but wasn't her break (I don't remember myself) a complete snap-off?
In that case, I wouldn't, no way.
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Well, I "pictured" that, but wasn't her break (I don't remember myself) a complete snap-off?
In that case, I wouldn't, no way.
You mean both tibia and fibula completely broken through? Still preferable to going outside and dragging your ass down the road many, many times farther. I don't recall that it was actually a compound fracture, but it would've been a much worse idea yet to low-crawl through the mud with an large open wound and one or more bone ends exposed.
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You mean both tibia and fibula completely broken through? Still preferable to going outside and dragging your ass down the road many, many times farther. I don't recall that it was actually a compound fracture, but it would've been a much worse idea yet to low-crawl through the mud with an large open wound and one or more bone ends exposed.
Hmmm.
I was usually in situations where I didn't have to crawl anywhere; all I had to do was sit, and sooner or later someone came by. That was best shown by my reaction to the busted elbow.
(But the majority of the time, when something's happened, it's happened in the presence of another person.)
I guess my emphasis would be on getting help, which is why I myself probably would've crawled outside, where maybe possibly by lucky chance or accident someone else would see me, and be able to do something.
But this is the company-hating cali primitive after all; maybe she never even thought of that possibility.
Seriously, given her age and that she's a woman who lives alone, the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive needs to encourage visitors, passers-by, so that when things like this happen, she's likely to get help.
I have the impression the cali primitive shoos away visitors, tells them she doesn't want them around.
But again, given her age and that she's a woman who lives alone, lots and lots of people dropping in on her is exactly what she needs.
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Well, she'd certainly make a great example for a 'Life alert' sales pitch after that disaster.
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You mean both tibia and fibula completely broken through? Still preferable to going outside and dragging your ass down the road many, many times farther. I don't recall that it was actually a compound fracture, but it would've been a much worse idea yet to low-crawl through the mud with an large open wound and one or more bone ends exposed.
It's all pure speculation.
Since earwig cali is a DUmpmonkey, this entire episode is nearly certain to be a complete fabrication.
DUmmies lie, all the time. Still, though, cali roadkill would be an interesting embellishment to the storyline.
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I got some old broken bones that hurt me from time to time. I think I might be tempted to take something for the pain....now which drug would work more better?
Percocet or a young perky-set.....hmmmmmm :-)
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I've had a compound fracture to my right leg, herniated disc in my lower back, compression fracture to T11, back surgeries, knee surgery, hernia surgeries and arthritis. I am in pain every day and I get up a 5 am and limp into work every day! I have a few beers when I get home to kill it. Pussies!
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I've had a compound fracture to my right leg, herniated disc in my lower back, compression fracture to T11, back surgeries, knee surgery, hernia surgeries and arthritis. I am in pain every day and I get up a 5 am and limp into work every day! I have a few beers when I get home to kill it. Pussies!
Skip the beer, find a perky-set and go to bed. Will, the pain go away? No, but you will forget the pain for a little while. :-)
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cali primitive being driven nuts.
Very short trip. :mental: :lmao:
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Even the cheapest $10 cell phone will dial 911 at no charge, and most cities have an e911 service that displays your address for the emergency operator. Maybe Gina can answer my question, but don't cell phones doe the same thing? I have to pay for e911 service with my cell phone. Even if I don't make any other calls with it, they should have my address. Just dialing 911 should be enough to get someone to answer because they *will* call you back if you hang up on them.
Cell phone coverage in Vermont is spotty at best. No idea where she lives, but probably not an option.
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Even the cheapest $10 cell phone will dial 911 at no charge, and most cities have an e911 service that displays your address for the emergency operator. Maybe Gina can answer my question, but don't cell phones doe the same thing? I have to pay for e911 service with my cell phone. Even if I don't make any other calls with it, they should have my address. Just dialing 911 should be enough to get someone to answer because they *will* call you back if you hang up on them.
Although Frank should have a cell phone for texting purposes.
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Cell phone coverage in Vermont is spotty at best. No idea where she lives, but probably not an option.
If it's a place that's pretentous enough to sell $25 pots of tea, they can afford to plant a cell phone tower somewhere.
And judging by the coverage map for my provider, doesn't look THAT spotty. As long as you're not in the mountains, you're fine. Northern NH and Maine? Not so much. I remember when Scoobie and I went to Pittsburg in July. Forget about anything north of Berlin/Lancaster or so. There was a little spot in Colebrook, but that was IT.
