Posted on 08/05/2012 4:43:59 PM PDT by ConservativeStatement
"Unexpected Swallowing of a Knife" -- that's a grabbier title than most ones you see in medical journals.
The short item, a clinical image in this week's New England Journal of Medicine, explains that a 30-year-old woman with a history of bulimia had been bragging to friends that she no longer had a gag reflex. She put the knife into her mouth and then laughed -- at which point she swallowed the knife.
(Excerpt) Read more at sun-sentinel.com ...
So Kathleen has a tooth, eh?
Uh-huh.
Hey, lunch time!
Another 45 minutes... Only 10:15 AM here...
http://www.contactmusic.com/video/confederate-railroad-bills-laundromat-bar-grill-music-video
This is the sort of business Anoreth and I want to open on a tropical island, when she gets out of the CG.
That is absolutely darling! Thanks for posting.
Tropical island? Are you sure? About 50 years ago, I dreamed of retiring to Micronesia. Then the reality hit. Few libraries. Nothing gets dry. Ear fungi. (In FL, people put vodka in their ears to alleviate the discomfort until they can get something specific for it. Do you really want to put your vodka in your *ear*?)
Whew it was HOT for us again yesterday evening and into the morning. Only 84 but the house didn’t cool off a bit until this morning. Yeah I know 84 what a wimp I am....LOL!!!!
Star Wars?
Hey, Ladies!
I’m back from Walmart. Got my second-favorite bus driver on the way home. He always lowers the ramp for me, and says, “That’ll be $5!” I laugh, of course, and call him my son.
Later in the trip, a passenger asked him what street was the diving line for North/South street numbers. The driver stammered, and I said, “Charleston.” The driver looked at me and said, “You’re right. Thanks!” I said, “That’ll be $5.”
Life is good!
I’ve given up the BP meds for now, and the BP (today) is lower than with the meds. I got a call from the doc’s office saying that he had called in a new med for me that is a diuretic. I don’t know if I will take it, as I have herbal meds that do that. He also wants me to have a blood test, and to see me next week.
We shall see who wins this. Whatever it is. I don’t want to follow my SIL to the hospital.
I really miss my new computer, but it may be another three weeks before I get it back.
In the meantime, I’m finding ways to lower my BP to within normal limits, including using sea salt, which has minerals the body needs. Table salt is worthless.
Thanks for update Face. Glad all is well.
I’m a “Survivor,” CO. Life is what it is and I will survive! (I think someone ought to write a song about that!) LOL!
;)
Arkansas.
And it doesn’t always rain in the Caribbean. And I won’t drink Vodka, so I might as well put it in my ears, although generally I use tea-tree oil as a cure-all.
I want you on my bus!
We had the Hobbit Club at the park today. It rained a bit, but there was a giant umbrella, about 20’ diameter, so only little boys got wet, not Kathleen.
Next week we get to the spiders!
Well, all is well, according to me, but the doc has a whole new agenda he wants me to adhere to.
Stay tuned!
I like vodka as a chaser, with any drink, and especially champagne. :o]
What’s the Hobbit Club and am I invited?
Spiders? That was such a dark chapter for me because I LOATHE spiders!
nd with that, I’m outta here for the night!
The Hobbit Club is an activity of the Catholic homeschool association: we’re meeting every Friday, more or less, reading the book, discussing it, and doing crafts. (You’d be invited if you were here!) Today they modeled animals with something between Play-dough and modeling clay; it was soft and didn’t seem to plan on setting up.
The majority of attendees are boys between 6 and 12, so they’ll have a wonderful time with the spiders. The girls (10 to 14) may not be so thrilled. I plan to bring our Hallowe’en spiders: we have two, about 4-foot size.
Some children are dropped off, but it’s a long drive for me, so I stay and have become the assistant leader and take turns reading the chapters with Mrs. Flemings.
OMGosh! How much fun is that? Include me in!
It’s a whole lot of fun. You wouldn’t believe how nerdy some of the boys are ... they’ve memorized *everything*.
