Good Early Morning to @Whiskey; @Huckleberried; @j3rian; @BigNasty (people who drive rely on the techno-nannies that their vehicles have, to make up for poor driving skills - hell, watch 'em try to back into a tight parking space in ANY city (gales of laughter); also, they don't have the driving skills like AARP-qualified guys; i.e., myself... and, no - I don't have phone conversations - even via Bluetooth - when I'm driving... I hope you left a few tongs in the CTX's chong); good morning, @pete67; @Markw4mms; @FranC; @Condensation; @BrattVapes; @Kevin H.; @charlieallen844; @lordmage; @Breazy_Com; and, of course - @Saddletramp1200 - just a few of the many that pass through @Whiskey's Corner...
I'm going to try and do some cooping; Liz woke me an hour ago, trying to put batteries in her X CUBE II while half-awake.
If it were anyone else, I'd call them an @$$ ache, and tell them to go back to sleep...
However, this is Liz - my partner, soulmate, lover and best friend. You learn during your life-journey where exceptions are made (she's back to sleep, now - wish me luck in joining her, within somnia)...
LW & Liz
Ha! Was just thinking about ya,
@LOveWerks. Well, about yer lady actually.
It's so good to see a couple like you...good people in love. Man!
Okay, I'm supposed to be sleeping but was reading around while winding down
from the Christmas tree mission and saw Liz is dealing with those gosh darned stones.
Now I realize you don't want or need any medical advice and all
but I can't help myself so bear with me.
The first time I had stones my mom came over to my 20 and found me
writhing on the living room floor screaming bloody hell. She took me to clinic
where they shot me up with demerol which did jack and put me on a bed next to a crazy old Spanish lady
who proceeded to mimic in translation all my agony.
I'd scream "Oh my God help me!", and she'd say "Ay Dios mio ayudame"
I'd moan "Oh shit I'm dying." , she'd repeat "Ay mierda me muero"
"Lord please take this pain away", "Señor por favor quiteme este dolor" and so on.
Finally I was in worse pain from the old lady than from the stone
so I signed myself out and mom took me home. When my girlfriend got home
I asked her to grab Jethro Kloss' book 'Back to Eden' and look up kidney stones
'cause I was in such pain I could barely see.
Instant relief, Bro. A hot soak bath in the tub for a half hour
promptly followed by a warm enema.
Your body opens up so the stones can flow w/o the little SOB crystals cutting up your insides.
Okay...now that I've done my good deed...catch y'all later.
Gotta date with the sandman