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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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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.
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...

I can still remember the first time my cousin and I discovered the Playboy/Penthouse's that were "hid" in the garage apartment that Uncle Ern would give up to us boys every Christmas at Mimi and Papa's... we were 8 years old, and I was astonished (IMPRINT).
What did I eat for breakfast yesterday?
f n o r d !
 
Wait a minute... are ya'll talking about breakfast? You people are kinda sick and delicious... of course, grits ain't nothing but ground corn...
Now, I remember I ate a boiled egg this morning... but yesterday morning? Yesterday, I could have remembered what I had on that day for breakfast when I posted... damnit its on the tip of my frontal lobe... (50 seconds later) ! trick question: I slept until noon; awakened and fried up a burger.
Just got back from guru's mom's house... bbq pork steaks, potato salad, garlic bread and I brought home grown heirloom green tomatoes (4 varieties) and fried them up.
I am home and fat,
f n o r d !
 
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.
 
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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.
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:
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shout out for all the pukers out there!:thumbsup:... but Surprise the doctors know better than me and order more tests.
hang in there Mr. Rust Preacher and remember you're a human being goddamnit!
 
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Hey Rusty, a gal at work just had a part or whole kidney taken out and was home in a couple days. I haven't heard if she got part or all taken out, just asked if how she was and they said she did great. I had my prostate taken out with a doctor operated robot, and got out the next day. I got a row of scars on my belly looking like I got strafed by a machine gun. Asked the doc to make "*" shaped scars like bullet holes. No go. I had to convert my black ops in the Philippines to a shrapnel story, but still good... I saved a baby if a chick asks. One scar smiles when I laugh and it makes my wife laugh. Then I laugh more and she laughs more. Anyway, the worst part was where you are now, the wait. Well, no, the worst part was when I rolled over and kicked my catheter tube. That will make you go to church.
 
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