I'm finally feeling like myself again, more or less. I turn 67 in three days so I guess I should be happy that I'm still on this side of the dirt. LOL.
Congratulations on making it to 67. All the best.
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I'm finally feeling like myself again, more or less. I turn 67 in three days so I guess I should be happy that I'm still on this side of the dirt. LOL.
Thanks, but I didn't make it yet. I'm one of those "one day at a time" guys.Congratulations on making it to 67. All the best.
Thanks, but I didn't make it yet. I'm one of those "one day at a time" guys.
Mr. Beans is growing wise. Horribly tonight, I misplaced my tiny wire strippers when a twanger friend came looking for my soldering iron . Did I simply pull out a razor and quickly fix the problem? Hell no! Instead of slitting his throat I made him help me find the lost tool. Then: I'd promised him an old exploded headphone amp; so, I go looking for all the parts to that...The nice thing about putting things in storage is that you can revisit them when you have the time.
My problem is that I know that I have things stashed away but I can't always remember where. Especially certain things I put in a safe place and then can't for the life of me recall where I put them. This happened two days ago with some high end machined PTFE tube sockets. I went through just about every storage area before I found them. At least in the short term, I'll remember where everything else it.
That's how life is. I figure that your brain only has room to cache what is relatively current. The rest of the information goes into different levels of storage, but it takes longer to fetch it based on how deep it is placed. Some deep memories are compressed and require queues or keys to reconstruct. But they don't always come back they way they went in. The house that you grew up in always seems smaller when you revisit it after a long time. Much like lossy digital formats.
Sorry you lost your dentures. I hope you found them so you can strip wire and eat corn again!I misplaced my tiny wire strippers
Corn also goes well with Korn.I like my corn while listening to Clapton, Baker, Bruce...
You know-Creamed
By Bob, I have had most all those test at a nearby University Hospital, too... Crazy wacky stuff... Conspiracy of human testing? The damn MRI had me afraid I would go clausto but I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping in a sleeping bag NEXT TO A CRANE SITE. They are determined to find something physically wrong with my stomach/brain, but they keep failing. I keep a print out in a folder now for them... from here:Well, I am catching up on this thread as I feel I need some grumpy company. I am on a path where the medical establishment starts snipping off bits until they find out what it is that keeps me alive. This starts by removal of my right kidney in January. The gall bladder problems I experienced were a result of a growth in the kidney that presses toward my liver. I've been a regular visitor to the nearby University Hospital, having had US, MRI, CT, and another CT coming up next week. Today I got a drip of iron right into my vein so I am supposed to feel like Iron Man. But I am just tired and grumpy... starting to feel old, too.
Discovered opiates?