Saturday, February 6, 2016

Garter Belt

I need one.  To hold this stupid brace up.

+$100 for an immobilization brace that only works as long as I don't move.  No matter how tight I strap it, the instant I have to walk it starts loosening up and sliding down.  By the time I get to the bathroom the bottom is resting down near my ankle and the only reason my knee isn't bending is that I'm consciously working at keeping it straight.  It even shifts when I'm sleeping at night. 

It's annoying enough that I'm thinking of asking the orthopedic surgeon to put a cast on it.  I think it would be easier to crutch around and deal with showering with my leg in a trash bag than the way it is now. 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

This Is A Kneecap...

This is what I did to my kneecap Sunday before last.

I finally got around to going to the doctor today because I was tired of the healing seeming to be stalled and was thinking maybe just powering through wasn't the best approach.  Or maybe they'd have some suggestions as to how to help it along.  They did - stop walking/driving on it.  The doctor and x-ray tech were amazed that I was able to walk on it to start with. 

Guess that answers whether or not I'm going back to the range on Friday.  But at least I have an excuse not to clean house.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

If I Had That Kind Of Luck...

...I'd be down at the local casino all the time.

Setting aside the fact that Democrats are choosing candidates by coin tosses, are we really supposed to believe that all 6 tosses came up for Hillary?

Yeah, Bill didn't have sex with that woman, either.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Christmas Beer!

The man in brown got through yesterday and delivered the first installment of my Christmas present from my nephew.

Which happens to be the same thing I got him.  There was much laughter Christmas morning.  We know each other so well.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Free At Last, Free At Last, Thank God Almighty We Are Free At Last

Well, OK, maybe it's not THAT monumental...

This little guy finally opened my street yesterday.  My neighbor had worked mightily with his blower to clear his own driveway, get down a little piece of our street to a connecting street, and then get that connector open to the plowed street below.  Once the worst of the snow was shifted off the road between his driveway and my front yard yesterday he quickly used his blower to whack a path to my porch.  So even with my driveway still blocked I was connected in case I needed something.  Neighbors have been checking with me when they go to town but I'm so well stocked I could hang on for a month.  I might be sick of canned soups and dried beans, but I'd eat.  I'd also have enough toilet paper - that's something I always stock.

And I did a recount of the wine, including the bottles of white I forgot I had in the downstairs fridge - five reds and two whites.  I'm good for a while yet.

This evening my driveway was liberated.  The fellow who did it had to go back to his regular day job today in order to get some rest - he worked 59 hours in 3 days this week clearing snow. 

Not that I can drive anywhere.  'Cause I did a dumb on Sunday afternoon.

You know how you get so focused on something that other concerns get pushed out of your mind until the moment when things go wrong and you realize you've just done a "Here, hold ma beer" level of dumb?  Well, I got real focused on the snow on the roof.  Codes call for a roof to be able to support x amount of snow, and we were right at that x with a forecast that called for possible rain.  I got real worried about the weight when they started talking about rain.  So I cleared some of the snow off the back deck and went up a ladder to try to shift some of the snow off the roof.  The ramifications of being home alone in an area that had been completely cut off by 40 inches of snow did not break my focus until the ladder was on its way down.  And rolling off into the snow does not save you completely if you don't have time to get completely free and your legs snap down across the ladder, which is what happened.  The knot in the picture isn't actually the problem, although it's good and tender - the hard smack my right knee took is what has laid me up.  It's getting better, but it's weak, cranky, doesn't want to take my full weight, and has a disconcerting tendency to try to snap backward.  And somewhat swollen with deep bruising all around the knee.  I whacked it good.  But at least I didn't break anything.  I'd have been just SOL for a while if I'd broken anything.

My shoveling ended right there; cycles of ibuprofen, icing, and elevating took over.  I've decided that everything I need is sentient and has moved downstairs just to torment me.  I'm gimping around, but I don't feel like I can drive right now because I'm afraid the knee wouldn't be able to take the stress of braking in an emergency.

And you know how when you limp it throws everything off kilter and other muscles object?  My bum muscles are sore.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016


You know the back and forth that's been going on between The Donald and Fox News.    And the furor that has been created by The Donald's refusal to participate in the final debate that Fox is hosting.  I'm not convinced it's the best thing he could have done tactically but he has proved that he will do whatever he bloody well pleases and it will be interesting to see what happens.

But one thing I've noticed is it's not often being reported what Fox did that provided Trump with his final excuse to get out and I think it's worth noting.  I tossed Fox into the same box as the ABC channels a long time ago - it's not nearly as fair and balanced as it proclaims.   That feeling was confirmed by this Fox News press release:

 “We learned from a secret back channel that the Ayatollah and Putin both intend to treat Donald Trump unfairly when they meet with him if he becomes president. A nefarious source tells us that Trump has his own secret plan to replace the Cabinet with his Twitter followers to see if he should even go to those meetings.”

 Various words such as "unprofessional", "childish", and "puerile" come to mind. 

Could someone please stand up and be an adult?