I’m just gonna say OUCH!!! And go curl up in the corner till the good drugs kick in…
Ride a ‘bike’? Really??? Flexion? It DOESN’T bend that far…
I swear, not only was she trained by the Marquis de Sade, I think she has Vlad the Impaler in her family tree…
And that middle European accent asking “Does this hurt?” Just doesn’t help…
When we were finished, she asked, “Oh, did I hurt you?”
“Nope, these are tears of joy that I survived!”
It’s gonna be a long six weeks…
Soooo…. PP ‘gifts’ me with a balloon…
After she withholds my coffee…
She’s headed back to her family, and probably glad to be rid of me at this point. I know I’ve been a ‘tad’ grumpy the last few days.
But I really appreciated her being here… You never realize how truly helpless you are, until a leg is down and you’re stuck on crutches. You can’t carry anything, can’t do all those ‘normal’ things, like making coffee, etc… All those things one doesn’t think about.
We chatted about how she’d felt after her hip surgery, and how much of a PITA it was. Now I see what she was talking about. Simple things like putting dishes away, silverware, etc.
But I start therapy tomorrow, with my ‘favorite’ Marquis de Sade disciple… I really think she ‘enjoys’ pain, as long as it’s mine… Sigh…
But as many of y’all have told me, the PT is the critical part to a full recovery, so I will do it (whining and crying all the way). 🙂
Thanks for all the good thoughts, they are appreciated. Now that I’m pretty much off the drugs, I’ll be getting back to writing on the book.
BO is once again spewing blame hither and yon…
President Obama on Tuesday dismissed the notion that he is seeking to take away people’s firearms as he delivered his latest call for stronger gun laws.
Speaking to police chiefs in Chicago, Obama sought to rebut the argument made by conservatives, which he said is designed to stoke fear.
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Before his speech, Obama met with the spouses and children of law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty, as well as families of bystander victims of gun violence in Chicago, the White House said.
“I refuse to accept the notion that we couldn’t have prevented some of those murders, and suicides and kept more families whole,” the president said.
From The Hill Blog- HERE.
He’s more or less promising executive orders to ‘deal’ with the issue, since all his gun control packages have died a quick death under the scrutiny of Congress…
From the NRA, Wayne LaPierre calls out Obama in the video HERE–
“He (Obama) has all the laws he needs to stop the bloodshed now. Under the existing federal gun laws, he could take every felon with a gun, drug dealer with a gun and criminal gangbanger with a gun off the streets tomorrow and lock them up for five years or more. But he won’t do it, his justice department won’t do it, and the media never asks why.”
“The NRA has demanded the strongest possible prosecution of the federal gun laws for over 20 years. Our repeated calls have been met by deafening silence from Washington’s elites. President Obama and Hillary Clinton and other politicians use the carnage to campaign for more gun laws “they won’t and don’t enforce.”
Here are some ‘facts’… Ironic facts considering BO’s stance…
Prosecutions/Enforcement:
So what happened to the OTHER 72,597? Crickets…
Again, where are the convictions? And what happened to the other 10,000+? Back on the streets???
Is anyone surprised by this? Bad guys doing bad things and ignoring laws… Sigh…
Well, well, well… I get to be a guest poster!! By no means am I a writer so bear with me, plus daddy has a space (ergonomic my left toe!!) keyboard and I feel like a kid, unable to figure out how to type on it!
Let me tell you a story about the last 7 days where I have had the pleasure of taking care of 2 active cranky two-year olds…who you ask? Enter my lovely dad and my grandfather! They both. out of great love for me, had the luck to fall apart at the same time. My grandfather had to have a total hip replacement and my dad needed a knee clean up (in my best intercom voice…”clean up on aisle 7″). So I get a phone call from my grandfather saying his surgery is scheduled on Oct 22. Then a week later my dad call me and tells me his surgery is on…wait for it…YEP Oct 22!! Well here comes the dilemma they are of course 2842 miles apart!! Deciding they are trying to kill me…I had to ask one of them to move it…hero dad for getting his rescheduled…a whole 4 days later.