Seems like the perfect venue for me to give a rendering of my blues music:
I've Got "The I got caught in a lobster trap Blues"
I was just going fishin’, with a heckuva plan,
When I found out by dumb luck, I’d been caught by The Man.
Said I broke quite a few laws, and some limits as well,
Guess I’m now in a steam pot, and it’s here I shall dwell.
Oh, they caught me red-handed, and they slipped the cuffs on,
Those darn tight rubber handcuffs, sure are almighty strong.
I was free on the water, and now I’m in the soup,
If it weren’t for these handcuffs, I would sure fly the coop.
I got the I got caught in a lobster trap blues.
My face sure turned red when this hit the news!
It’s a heck of a fix.
Wish they’d stop taking pix.
I got the I got caught in a lobster trap blues.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . March 20, 2007
Good thing it’s after lunch; that would have made me hungry.
You doing OK?
I'm hardly ever here anymore, and I miss talking with you.
An NMB blues classic!
And you were there!
Well, no but similar.
Those weapons should give any would-be miscreant paws to consider.
I’m OK. I’ve been fighting high BP and the meds are worse than the disease. (High BP is not really a disease...it’s a symptom that something else is wrong, somewhere in your body!) So I quit taking the meds because I just couldn’t deal with the side-effects, and have begun a diet that’s higher in potassium.
Now, of course, the doctor wants to put me on diuretics. I don’t need diuretics! I don’t want to be dehydrated!
But I’m good. I’ll beat this thing.
I miss you, too!
Give me the same feeling reminiscent of the "new, improved laundry detergent" that somebody's gonna be allergic to. Proactive prayers up.
Morning.
Everybody knows a kitteh like that one.
Caught up w/food processing for the moment (using watermelon in agua fresca and watermelon-banana smoothies), and really scored at the dollar store: “Swimming with Crocodiles” by Will Chaffey!
Related: NnB: Love your blues number. Have you composed the music to go with it?
Score #2: Mr. Sg discovered volunteer muscadine among the watermelon vines. Negation of Score #2: muscadine’s fruit is slimy.
‘Face, please keep us updated.
Have a great day, y’all!
Morning! Good to see you.
;)
Howdy, Ladies!
Another blistering day at Hooterville Junction. At midnight, it had dropped to a cool 104...sweater weather! LOL!
We’re supposed to get up to 111 today, at McCarran, but it’s always hotter, here, so we may see 114. As long as there is a breeze and/or the humidity is down, I don’t mind it at all. Of course, I’m a little different than most folks. :o]
You would have been downright freezing here yesterday, only 77 degrees.
Afternoon, all. I took a few kids (not Frank) to Missionaries of the Poor this morning, because Pat really wanted to go. Then we had lunch at Chick-Fil-A, although we could have eaten at the M.O.P.’s; St. Gabriel’s Church Vietnamese Community brought the food, and it smelled good, but Tom really wanted a milkshake, which I’m told they call a “frappe” up North in strange places like Rhode Island and Massachusetts.
Tom and Elen were supposed to help with an Eagle Scout project this afternoon, but it rained. Maybe they can do something next Saturday. Elen needs the community service hours.
Tom is taking an online First Aid course, and then he has to go to the Red Cross office next Thursday for CPR practice. Then, as soon as he turns 16, he can apply to be a lifeguard.
That’s about the time I drag out my winter clothes...77 is almost time for longjohns! LOL!
I don’t do snow at all because I have a tendency to slip and fall. I’ve done it in the winter since I was at least your age. Since then, snow is a four-letter word!
Wait, what?
It's the blues. You sit on a stool and strum a guitar, and talk into a microphone.
What musical score do you need for that?
By the way, I like this one better: (I always picture driving through Tennessee when I'm reading this.)
I’ve got the "I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town" Blues!
I was cruisin’ my pick-up,
Goin’ up hill and down.
My tank was on empty,
I looked for a town.
