Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
I just re-joined FR and I would like to post to my local NC state board but I am not able to. How do I get the ability to do that?
Perhaps this weekend, I’ll have time to work on homophone eradication. I had no idea this thread was so infested.
For a laugh:
www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/the-25-funniest-autocorrects-of-2012
Careful if you’re working. I have been suppressing laughter so hard my sides hurt.
Most of those abs in The 300 were actually painted on.
No... Her name was Dolly something... Not much of a conversationalist.
..and most often, an undocumented one.
Something like a dreamer but it doesn't vote..
Going over my medical records the last couple of days, I’ve finally learned what my “asthma” is called: pulmonary fibrosis. That explains why the steroids work so well.
Lots of trauma to my lungs over the years from pertussis to Valley Fever. Now I just need to keep it under control.
Of course. The current occupant of the White House can tell you what happens if you document your plans to stomp on countries.
There’s nothing like a label to make everything make sense.
I’m sure it’s not worth waisting a weekend. At first they didn’t even phase me. The mane problem is I can be literal sometimes and I may lose my mined. I’m just trying to stay seine. But there’s not that much at steak since my ego doesn’t brews easily.
As much trouble as I’ve had breathing, it just didn’t seem right that “asthma” could be “all there is.”
At least this way, I can deal with it properly and not expect it to go away.
Not even with Darks’ coffee?
I thought that worked on anything.
BTW: I wasn’t making fun of the label thing. Once I found out Obama was a terrorist-loving, America-hating anti-colonialist his tenure made perfect sense.
I never thought for a second that you were making fun of the “label thing.” :o]
Only externally.
Along the same lines as paint remover..
..and naval jelly...
..and 12 Normal H2SO4.
It’s good to have a diagnosis.
Well, at least with a diagnosis, I’ll be a little more relaxed about it all, though I’ll never be able to leave home without an inhaler or a nebulizer.
The Good Doctor's song made no reference to producing offspring. He was concentrating, rather intently I might add, on the possibility of finding a sex partner with his own level of dedication to the art.
Also, I feel it only fair to mention that as a science fiction writer, as well as a Foxworthy Redneck of multiple dimensions, -- (not whether, but in how many ways I might be such) -- sisters, (and female cousins) in my genetic neighborhood have always been regarded with a very special filial affection.
Yes, if you know what’s going on, you can stop worrying about the things that it isn’t.
And speaking of diagnoses, my mother sent me the autopsy report on my father. It was definitely Alzheimer’s Disease, not dementia from some other cause.
I knew it wasn’t cancer, and I knew my lungs have been abused, but I didn’t know what to call it. I’m just glad I was prodded to search a little deeper into the online medical data that is mine alone.
And of course, with the wind, I need to make sure I have masks in pockets, purse and glove department and that my inhalers are full and handy. I had the door open for a while today, ad the wind has been blowing, so I’ve already had two breathing treatments. I’ll go to bed in a bit and have another steroid vial and hopefully, I will sleep fairly well tonight.
I don’t know whether to be “happy” Alzheimer’s was the final diagnosis, or sad that your dad (and your mother) suffered so. But did he know he suffered?
Bill Cosby said his father told him once, "Don't worry about getting senile. If it happens to you, you won't know it."
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