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If it's a place that's pretentous enough to sell $25 pots of tea, they can afford to plant a cell phone tower somewhere.
And judging by the coverage map for my provider, doesn't look THAT spotty. As long as you're not in the mountains, you're fine. Northern NH and Maine? Not so much. I remember when Scoobie and I went to Pittsburg in July. Forget about anything north of Berlin/Lancaster or so. There was a little spot in Colebrook, but that was IT.
The cali primitive lives in northernmost Vermont.
I don't think what hurts her is the lack of a cellular telephone, or a telephone on the first floor, but rather the lack of regular company, because probably she drives people away rather than welcoming them.
If she did things right, she could have both solitude AND assistance in case of trouble.
One assumes there's always utility repairmen and the sort traveling the road; and children with knapsacks on their backs walking home from school, occasional law-enforcement, hikers and other sportsmen, door-to-door salesmen, Jehovah's Witnesses, loggers, the mailman, a neighbor out looking for something, &c., &c., &c.--if she'd welcome them instead of turning them away, they'd make her place a regular stop, and check up on her, to be sure she's okay.
And so when she broke her leg, all she would've had to do was wait a little bit, and someone'd come to help.
All franksolich can do is keep a pot of constantly-brewing coffee handy during the cold times, and plenty of iced water and iced tea in the refrigerator during the hot times--but allegedly the cali primitive can cook.
If she did up crockpots of steaming beef stew, dishes of home-made cookies, home-made pies and cakes on the counter, a pot of tea, biscuits and crumpets, and some hors d'oevuers around the kitchen, she'd probably have more people checking up on her to be sure she's okay, than I do.
I can't emphasize this enough; the cali primitive is an old woman who lives alone in the forests and mountains. She needs to have others constantly and routinely check up on her, to be sure she's okay, and giving out free chow is a small price to pay for that security.
Even though the cali primitive's a primitive, and a bitter old one at that, about the last thing I want to read in the newspaper is AGED ANTI-SOCIAL RECLUSE FOUND DEAD IN HOME AFTER 37 DAYS.
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Skip the beer, find a perky-set and go to bed. Will, the pain go away? No, but you will forget the pain for a little while. :-)
Why skip the alcohol it's printed clearly on the side of the prescription bottle that alcohol "enhances" the effect of the drug. Sounds good to me.
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Hmmm.
I was usually in situations where I didn't have to crawl anywhere; all I had to do was sit, and sooner or later someone came by. That was best shown by my reaction to the busted elbow.
(But the majority of the time, when something's happened, it's happened in the presence of another person.)
I guess my emphasis would be on getting help, which is why I myself probably would've crawled outside, where maybe possibly by lucky chance or accident someone else would see me, and be able to do something.
But this is the company-hating cali primitive after all; maybe she never even thought of that possibility.
Seriously, given her age and that she's a woman who lives alone, the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive needs to encourage visitors, passers-by, so that when things like this happen, she's likely to get help.
I have the impression the cali primitive shoos away visitors, tells them she doesn't want them around.
But again, given her age and that she's a woman who lives alone, lots and lots of people dropping in on her is exactly what she needs.
At the very least, she should consider a med alert system, and she should certainly have a phone down stairs.
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At the very least, she should consider a med alert system, and she should certainly have a phone down stairs.
I've always pictured the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive as a tall, thin, angular woman wearing an old U.S. Army great-coat and rubber galoshes as she feeds the chickens in her yard (yes, she has chickens).
As formidable as a battleship hoving into port, the cali primitive.
And I can respect that, but she's really got to take measures to ensure her personal safety, such as being more friendly to people, unspokenly "inviting" them to visit her so they can check up on things; check to be sure she's safe.
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If it's a place that's pretentous enough to sell $25 pots of tea, they can afford to plant a cell phone tower somewhere.
And judging by the coverage map for my provider, doesn't look THAT spotty. As long as you're not in the mountains, you're fine. Northern NH and Maine? Not so much. I remember when Scoobie and I went to Pittsburg in July. Forget about anything north of Berlin/Lancaster or so. There was a little spot in Colebrook, but that was IT.
Drive through Vermont then report on your coverage -- it is that spotty (I go there several times a year).
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I feel bad for her, actually. And as much as I hate to say it, Nadin is right. Three months after a fracture like that is still the painful period and she needs the pain medication.
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I feel bad for her, actually. And as much as I hate to say it, Nadin is right. Three months after a fracture like that is still the painful period and she needs the pain medication.
