Brian:

When you replied to my story about the guy from South Africa, you inserted my post, right? When I read it, the part where I wrote "So he says: Pick out a restaurant", well that was changed to this:

"So he says: "pfarenheit."


Brian, how did the word pfarenheit get into that sentence? You couldn't have inserted it, because it's actually a word for word copy of my post, ...except the words "pfarenheit"

How the heck did this happen? Maybe something with the html coding?
Just curious..

Mel

Cyclelops:

Here's the definition of Third World Countries

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_World

Melody

HI Cyclecops and Silver Swan,
I know when the barometer pressure is high I get severe headaches till the front blows through. Here in Texas the weather in the spring and fall is very unstable with sea breeze and sea squalls. You never know when they are going to pop up and how long they'll last. My Arthritis is also affected by the weather. It was worse though when I lived in Nebraska and had the very cold winters there. I think it's difficult to find a climate for all our ailments! Have a great Father's Day.......Roxie

Opps for to mention to Cyclopes.......
Thanks for the warning about Lyrica. I usually don't take extra pills beyond the dose the dr. prescibes.....but last night I was in so much pain.....nothing was helping. I finally took half of a Hydrocodone and that finally helped. Today I'm aching but not as bad as last night. Hopefully he won't get worse as the day wears on.....even tho it's raining outside, again! Roxie

It's quite astonishing how rain affects people differently. Yesterday, we had such a downfall, I immediately knew that Alan would be asleep on the bed, and in no pain whatsoever. It was time for him to get up, so I gingerly laid down next to him and he said "wow, my neuropathy is gone, is it raining??"

I replied "it rained so hard, it came through the bottom of the air conditioning, so I unplugged the unit, and wiped the floor"

See, when it's a hard rain like that, it cleans the air. Has something to do with ions. But Alan LOVES it!!! He said 'man, did I get a good sleep".

Oh, he now takes melatonin. Says it helps him sleep longer. The alprazolam gets him to sleep, the melatonin allows him to sleep longer and he gets up better rested.

Me??? I don't need the melatonin. I take my alprazolam and I drift off. Relaxes my whole body. Hey, a person has to sleep!!!!

mel

oh, roxie, I'm sending you an astounding recipe in the pm

I feel much better once it rains, it is beforehand that I feel crummy...I love falling asleep to the rain...I am the nature buff that sent my son serving in Iraq a few years ago, a thunderstorm CD, thinking it would soothe him to sleep at night and remind him of home...(didn't work-thunder sounds like mortar shells landing). He won't let me live it down.

If it is too hot, then I have that anhidrosis problem....and get heat exhaustion...

Then in winter, there isn't enough light...and I don't feel my feet, so I freeze them....

From ALOHA to OOFDA...I can not win.

I prefer tornadoes to hurricanes...The basement suits me fine and I would not leave my home for a shelter that would not accomodate my best friends, my huge dogs...who willingly follow me to the basement in tornado warnings, and breathe hard down my neck.

...however we haven't had any warnings this year...really odd for us. And tornadoes are much worse now, then way back then I fear.

I got to see one, once...in the sky, a skinny little one, white against a dark sky...I was supposed to be in the basement, but I am nosey, and that got the best of me....packed the 4 kids downstairs and they cried as 'pet goat' was not in the little barn...not that it mattered if a tornado hit...'Pet goat' would have been in Michigan or Ontario with his little barn.

I am crazy, but not crazy enough to go out and get 'pet goat' and bring him into the basement with lightning and hail pellets around...goats don't like it inside the house. I don't like goats in the house, and I am not that brave, altho I probably muttered a prayer or two to spare my goat.

'Pet goat' did fine...went in his little barn by himself..probably the small hail prompted him to take shelter....funnel cloud took the shortest route down the freeway about a mile north...sun came out, chased away the rain, and itsy bitsy spider (we have those) went up the spout again...and life went on as usual for the rest of the day.

I didn't hurt bad back then, so didn't think much about barometric pressure.

I will spend out my days here in this climate....I could not deal with the 'wild life' that some members casually describe as 'bats' that sound more like rapterousoaruses to me...
nor with furry spiders the size of your hand that like to share your bed,
large exoskeletal creatures that sting and hide in your shoes....
or anything that gets caught in my hair...
give me ticks..blood thirsty things that they are...they pop nicely when you stomp on them, however, they are a biohazzard I suppose. Those I find, actually go down the toilet...very effective and humane.

It is all about balance....give some, take some...good days....bad days. Tolerance or endurance, either one.

Cyclelops:

You stomp on ticks???

That's all I would have to do!!! go outside and find a bug under my shoe. I'd go bananas. I could never live in a tropical place.

I always wanted to go and live in Tahiti. Then I would think "what kind of bugs are in Tahiti?"

