Very sorry to read the latest about your friends who are dealing with pancreatic cancer. All you and Mrs. Sven can really do is “be there” for them, just like all of you are doing for Brenda (and me).
FWIW, it does mean a lot at this end.
Also: Fuck cancer.
BK update: “Okay” right now.
Got myself a one week suspension from Twitter for the way I expressed my dim view of Christian Nationalism as recently espoused by Marjorie Taylor Green and Lauren Boebert. Fuck the GOP for not telling those bints to STFU.
Guess I’m done with voting, as I can no longer support either major party at any level. To quote Larry Elder, “That’s like chickens voting for Colonel Sanders.”
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Sven -- continued prayers for your friend in ICU. On a different note, I wonder if the president of teh bestest place ever will be issuing a correction?
Fatwa -- glad to hear that Brenda is doing okay. When your doctor mentioned a Eurocuff, where you thinking French cuffs with some nice cufflinks? Seriously though, that’s much better than a catheter.
Too much damned starch on that “Eurocuff”; just sayin’.
Scratchy. Not to mention awkward getting the cufflink on.
The nurse giving the instructions reminded me of a flight attendant demonstrating the seat belt and flotation device. Except with a latex, erm, appliance. The instructions for removing it were particularly amusing.
But I manfully resisted my baser comedic impulses. Repeatedly.
That said, I was glad they didn’t hook it up to a wet/dry shop vac. đź‘ż
But it’s true. (That said, it’s good to have a “reputation”.)
…an inflatable vise…
It was, in fact, just part of the tip. Looked like it was wearing a too-small, clear acrylic top hat with a couple of tubes attached. (Not joking; it was nothing like a blood pressure cuff. The amount of vacuum did oscillate a few times, ‘tho.)
And it emptied into a sort of large funnel leading to a plastic pail.
Sheesh…a field of study called “urodynamics” ought to have a wind tunnel or something…
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With Brandon and his buddies changing the definition of “recession,” it reminds me of him on the campaign trail yelling that “we believe in truth, not facts.”
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Drive-by:
G’morning, GN!
Sven --
Very sorry to read the latest about your friends who are dealing with pancreatic cancer. All you and Mrs. Sven can really do is “be there” for them, just like all of you are doing for Brenda (and me).
FWIW, it does mean a lot at this end.
Also: Fuck cancer.
BK update: “Okay” right now.
Got myself a one week suspension from Twitter for the way I expressed my dim view of Christian Nationalism as recently espoused by Marjorie Taylor Green and Lauren Boebert. Fuck the GOP for not telling those bints to STFU.
Guess I’m done with voting, as I can no longer support either major party at any level. To quote Larry Elder, “That’s like chickens voting for Colonel Sanders.”
Got a lot of carp today; BBL.
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Hi Fatwa --
So we are in a recession, which makes the president of teh bestest place ever’s comments yesterday more than a little odd.
Thanks for your thoughts and prayers for our friend. Still in ICU; still running tests.
Drive-by:
Hey, Sven --
Heard on the news driving to a urology appointment that Q2 wasn’t so great for our economy despite the attempted wishful spin yesterday.
They. Think. We’re. Stupid.
On the plus side, I got to use a device called the UroCuff (which you can look-up if you want); whee!!
Or “wee!”, if you prefer.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Sven -- continued prayers for your friend in ICU. On a different note, I wonder if the president of teh bestest place ever will be issuing a correction?
Fatwa -- glad to hear that Brenda is doing okay. When your doctor mentioned a Eurocuff, where you thinking French cuffs with some nice cufflinks? Seriously though, that’s much better than a catheter.
Hi, Paddy --
Too much damned starch on that “Eurocuff”; just sayin’.
Scratchy. Not to mention awkward getting the cufflink on.
The nurse giving the instructions reminded me of a flight attendant demonstrating the seat belt and flotation device. Except with a latex, erm, appliance. The instructions for removing it were particularly amusing.
But I manfully resisted my baser comedic impulses. Repeatedly.
That said, I was glad they didn’t hook it up to a wet/dry shop vac. đź‘ż
I call bullshit on this.
The fact that his “baser comedic impulses” were incased in an inflatable vise may have helped some.
But it’s true. (That said, it’s good to have a “reputation”.)
It was, in fact, just part of the tip. Looked like it was wearing a too-small, clear acrylic top hat with a couple of tubes attached. (Not joking; it was nothing like a blood pressure cuff. The amount of vacuum did oscillate a few times, ‘tho.)
And it emptied into a sort of large funnel leading to a plastic pail.
Sheesh…a field of study called “urodynamics” ought to have a wind tunnel or something…
It does, but you have to pay extra for that.
It’s only worth extra money if it exceeds Mach 1.
With Brandon and his buddies changing the definition of “recession,” it reminds me of him on the campaign trail yelling that “we believe in truth, not facts.”
Facts are things that can be manipulated, while truth, well that’s something you can define for yourself.