Oct 21 comes around I get off a lovely hell of a 48 hour shift drive 2 hour home from work, pick up Jace and my Grandfather and we drive the hour to the hospital for Pre-Op. Jace had a lovely nap and was all perky when entering the hospital where we of course went to the wrong place and found out he had not just one appointment but two! Mom brain freaks out at this…did I pack enough snacks? Food? Distractions? As with any doctor’s office they were over an hour late, and by the time they came in Jace was past the point of being content.
Training point here for anyone taking care of family members, make sure you know their history going in!!! Somewhere in the dark abyss of his medical chart it has been added that he has a condition where he will die if he were to go under general anesthesia… Umm nope! Dear lady remember me fighting this for 2 months last year??? Well then she brings out the ringer, oh Mr. Carter and looks like you had a testicle removed? Umm, Grandpa looks at me I look at him and we both go, uhh, no pretty sure we would both remember that and God bless Grandpa who states “Well I’m pretty sure I am still feeling 2 of them down there! The RN then gives us prescriptions that have to be filled that night so he can take them before surgery. Next stop Pre-Op in the surgery center where we go through ALL the exact same questions again, couldn’t we have streamlined this and all been in the same room? Jeez! We were still in the same hospital!
Mad rush after that to get to the pharmacy to fill said prescriptions he just had to have. Fast forward to 0600 the next morning and drop Jace off at daycare, drive an hour again to wait for surgery, answer all the same questions over again. Kiss himbye bye and I’m off to amuse myself waiting. Doc finally comes out and has his typical 20 second conversation which I remember none of the questions I have for him. Get to recovery and he is all perky and feeling great! Surgery a success and he will be coming home tomorrow pending perky young RN in training… Who keeps asking me what she is supposed to do, as he is puking his guts out, because Grandpa tells everyone, and I do mean everyone he passes I am a Paramedic Battalion Commander (which sounds like I run an alien ship and everyone looks at him like he has lost his marbles). FYI I don’t recommend the tapioca pudding right after surgery. Next morning after a long night I drive back to the hospital pick him up and bring him home where he feels great and is walking around.
There was a lot of Grandpa go take a nap you need your rest…and his response “I don’t need a nap I feel great.” Grandpa your hip is still numb, do not push it! Fast forward that night and the pain has kicked in but he doesn’t want to take the pain pills. Finally gives in after a night of calling me to come in and help him turn, put his leg straight, get him up to pee, and on and on. Jace is great at bringing him ice packs, taking him food and bringing his food to the kitchen. Grandpa on the other hand is acting like a picky 2 year old. Doesn’t want to eat, but yet he eats the apple pie, doesn’t want to take his pills, doesn’t want his ice pack…This goes on for 2 days!
Sunday I get up at the awesome time of 0200 to drive to the airport, leaving Grandpa in the hands of Jace and my husband…sorry honey! Giggle Giggle..I’m free! Plane ride to other side of the county..Daddy’s turn! Now he has already done Pre-Op…yipee, but has to be there at 0615….really?? Does no one ever do anything at 1000 in the morning? Get to surgery center and go to one waiting room for 20 minutes then they moved us to a “sub” waiting room??? Finally go back and RN does the quick and dirty medical history but she can’t find her head from her ass! Comes in the room, goes out of the room; oh you have question well let me find out, walks out and comes back and forgot the question. Sigh…
This is not making my medic brain feel strongly about this! Doc is late of course, comes in for 10 seconds then is gone. Ok kick me out…no good byes. Play the waiting game again. Surgery over and 2 for 2 done and went great! Huge sigh of relief for me. Wait to go to recovery where they have him and first thing he asks for is his phone….um no Daddy you cannot have your phone! No calling people all doped up! Of course they waited to give his prescriptions after his surgery so I had to take him and sit him in the car while I ran into to get them! When we get home does he want a pain pill? No he wants COFFEE! You think these boys would listen as I kinda do this for a living…but NO!
Daddy decides he wants to play on the computer after eating bacon and eggs! Finally agrees to take pain pill but will not lay down for a nap…this sounds familiar?? Right??? Finally goes down and I lay down for nap and he calls me on the phone from the bedroom..he is stuck and wants to roll over. Giggling the whole time I roll him over. Thinking finally nap time and no more cranky 2 year old…nope! Wakes up doesn’t want to eat dinner he wants oreos. More of him saying he hurts… Take pain pills… No I don’t wanna… Take them! You need to eat…I don’t wanna…you have to eat with your meds… I don’t wanna. What are you doing?? I want this… Use your words, not just random pointing!