We probably wouldn't disagree on that, given her age and that she's a woman, thus more likely to have bone problems than a man (that osteowhatever thing).
But I'm more concerned about the cali primitive's future, as she's not getting any younger.
In fact, it's been a very long time since she was young, to begin with.
For her own safety, I think the cali primitive has to become more social, more people-friendly, so if something like this happens again, she won't have to do what she'd done, because inevitably someone is going to come by to help. Turning her home into the local community center, the coffee-shoppe, the village cafe, the town meeting room, would go a long way in ensuring if something happens to her, someone will be there.
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We probably wouldn't disagree on that, given her age and that she's a woman, thus more likely to have bone problems than a man (that osteowhatever thing).
But I'm more concerned about the cali primitive's future, as she's not getting any younger.
In fact, it's been a very long time since she was young, to begin with.
For her own safety, I think the cali primitive has to become more social, more people-friendly, so if something like this happens again, she won't have to do what she'd done, because inevitably someone is going to come by to help. Turning her home into the local community center, the coffee-shoppe, the village cafe, the town meeting room, would go a long way in ensuring if something happens to her, someone will be there.
When I think of Cali, social and people-friendly are not the words I would ascribe to her. Now, if she could get that free apartment in an assisted living facility where all meals and other necessities are provided for free (or without cost to her), she may learn some social skills and she'd be safe.
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When I think of Cali, social and people-friendly are not the words I would ascribe to her. Now, if she could get that free apartment in an assisted living facility where all meals and other necessities are provided for free (or without cost to her), she may learn some social skills and she'd be safe.
Allegedly the cali primitive is an aunt of my fellow alum Skins, but I dunno for sure.
She was born and raised in Connecticut, and when the hippies descended upon the once-distinctive state of Vermont with their "communes" and other silly stuff, she was part of that migration.
She had some bad experiences with men during the '60s and '70s, and became a recluse.
She's very hostile to people coming to see her.
Well, in one aspect I can understand that, her wish for solitude. There's many similarities between the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive and franksolich, most markedly that we're both "vulnerable" to some degree, her being a single older woman living out in the middle of nowhere, and myself being a single deaf male living out in the middle of nowhere.
But our reactions are different; she dislikes other people, while franksolich likes other people.....provided they give him at least some peace and quiet, some solitude.
She doesn't seem to understand that having other people hanging around is the best guarantee that if some sort of harm imperils her, someone will come to her rescue. Putting up with other people is a small price to pay for such security.
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Now, if she could get that free apartment in an assisted living facility where all meals and other necessities are provided for free (or without cost to her), she may learn some social skills and she'd be safe.
I've watched the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive for years, and I have rather the opposite impression of her; that unlike most other primitives, she truly wishes to be self-reliant, to be her own person.
It's just that her politics and her values are ****ed up. Her bitterness, her Hate, cripples her.
If she had her head on right, she'd resemble tough, self-reliant--but still utterly femme--women of the Sandhills of Nebraska.
But even given that she lacks the milk of human kindness, she's still a formidable presence. Every time I see her on Skins's island, I'm reminded of a great big grey battleship hoving into port.
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Drive through Vermont then report on your coverage -- it is that spotty (I go there several times a year).
Yes dearest, but I LIVE up in it. Do I have to mine I-93 and I-95 again?
What you call paradise, I call home. Have fun in Massholinuckistan.
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Yes dearest, but I LIVE up in it. Do I have to mine I-93 and I-95 again?
What you call paradise, I call home. Have fun in Massholinuckistan.
You moved to Vermont?
Let's be perfectly clear -- never in my lifetime have I ever referred to NH as paradise. Never once. Not even a little.
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I've always pictured the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive as a tall, thin, angular woman wearing an old U.S. Army great-coat and rubber galoshes as she feeds the chickens in her yard (yes, she has chickens).
As formidable as a battleship hoving into port, the cali primitive.
And I can respect that, but she's really got to take measures to ensure her personal safety, such as being more friendly to people, unspokenly "inviting" them to visit her so they can check up on things; check to be sure she's safe.
What I did was put the nephew in the will to get my place when I pass on. Then make my brother the executor of the will and remind him the place will sell better if they find my body within 24 hours of my passing.
I get visitors all the time!
The bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, on the other hand, is reaping what she has sown.
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The bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, on the other hand, is reaping what she has sown.
She wants to be left alone; she's anti-social.
Meaning that if something happens to her, nobody's going to care. Too bad, cali.
