Hi, Paddy -- the broken part of it seems to be doing OK as best as I can tell. It’s the uric acid/gout thing that hasn’t gotten better. They are prescribing new drugs that I got to go pick up.
Colchicine. Took 2, waited an hour, took 1 more. Full effects may happen overnight, but my foot feels better. No side effect so far. Even the cat is being nice to me.
Take care of the toe, that can be very painful if it does not heal right. I hope they can control the gout without too severe a regimen. I first read about that when John W. Campbell wrote about having it. I very much admired him as an editor and writer. It sounded painful and hard to live with, but I think everyone is different. I hope it is not to hard on you.
Watching a confused Brandon in Italy, I have some sympathy for him as an old man, but none for him as POTUS nor for his family/supporters that encourage his delusion and continue to foist him on us.
One time when I visited my father as he lay dying in a hospital bed, he was looking out the window on a bright summery day and talking about hard the rain was coming down on the Chicago streets. He chuckled and when I asked him what was funny, he said that a guy had slipped in a puddle and almost fell. Another time sitting with my mother in similar circumstances, she said she was watching a parade down by the lake, but had to get going to the 5th floor to buy shoes for work.
Both times, I played along and enjoyed the moment that even as far from reality as they were, they were happy and at peace for those minutes. It was a blessing even if it wasn’t “real.” I thank God for those memories and the mercy shown.
Brandon is a completely different story. When my father was no longer able to safely drive, we disabled his vehicle. He was mightily pissed off, but you can only allow delusions to go so far. Brandon is far past the time his keys should be taken away from him.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven!
Sven -- how is your broken toe doing?
Hi, Paddy -- the broken part of it seems to be doing OK as best as I can tell. It’s the uric acid/gout thing that hasn’t gotten better. They are prescribing new drugs that I got to go pick up.
You have all the fun, don’t you?
I don’t like to brag, but…
Colchicine. Took 2, waited an hour, took 1 more. Full effects may happen overnight, but my foot feels better. No side effect so far. Even the cat is being nice to me.
Feeling better is a goodness, only really appreciated when you’ve felt bad for a while.
Take care of the toe, that can be very painful if it does not heal right. I hope they can control the gout without too severe a regimen. I first read about that when John W. Campbell wrote about having it. I very much admired him as an editor and writer. It sounded painful and hard to live with, but I think everyone is different. I hope it is not to hard on you.
Watching a confused Brandon in Italy, I have some sympathy for him as an old man, but none for him as POTUS nor for his family/supporters that encourage his delusion and continue to foist him on us.
One time when I visited my father as he lay dying in a hospital bed, he was looking out the window on a bright summery day and talking about hard the rain was coming down on the Chicago streets. He chuckled and when I asked him what was funny, he said that a guy had slipped in a puddle and almost fell. Another time sitting with my mother in similar circumstances, she said she was watching a parade down by the lake, but had to get going to the 5th floor to buy shoes for work.
Both times, I played along and enjoyed the moment that even as far from reality as they were, they were happy and at peace for those minutes. It was a blessing even if it wasn’t “real.” I thank God for those memories and the mercy shown.
Brandon is a completely different story. When my father was no longer able to safely drive, we disabled his vehicle. He was mightily pissed off, but you can only allow delusions to go so far. Brandon is far past the time his keys should be taken away from him.
Good night, GN. Let us all dream of happy times.