Showing posts with label peritonitis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peritonitis. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Wednesday's Digressions

The ole F1

  • I like the Next Blog forays but, recently found one that was very disturbing. It involved animals, women, children and sex. Very sad.
  • There was an older guy when I was a lot younger who was known for supposedly his mother died because of an abdominal infection caused by his father having sex with a horse and then having sex with the guy's mother. I had always dismissed it as a cruel rumor- until I left home and our paths crossed somehow- we actually became friends. It came out in a,  You think that's bad. kind of statement.
  • Yeah, you still got me beat on that one homes.
  • Yes, he literally said, My dad would go down to the barn and screw the mares. One time he came home and had sex with my mom. She developed peritonitis and died a week later.
    The Timberline SQ2 is perfect- it vents like crazy and with a footprint you can light set it and it weighs only 4 pounds

    If you were my GF and you camped with me you would awaken to the sound of my harmonica, the smell of the fire and hot chocolate. Yes, I know it is a Melissa and Doug brand- I got some on sale for my kids. They were interested for about 5 minutes. They are amazingly warm sounding for the 3 or 4 dollars I paid. Anyway, you would stagger out of the tent and say, Were you playing? I thought it was a dream. It matched the birds singing and fish splashing. I went back to sleep because it was pretty and I didn't want it to end.

    My field notes. Some day they will be a national archival treasure.

    Witches log. It still wasn't burned by the time we left- after a half a liter of stove fuel and pounds of tinder and two concerted efforts to get it to light and it was a dry as a bone.

    Sun bleached turtle shell frags.

    A wonderful beverage. Find it in your grocers awesome section.

    A Thanksgiving dinner could be faked by a good cook with the camping cooking gear I own and 99% of the time this pot which doubles as a case for my stove is all I use. A scrap of towel protects the stove's wings and keeps the pot on the stove.
  • I'm really not supposed to do that but I will for you because you are from Iraq. what I recently said to a patient.
  • Even more recently (today is 09/19/2014) I accidentally hit on an Iraqi patient. She had finished everything required of her and said, Well I guess I'll never see you again. I replied, Maybe not. Who knows?! She whipped around and said Oh, good- you have my number -right?
  • Get away from me you little devil.
    FG: Oh, help him Kevin he's stuck! He's dead baby. No, no he's moving. Help him he's stuck!

    Dutifully I pulled him out so she could see he was dead as a hammer.

    I don't remember what these are called but if you rub a handful on dead fish stinking hands it gets the smell off pretty well. 
  • Today I am home laying out from work. Nat Geo has a show on about World's Deadliest. I am drinking some fancy pants coffee. I won't say all is good, as I feel terrible but it could be worse.
  • Every day you wake up exchanging gases, have food stuffs to process for fuel and you can void your wastes is a good day I always say.