Give me Alaska!! no bugs.

lol
Melody

Mel, i have no idea how that got changed, actually i did see that "pfarenheit " myself after i replied as i glanced over the whole lot and wondered what the heck is that was doing there

HI Cyclopes,
When I saw your post about your Pet Goat.....it brought back many memories of our pet goat "William"....otherwise known as "Bill E. Goat" LOL He had such a personality and we loved him dearly. He was a brown Nubian with the long ears that hung along side of his face. We had him for 5 yrs and then he got sick. My son and I dragged him into the backseat of my old stationwagon. My son pushed his rear and I pulled on his horns and finally got him in the car! Then I drove him 20 miles to the Vet. He said he had some upper respiratory thing and said goats won't eat if they can't smell......so we had to force feed him a concotion of several things. So since it was mid winter in Nebraska with knee deep snow and below zero temps.....we kept him in our kitchen and I sat on the floor all night with Billy and force fed him. He died that next morning, in my lap. It was SO sad! Billy was a Goat among Goats. Sorry.........I guess I'm feeling sad tonight because of this pain and when I saw the goat story it just bought that out in me. Roxie

Oh my Roxie, our 'pet goat' was Cupid. He was born on Valentine's Day. He too, had a ride in the car....When we moved years ago, our last trip was done late on a Saturday nite, (bar time) and we attempted to 'hobble' him, thinking he would not sit in the car, and the ride would be made easier if he just laid down...he would have none of that....we learned, that if we just opened the hatchback, he WOULD sit in there. He sat there, and the expressions of the people that passed us on the freeway were, indeed, priceless. I could see there mouths say, "It's a goat".

We had Cupid for 7 years, and one morning, my husband came in and said,"Cupid woke up dead!" We were heart broken...Cupid, too, was a black Nubian goat, with a wonderful personality.

Cupid was buried with honors on our property.

Speaking of sad, the kitty born on that same property 17 years ago, is quite sick. She has been with us all this time, and unless the vet decides to treat this infection, we will have to have her put to sleep. She has a bone cancer in her sinus, and we have bought her some time, with treating bone infections with antibiotic, but this time, I am thinking it may not be enough.

She has a companion dog, a lab of 14, who is also weak and feeble....I just put a call into the vet today to see what she thinks is best....I don't think I can go thru 2 separately, and would so prefer them to go together. I am facing this by the end of Fall anyway, as our dog is not going thru another brutal winter.

We moved away from that property where Cupid is buried, 13 years ago, and have recently moved back to the area, so we can drive by and still imagine Cupid standing in our former back yard. I can still imagine my now grown children as little ones, scampering around, as well. We are glad to have returned to our kitty's ancestral home too, as we knew she didn't have a lot of time left, and we wanted her to make it 'home'. She has. We have.

I woke up at 4am, with my right leg totally spasmed. I have had problems with my sacrum and it has progressed down the leg....in the mean time there have been 3 changes of primary docs over the years all blowing off this problem to some extent..altho my new one wants to run another spine MRI and I think she will include this sacrum, when she gets the message...neither of the first two doing much regarding this problem. Today, I called my primary, and got a voice mail that they are out of the office and to leave a message, but it cuts out and never gets to the beep....

I can't call my neuro over this, even tho it might be a neuro problem...I asked hubby to palpate it, and he says it feels like my sacrum is almost two inches winder on that side and sticking up more....he said it feels very different than the other side...

I am just going to lay in bed, exactly like a horizontal flamingo, and help myself to whatever meds I feel I can handle....I will attempt to call my primary again later to see if we can get an MRI set up. The meds should be helping, but they are not doing much.

I was supposed to go help to get ready for our Solstice Festival, but given my most comfortable position is the horizontal flamingo, and that I am awaiting a dreaded call from my vet...I will just call this day a wash-tomorrow as well, most likely.

My vet will likely be far more responsive and understanding than the people docs...Vets are not in HMOs or PPOs...they are like the doctor's of olden days, when they had their own practice and cared for their patients...

I need a vet to take care of me!

I am glad my cat and dog, will get such good care, even to the end of their lives, sensitive care for them and for us....

We have sad days in our lives, and that is part of the cycle of life...Both of these pets had wonderful long lives, and fortunately most of the family was here yesterday to visit with them and cuddle them, so if the decision is to let them go, then we all said our goodbyes, will finish the grieving we have already started, and move on, as our pets would have us do if they could tell us that in words. Pets are not people, but sometimes they come darn close, at least in our hearts.

So if you don't hear from me much over the next few days, pardon my seclusion...I will either be stuck in my flamingo position or doing a bit of grieving. I don't want to burden any one on here with anything any more sad...we all have our tough times, and reminding folks of tough times past is just not what most of us need.

I will be back on, when I regain my sense of humor.