...Just Keep On Comin'
Sometime
in early January, I took a fall off the bottom of the steps between my
parking space and the yard. It was dark, I was tired and grumpy,
fussing with my backpack and a package all at the same time I was
descending said stairs. Scuffed up my left knee pretty well, and twised
my right ankle enough so that I had to hobble a bit into the house.
All in all, not a major deal. So I thought.
That
night, the whole right foot, from the ankle to the sole was a
throbbing, painful ache. I had visions of a visit to a podiatrist the
next day, or at least setting up an appointment with one. Didn't get to
sleep until after 4 am. And yet, then next morning, the foot was just
fine. No indication that it had ever been so insomnia producingly
painful.
And
then I started to notice a bit of a 'blinch' when I moved in just the
right way. (Blinch, n., a sudden jolt of electric-like pain down a
nerve path, coupled with a desire to unload the blinched appendage as
quickly as possible. See also, "Doctor, it hurts when I do that... .")
I figured I'd go see Dr. Fritz when I was a bit more solvent that I was
at the time. He is a chiropractor I met in one of my classes at the
library. As big a bear, if not bigger, than I am.
And
so it went, until Saturday before last, when the lower back took an
express hand basket to hell, taking my ability to stand upright and walk
normally with it. Fortunately, I was able to get in to see Dr. Fritz
last Monday. The plan was 3 visits per week for two weeks, the
re-evaluate. Which was going along fine until I mentioned that I
noticed my left foot "dropping". He asked me to stand on tip-toes, then
on my heels. I went 1 and 0. I don't remember the medical terms, but I
have no roll or yaw control, and only downward pitch control in my left
foot. No heel-walking.
Dr.
Fritz' take is that I have a disk impinging on my spinal cord, causing
the weakness in my left leg and foot. Based on where I told him the ice
pick was being stuck in my left shin, he said the impingement was at
the L-5 vertebra. And that I needed to get my M.D. to evaluate it,
pronto. (My word, not Dr. Fritz'.) The "pronto" part is to get it
treated before the damage becomes permanent. Which could involve
diapers. The evaluation probably means another MRI. Which I can't afford.
Meanwhile,
entropy is slowly taking over the house, as I have little energy for
hauling stuff up and down stairs. I haven't walked the dogs since a
week ago Thursday. I did make use of Sam's "click and pull", so my
groceries were waiting for my at the customer service counter. And I
used a cart as a walker when I went through Wal-Mart.
So,
prayer in any denomination is welcome and solicited. I don't know what
I'll do if I'm unable to navigate this three story house and, more
importantly, walk the dogs.
Interesting.
(Posted over at Leelu's Place blog, too.)
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Day of Resistance
What started out as the morning dog walk tuned into a peaceful assembly/protest. Who knew??
I didn't know anything about it until I turned the corner onto Main St. and saw this:
We cut the walk short, and went home. I swapped my Breakers cap for my NRA cap, and went over to join in and get some photos:
I haven't been to a demonstration since the 80s. This one seemed to me to be important to participate in. The direction President Obama is taking this country is wrong. No government should have as much control of peoples' live has his assumed, from health care to unconstitutional laws trying to disarm the citizenry.
I have not been this afraid since the early 60s, when I wondered every day if the Russians would push the button down. I do not want the sheriff coming to my door to inspect my guns. I want to afford to shoot them, which means nothing but sales tax on ammo. I don't need expensive liability insurance because I own guns.
The people I met today seemed decent, rational, and patriotic. Several people recommended a particular gun club to me, and I plan on joining. I don't want to be alone in this mess.
Main and Broadway is a busy intersection, PA routes 24 and 74, from the MD state line, up to York and Carlisle. We got a lot of support
from passers-by, honking horns, waving, and giving thumbs-up. I'm happy
be where the kind of government intrusion Obama seems bent on will be
resisted. I am glad I wound up here.
I didn't know anything about it until I turned the corner onto Main St. and saw this:
We cut the walk short, and went home. I swapped my Breakers cap for my NRA cap, and went over to join in and get some photos:
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| The crowd across the intersection. |
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| A couple of folks came bearing arms. |
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| Nifty signs |
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I have not been this afraid since the early 60s, when I wondered every day if the Russians would push the button down. I do not want the sheriff coming to my door to inspect my guns. I want to afford to shoot them, which means nothing but sales tax on ammo. I don't need expensive liability insurance because I own guns.
The people I met today seemed decent, rational, and patriotic. Several people recommended a particular gun club to me, and I plan on joining. I don't want to be alone in this mess.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Odd...
I happened to peruse my blog stats the other day.
In the last month, I've gotten 106 hits from Belarus.
Qua??
My only guess is the "Red" in "Red Lion".
If any of you pop by again, please leave a comment and say "Zdravstvujtye" (or for the less formal, "Privyet")?
Spasiba!
And, pazhalusta!!
In the last month, I've gotten 106 hits from Belarus.
Qua??
My only guess is the "Red" in "Red Lion".
If any of you pop by again, please leave a comment and say "Zdravstvujtye" (or for the less formal, "Privyet")?
Spasiba!
And, pazhalusta!!
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
This is What Happens...
Friday, February 15, 2013
This was My Birthday
When my aunt passed away in 1990, my cousin found an envelope addressed to me among her things and sent it off to me. It was what I call a "Time Bomb", one that exploded in my face some forty years after the original events.
It's all below the fold.
It's all below the fold.
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| Mom and Dad at MGM Studios, late 1940s |
PA House BIll 521
House Bill 521 (2013) would require all persons holding a License to Carry hold liability insurance in the amount of $1,000,000. When I heard about this, I immediately wrote to Rep. Stan Saylor (who is, it turns out, my across-the-parking lot neighbor).
<Rep Saylor>
This is what I refer to as a "nibble"... a "feel-good" means of nibbling away at citizen's rights. It is an underhanded attempt to make it more difficult (in this case, expensive) for citizens to exercise their Constitutional right to own and carry firearms.
Please vote "No".
Thank you,
<leelu>
<Rep Saylor>
This is what I refer to as a "nibble"... a "feel-good" means of nibbling away at citizen's rights. It is an underhanded attempt to make it more difficult (in this case, expensive) for citizens to exercise their Constitutional right to own and carry firearms.
Please vote "No".
Thank you,
<leelu>
Monday, February 11, 2013
What I've Been Doing Lately
...for the "extra" denero.
The classes are all free. Take as many as you want, whenever you want.
I'm currently writing the section on "Introduction to Programming".
If you have any feedback, I'd love to hear it!
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The classes are all free. Take as many as you want, whenever you want.
I'm currently writing the section on "Introduction to Programming".
If you have any feedback, I'd love to hear it!
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