Sit down…put your ice pack on…I can’t feel it…its not working. Then he wants to take a shower… Ummm, Daddy sorry but no. You would have thought I took away his favorite toy…put cranky boy to bed. Long sigh or relief… close my eyes and hear clunk, clunk, clunk of crutches down the hall… Daddy what are you doing? I have to pee… Sigh, didn’t you do that before you laid down? No, I didn’t have to then!
This has been the adventures of a week in the life of PP…thanks for coming along with me. On a serious note, throughout all of the struggles and lack of sleep this last week I am a very very lucky lady to have these 2 wonderful special men in my life for my son to look up to. They drive me crazy at times but I wouldn’t trade them in for anything. I am blessed both came through surgery great and are on the road to recovery.
Some times all one can do is laugh…
And other times all one can do is shake their heads in wonder…
Anyone that thinks the left isn’t out to get us, REALLY needs to take off the rose colored glasses, and get a reality check…
Gonna be offline for a couple of days, minor surgery to fix the ongoing knee problems.
Go read the folks on the sidebar, and I’ll get an update up as soon as I can coherently put thoughts together.
PP has flown in to boss me around (again)… Sigh…
The war started in the 7th century and lasted through the 17th. I would contend it never stopped but historically the facts below are correct. This is why I choke when I hear someone say we will defeat or contain these Islamic terrorists in a few years or even 30 years as recently stated by Leon Panetta.
If the latest batch of murders, beheadings, and killing of innocent Christians has shocked you, maybe you should read this compilation of historical facts about the hatred of Muslims.
WE, THE STUPID
This is all factually (and historically) correct – and verifiable:
…this crap has been going on for 1,400 years and half of the politicians don’t even know it.
Reflecting:
A lot of Americans have become so insulated from reality that they imagine that America can suffer defeat without any inconvenience to themselves.
No, I really don’t see a pattern here to justify profiling, do you?
So, to ensure we Americans never offend anyone, particularly fanatics intent on killing us, political correctness mandates we will no longer be allowed to profile certain people.
So, ask yourself “Just how stupid are we???”
h/t JP
The usual suspects made their appearance(s), at the WV shoot, sadly some of the regulars were unable to attend due to sickness, family or school obligations. Y’all were missed!!!
Old school vs. new school… SP-1 vs. Jay G‘s custom build that he did!
Turning $$ into smoke and noise… One bullet at a time, 100 yard range… Steels were shot, fun was had, and I didn’t get any pics of the holes put in the steel by the Barrett M-82, but DAYUM that thing is loud!
I’m almost embarrassed to post this target, but this is what happens when one doesn’t practice… sigh… 10 yards, 1/4 size target. I was all over the place…
Note to self- Get to the @#$R&$ range!!!
And as always, we adjourned for food and conversation… Which went everywhere… 🙂
Thanks to Murph for the hosting, and we raised a little over $600 for charity today. His pics and report are HERE!
Funniest thing (to me), Larry the Historian (who owns the Barrett), shooting my tricked out suppressed .22 with subsonic ammo… He was giggling like a little kid as he dinged the steel at 100 yards and the ding was louder than the rifle… 🙂
Now the cleaning starts… sigh…
Y’all stay safe, and shoot ’em good!
Who knows, Maybe Murph got this one finished… 🙂
First up- Pravda has an interesting take on Trump- HERE
And Marcus Luttrell in the new NRA ad, HERE
Feel good stories of bad guys getting their just desserts thanks to good guys AND girls! HERE
And one more video… 100 years of Parris Island… If you ever wondered what Marine Corps boot camp looks like…
Parris Island: Cradle of the Corps from David W. Miller on Vimeo.
And one from Peter at Bayou Renaissance Man, HERE a quiet hero…
For those planning to attend the NRAAM, DaddyBear has a list of hotels, HERE!
And the ending of an era… ASW patrol planes have been based in Hawaii since the 1930s… That will end in 2017… HERE