I like to be left alone too, but on the other hand I realize the wisdom of having people come by; it's a very small price to pay for ensuring that if something happens to me, help will come, and usually fast.
This is circa 1:00 p.m. Sunday afternoon. I live way out in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighbor six miles away, and town six miles another direction away. The grumpy old guy, a widower, who lives across the river (circa two miles, but again, six miles by road), is out in California visiting his daughter and her husband and family (I take care of his place while he's gone).
I live out in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes it's inconvenient for others to get here.
However, I've had "open house" since 5:30 a.m. today, as usual, and thus far I've had six people dropping in, about one person per hour. They're not here to see me specifically; they're here to do something else, but because I'm here, they come in and socialize.
It's because I'm happy to see them. I like solitude, but on the other hand I like the idea of other people coming over and hanging around, because it ensures my safety (a big big big priority for the deaf).
I think the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive would do good to emulate franksolich.
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At the very least, she should consider a med alert system, and she should certainly have a phone down stairs.
I haven't noticed that the cali primitive's been to this thread, becoming illuminated.
But I wish she'd read it, because it could save her life some day.
If the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive were somewhat less anti-social, and encouraged people to drop by, to drop in, to hang around, the next time something happens to her--and given her age, it's pretty likely something's going to happen to her--she won't have to be painfully crawling with a broken limb for two miles to get help.
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She wants to be left alone; she's anti-social.
Meaning that if something happens to her, nobody's going to care. Too bad, cali.
I like to be left alone too, but on the other hand I realize the wisdom of having people come by; it's a very small price to pay for ensuring that if something happens to me, help will come, and usually fast.
This is circa 1:00 p.m. Sunday afternoon. I live way out in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighbor six miles away, and town six miles another direction away. The grumpy old guy, a widower, who lives across the river (circa two miles, but again, six miles by road), is out in California visiting his daughter and her husband and family (I take care of his place while he's gone).
I live out in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes it's inconvenient for others to get here.
However, I've had "open house" since 5:30 a.m. today, as usual, and thus far I've had six people dropping in, about one person per hour. They're not here to see me specifically; they're here to do something else, but because I'm here, they come in and socialize.
It's because I'm happy to see them. I like solitude, but on the other hand I like the idea of other people coming over and hanging around, because it ensures my safety (a big big big priority for the deaf).
I think the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive would do good to emulate franksolich.
I have an idea. Maybe you could ask her to come live with you in the Sandhills of Nebraska. Yeah, that would be fun. You could make it into a sitcom for TV.
Just kidding, of course.
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I have an idea. Maybe you could ask her to come live with you in the Sandhills of Nebraska. Yeah, that would be fun. You could make it into a sitcom for TV.
Just kidding, of course.
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Oh, I'm sure it would make for a fantastic half-hour situation comedy for television.
Really; I mean that.
Bitter old New Englander roughing it with franksolich in the Sandhills.
In fact, madam, you gave me the idea for a new story, once I'm done with "a primitive Christmas Carol."
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This whiny tale about cali's leg isn't much of a bouncy, but at least it's something.
A lot of DUmmies have just shut it down since voting completed and the polls closed.
Nutcase nadin is a shell of her arrogant, condescending self, the Omaha Weeper has evaporated, and the dick inspector has hardly peeped out of the single-wide.
Some of it may be a protest against the Pay-to-Play pachinko-themed new DUmp, but I have to believe the Top DUmmy election schedule is an influence.
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This whiny tale about cali's leg isn't much of a bouncy, but at least it's something.
A lot of DUmmies have just shut it down since voting completed and the polls closed.
Nutcase nadin is a shell of her arrogant, condescending self, the Omaha Weeper has evaporated, and the dick inspector has hardly peeped out of the single-wide.
Some of it may be a protest against the Pay-to-Play pachinko-themed new DUmp, but I have to believe the Top DUmmy election schedule is an influence.
Probably the primitives are anxiously waiting, but no release of the top primitives until Christmas Eve, and then every day thereafter until New Year's.
They'll just have to be patient and wait.
Inbetweentimes, before Christmas Eve, I hope to get out two short stories featuring primitives, "a primitive Christmas Carol" and "Christmas for cali," which are still works-in-progress.
Thanks to Traveshamockery for the inspiration behind the second story; it's great.
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What I did was put the nephew in the will to get my place when I pass on. Then make my brother the executor of the will and remind him the place will sell better if they find my body within 24 hours of my passing.
I get visitors all the time!
The bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, on the other hand, is reaping what she has sown.
LOL -- H5!