In the fog on the mountain,
I was driving real slow,
Saw a neat little valley,
With a town down below.
So I drifted on down there,
On the fumes in my tank,
Looked around for a station,
All I saw was a bank.
Last time it was open,
LBJ ruled the day.
There was no gas to purchase,
And no way I could pay.
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
There I sat in my truck,
I was down at my heels,
I’d run clear out of luck,
Guess you know how that feels.
When a scruffy old feller,
Offered something to drink.
It was something so horrid,
It might kill me I think.
But I had to be friendly,
So I told the man fine,
Got a gallon of moonshine,
For a buck twenty-nine.
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
I knew I couldn’t drink it,
For it reeked and it stank,
So just to get shet of it,
I poured it into my tank.
Don’t know what I was thinkin’
Tried to start my old truck,
Well, she ran like a new pup!
Had a change in my luck.
Bought some more of that homebrew,
For a price I can’t beat,
Keeps me rolling much better,
Than the gas on your street!
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
I went back pretty often,
Bought up most of their stuff,
They thought me a drunkard,
Who just can’t get enough.
I kept up the pretense,
Who gets gas for that price?
They called me the town drunk,
I just thought it was nice!
Then one day I got busted,
They discovered my game,
For some reason they’re angry,
Now it can’t be the same.
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
NicknamedBob. . . . September 27, 2005
OH, excellent! My Chick-Fil-A hoodie came yesterday, and I was really happy I could support them, even though we have no restaurants here.
Vietnamese food smells very good, but I’m always leery of the hot spices they use. Like Latino food, only moreso. Years ago, I read in some history book about Latin/tropical countries that used lots of peppers and other hot spices because it helps to rid the body of parasites. I can understand that completely.
Of course, these days, with food and technology the way they are, parasites are almost unheard of...except in Third World countries.
Good for Tom! I will keep him in my prayers so that he passes with flying colors. I bet he would make a VERY good EMT!
In other news...
It looks as though I’m going to be a great-gramma in early April. Lablady just sent me a text to tell me her youngest son and his girlfriend are expecting.
I was saddened to learn my oldest grandson and his wife can have no children, but perhaps after this news, they may think of adopting.
Tom will do just fine in the course. He’s taken First Aid in the Boy Scouts, but their course doesn’t give a Red Cross certification. He plans to apply to be a lifeguard and water-skills instructor at Boy Scout camp next summer. I’m imagining six or eight weeks without Tom, and it looks like ... a quieter and more roomy house! Tom is a great person, but he takes up a lot of physical and emotional space ;-).
I think the Vietnamese had made ordinary American food, because Vietnamese food for Mexicans probably wouldn’t have worked out. They had their trays covered because it was raining, but I smelled meat! I bought fruit salad, and they can keep the Tupperware dish or give it to one of the Mexican families to carry home leftovers. Brother Augusto said he would get us a copy of their songbook with chord markings so Pat can learn to accompany them on ukulele when we’re there. They were impressed with his Jake Shimabukuru piece.
Congratulations on impending great-grandmother-hood. Jason-the-spook has broken up with Anoreth, so I’ll just have to keep having my own children.
Nothing is as good as having grandchildren. You can love them, cuddle them, sleep with them and play with them, but when they are fussy or stinky, you can give them back to mom or dad. I love it!
I just don’t understand why grandkids weren’t born first; then we wouldn’t have to go through all those growing pains!
When I come to visit, I will expect to hear a lot of Pat’s ukulele expertise!
Very creative! However, BB King could come up w/a melody....
I’ve had Vietnamese food twice and it was absolutely delicious both times!
I love Vietnamese food, but I’m allergic to the fish sauce they use, so I have to choose dishes without it.
It’s only 112.5 on the North side porch. Meh. Dew point 54, so it’s a bit sticky. But we have Baseball in a while, so it’s OK.
79 and very humid here. I think I’ll go give Pink Baby a bath.
That's what I arranged to do. Would you have expected anything less?
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