I am going to a urgent care doctor as my regular doctor had misdiagnosed my heart failure as an allergy and I haven't decided if I am going to sue him or just put out a contract. So I have to get this taken care of immediately.
Plus we just found out that our granddaughter in Florida had her insurance cancelled because of Obamacare.
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When it rains it pours.. at least that's what I've heard.
Hey Trooper, maybe you want to tell your granddaughter about this website...
http://mycancellation.com/
People are putting the cancelation notice on line.
Thanks Lem.
A sty sucks! I feel your pain. Your not returning to Donald Duck was prudent for several reasons.
Good grief. That is a lot on your plate at one time. Too bad about the granddaughter. We can only hope this mess gets resolved damn soon.
Think grassy knoll.
A good thing about the sty is that it is very easily treatable with some drops. It will be gone by the weekend.
Think grassy knoll.
Please, not this.
Think massive anti-Ocare voter turnout.
You probably caught that looking for the pictures you post. Like getting an ear infection from phone sex.
I would not want a sty in my eye...
Get well soon!
Boric acid eye wash. Can't hurt. We used this all the time when we were germy little kids always catching this stuff from the public swimming pools.
Sometimes Grandma's home remedy cures do work. My philosophy is that it will get better or it will get worse. Give it a chance to get better and if it does get worse, after sometime THEN go see the doctor. Of course....this doesn't apply to serious heart conditions...or...maybe it does.
Don't let them over medicate you, but on the other hand be informed and aware.....and take care.
When a sty makes your eye
Look like a big pizza pie
'At's amore!
I thought you always looked that way. You sty makes you seem more focused and less shifty looking.
You look like the Tareyton "I'd Rather Fight Than Switch" dude.
I thought you always looked that way.
Falls into the broad range of "rugged". I walked straight into a glass slider yesterday night. I'd forgotten I'd closed the porch slider to talk on the phone and when I hung up and turned around, I walked right into it. Boom! I almost fell to the ground like a bird hitting a picture window. Thought I broke my nose, but didn't. It left me wondering how people who take greater blows to the head in fist fights are able to find the wits to throw another punch. Or shoot someone.
A sty in the eye can be painful. Hope it heals quickly.
Never had a sty, well, other than where I live, never walked into a glass slider, yet, but I did hit my head on a branch stub yesterday while sawing up a tree that fell in a neighbor's yard.
Even though the tree is reclining upon the earth much of the crown is still up beyond my reach - I spent the afternoon cutting branches, getting the saw jammed in limbs that were under all kinds of twisted tension, had to go home and get another saw to rescue the big saw, hit my head as noted, got rained on, and even after all that, the most dangerous part of the job remains - how to get a log that is 10 feet in the air down on the ground. It is going to take much thinking to get that one figured out. Maybe after a few more hours of work I will be able to get close enough to the trunk to see what is going on - maybe I will be able to saw it at the base somehow and get it to fall.
If not, well, you can't win them all. If I go to the land of wind and ghosts then you will know the tree won.
Sixty, didn't you have a beam fall on your head once? Or was a that a mote in your eye?
Miscusi for sounding Eyetalian in that last one...
I walked into plate glass door as a little kid. The lighting was such..etc. etc.
Fortunately, i was so small I didn't break the glass. But i had quite a shiner and banged up nose.
A temporary king post did leap out of a building I was lowering the roof on. I bled like a stuck pig. Wrote a comment here as I was at the urgent care awaiting stitches.
Bumping my head on an unseen branch stub is different - not much more than a little knot near my scar. Having the cantilevered willow oak fall on my head would be the end of me. As they say, at least I would die doing what I love - being crushed by a rotten red oak.
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last, 'cept Grit
Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree, he just stood there alone, Big Grit
Big Bad Grit
For the Big Bad Grit, from Sergeant Phil Esterhaus: "Hey, let's be careful out there."
Thank you both for thinking of me - EP - I am neither big nor bad, well, not in that sense, more of a meek and retiring Grit, who lets his chainsaw do his talking.
And MamaM - as I lie awake at night I turn my thoughts (see what I did there?) to how to safely get that log on the ground - the good news is that I won't return to that site for a couple of weeks, so I can give much thought to the problem.
As of right now I think I will continue to remove as much of the crown as I can, then work on gaining access to the upright portion of the base. If the limbs are in the air and have a clear path downward (did I mention there is a propane tank in the middle of this mess?) then perhaps I can treat it as a semi-normal take down, which is sometimes not fatal to the sawyer. Sometimes.
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