I saw franksolich's aggravation building.
Yeah, it was a sight to see in real life; I was getting pissed, no one answering my question even though just about everybody here (but myself) knew the answer.
To me, "boil" is just a four-letter word; I have nothing to "connect" it with, other than that I
guess it's an unnatural protuberance in the skin with liquid inside that really should come out. I've probably actually seen boils, but never knew they were "boils."
It's like around here in real life, when I allege I'm probably one of only six or half a dozen native Nebraskans who's never seen a live rattlesnake. And it's an honest allegation; as far as I know, I've never seen a live rattlesnake.
Others (in real life) insist such is impossible; they say I've probably really seen a live rattlesnake, or many of them, but because they didn't fit my definition of "rattlesnake," I dismissed them as unimportant or irrelevant, and went on to something else, ignoring it, or them.
I do do that; if I don't know what it is, I don't bother paying attention.
Anyway.
I think Celtic provided the correct answer in another thread.
Yes, she did, as also did my good friend chitownchica, those two being about the only friends here (ooops, there's Chris_ too, in personal messages) who answer questions I have.
Others this morning have since answered my question, and my gratitude to them too, but I
really needed the answer last evening, when I was on the verge of becoming a basket-case, infuriated that we had a "post-and-run" member who doesn't hang around in case there's questions.
That's a characteristic of the primitives--the big guy down in Bellevue being the best example--not of decent and civilized people.
vesta is a nurse.....
Yes, she is, or was (she's retired now, being quite ancient).
But my question, which she
IGNORED was directed specifically to her, because it'd been inspired by something she'd said, and I thought she was the one who should answer my query.
Which she didn't (even though she was around), and I almost chewed the rafters off the ceiling in indignant vexation and galloping frustration.