Blaze & Daze

I never much appreciated my parent's generation calling mine slackers.
Personally, all the young adults I know work harder than most of my peers, age wise. And they are still figuring out who they are,
I think as we get older we have forgotten how big and daunting the world is. We find a boring, safe groove, and it wears away some of the grit we felt accumulating experience.

Our softness educates our palates to enjoy the bitter a little more, since it is in abundance. We claim the sweetness of youth is now cloying to us, perhaps because we don't have the energy or will to reach for that fruit. An apple that sits very very high, on very thin branches.
Branches our amble derrieres would snap.

Every generation has claimed the one that is to inherit tomorrow is too this or that.
Every generation has claimed to know best.
Every generation has grabbed and squandered more resources for pettier and pettier reasons.
Every generation has claimed their parents were horrible teachers.
Every generation was right about that last claim.

Their music does suck, but that is the fault of corporate music interests. It only sucks more to me because I am not familiar with it.
Stick it on the radio in my formative years and I am sure I would have eaten it up.
One day they will also be playing casinos and riverboats for moms and dads cosplaying when they were "with it."

For the TLDR crowd

 
I should still be in bed, but somehow I have had my first cup of coffee and a quarter of a doink.

Half open eyes, I am daydreaming about bringing bubble hash to the Okie masses, despite lacking capital and experience making the stuff I recently have fallen head over heels for. Never see the stuff in dispos.

Much more enticing than the day to day tech hell I have signed up for.

Fun fact, the word Capybara is derived from the Tupi word ka'apiûara, meaning "grass-eater."

All praise the one true grass eater. May the Sacred Capybara keep your stash full and perfectly cured.
 
O here I go again a new pain clinic how to twisted is it that I'm sitting here hoping they're going to shove a needle in my spine to take care of my hip pain wifey talked to them on the phone they said that I would have to be 30 days clean of thc before they would give me pain pills lol what a pain in the ass I Don't want your pills GRRR
We have different methodology on how we distribute pain killers. My friend the judge's doctor gives him Percocet like it's candy. Meanwhile my wife who is in terrible back and hip pain gets Tylenol and is told to exercise.
 
That's too much to think about this early. You just made my head hurt.
At least it wasn't German! :D

"The longest officially recognized German word is "Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz", with 63 letters. It translates to "Beef labeling supervision duties delegation law". While no longer in official use due to changes in EU regulations, it's a famous example of German's ability to form long compound words."
 
At least it wasn't German! :D

"The longest officially recognized German word is "Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz", with 63 letters. It translates to "Beef labeling supervision duties delegation law". While no longer in official use due to changes in EU regulations, it's a famous example of German's ability to form long compound words."
They just had to get around our supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
 
We have different methodology on how we distribute pain killers. My friend the judge's doctor gives him Percocet like it's candy. Meanwhile my wife who is in terrible back and hip pain gets Tylenol and is told to exercise.
Misogyny in medicine. It's heart rending. My aunt died from it. She went into the ER with a heart attack and instead of doing an EKG or drawing blood, or giving her some morphine, they sent her home. She died, at home, before the day was over.

If she was my wife :) (I've come to the conclusion I need a good wife so I'm taking applications) she needs to get an MRI (3T) machine so they can really see the damage. Then she needs to go see an anesthesiologist who is a specialist in pain control and I'm sorry. My son is wrestling with back pain. It's brutal right now. He moved to Brazil for some better treatment options. Which is very tough for me to say.
 
As soon as I was able to to take aspirin again after my back surgery I kicked the Norco pills to the side. I could have gotten a refill but chose not to.
In my experience 'codones are way too addicting, have a really large euphoric side effect with poor pain relief. I've always went with Codeine or Morphine for pain. I rarely used the synthetics. But for acute pain we need a good opiate with low levels of psychological euphoria and those two fit the bill admirably. However THC for neuropathic pain and CBD for inflammation have really offered promise.
 
As soon as I was able to to take aspirin again after my back surgery I kicked the Norco pills to the side. I could have gotten a refill but chose not to.

Always go for the refill, then just sell them to some grade school kids. They are all too eager to spend their lunch money on thrills ime.
 
Misogyny in medicine. It's heart rending. My aunt died from it. She went into the ER with a heart attack and instead of doing an EKG or drawing blood, or giving her some morphine, they sent her home. She died, at home, before the day was over.

If she was my wife :) (I've come to the conclusion I need a good wife so I'm taking applications) she needs to get an MRI (3T) machine so they can really see the damage. Then she needs to go see an anesthesiologist who is a specialist in pain control and I'm sorry. My son is wrestling with back pain. It's brutal right now. He moved to Brazil for some better treatment options. Which is very tough for me to say.
She had an MRI. She has a small crack on her hip bone and of course bad arthritis. Kidney problems means no nsaids. PT and Tylenol is what they prescribed. Which she does. Can't have 70 year old women turning into junkies can we?
 
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