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Post by oh oooh on May 7, 2024 22:36:04 GMT
Just had my first POPEYES. It wasn't very good. NOT VEGAN
Seriously, though, John, have you ever had an exceptional or even good fried chicken? Too late for me now of course, since I embraced vegetarianism, but I never did. Isn't this place just a KFC with a different 'secret formula'? Not that I ever in my life ate anything from a KFC.
I really like 'original recipe chicken' - even now. Three portions and mashed potatoes and gravy. If you can get it.
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Post by Stacy Heydon on May 8, 2024 12:28:39 GMT
Cheers John. Not what I was expecting (I was expecting Loetz or something like that), these are more like glass installations, but they certainly have the impressive wow factor.
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Post by oh oooh on May 8, 2024 12:35:42 GMT
Oh there was a lot more, lots of vases, sculptures.... I only took photos of the bigger things.
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Post by sloopjohnc on May 10, 2024 14:35:48 GMT
I'm glad you posted all you did, Ray. I like you a lot - who wouldn't?
I'm going to be 63 next month. That may not seem old, but I keep going back to last Summer when I tried shooting around on the basketball court one weekend. I couldn't jump. I could never really jump that high, but I couldn't jump at all. I bought a jump rope - I used to jump rope every day - and couldn't do that either. It was frustrating and depressing.
I walk four and a half, five miles a day, and that's about as much as I can muster. Before the pandemic, I was running three miles a night on the treadmill in my apartment's gym, doing weights, crunches, but then they shut that down with the public health crisis. I still do push ups and crunches every morning and ride a stationary bike. A few years ago, I started lap swimming, but then it got to be winter and I never went back.
My kids tell me to take better care of myself, they're especially cognizant after their mom died a couple years ago. I listen, but don't really do it.
I feel okay and I'm mobile, but I can feel getting older, incrementally all the time.
I hope things turn around a bit for you, Ray.
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Post by Charlie O. on May 14, 2024 4:42:23 GMT
Well, not that I'm trying to one-up Ray or anything, but Friday night I tripped over something and broke my ankle. I called 911 (US equivalent of 999), some good folks came and picked me up off the ground and took me to the nearest emergency room, where they did some x-rays, put me in a bulky temporary splint, gave me a pair of crutches (but not the time to get used to them - I've had to use them before, but that was at least fifteen years and many pounds ago), stuffed me in a cab and sent me home.
In desperation, I called my eldest brother and his wife early the next morning, and they were fortunately able to come fetch me and bring me down to their place, about 2½ hours southeast of mine. I'm glad they could, because I didn't really have a viable Plan B. I know this isn't what they would prefer to be doing, but they're incredibly generous and loving people (they're already housing the wife's elderly mother, who is nice enough to me but has been an utter pill to everyone in her own family for as long as she's had one). AND they had a wheelchair available, which I fell out of this evening while trying to get out of it without setting the brakes first (necessitating another 911 call to get me up - those folks are very good at that sort of thing).
I'm still getting used to the crutches (it's getting better), and the wheelchair, obviously, and just to all the usual changes in daily routine that one would expect (or not) in such a situation. I have an appointment with an orthopedic doctor on Friday (the earliest I could get in); I'm expecting there will be surgery, then a cast or boot or something. Don't have any idea how long it'll be before I'm healed.
I should mention too that the folks at work have been great - especially considering that one of my bosses left town the day before this happened to play nursemaid to his estranged wife, who's had some surgery on her leg (!), and to take care of their kids, and won't be back 'til sometime late next week. We don't have a huge staff, and it's been crazy busy lately, so I hope they don't all hate me by the time I get back!
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Post by oh oooh on May 14, 2024 10:08:28 GMT
Sorry to hear this, Charlie. A broken ankle sounds painful - hope you're up and about again soon. Meanwhile enjoy (as much as possible under the circumstances) being looked after!
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Post by Half Machine Lipschitz on May 14, 2024 10:40:33 GMT
Lousy news, Charlie. I hope your recovery is swift and easy.
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Post by DarknessFish on May 14, 2024 12:08:34 GMT
On the plus side, is there any chance of creating the first Preludin Paralympics? I think a transatlantic 100m between Charlie and Ray will be a proper crowd-puller.
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Post by fearlessfreap on May 14, 2024 13:24:13 GMT
Jesus that sucks. You have a far better attitude than I do about these things, I would be making everyone's life a living hell until they put me on an ice floe.
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Post by rayge on May 14, 2024 13:34:46 GMT
Charlie's injury sounds much worse than mine. At least I can walk, albeit raggedly and about half my normal 4mph pace.
I'll probably find out on Friday, when I have a physio's appointment, if I can ever run (assuming, at my age, I'd even want to) or climb a ladder again (although the latter is a bit of a blessing, given my tendency to acrophobia). Carol Belle Lettre's husband had the same injury as me, which was repaired by surgery and six weeks in a boot, but I'm not sure, given my age, that it will be recommended for me, not how long I will have to wait for what is effectively elective surgery. The only time I've been an in-patient at a hospital was in 1960, when I was mis-diagnosed with a grumbling appendix and had a perfectly pink and healthy one removed.
In the meantime, hope you make a full recovery, Charlie.
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Post by DayoRemix on May 14, 2024 16:19:25 GMT
Damn..
The typical recovery time without surgery is Four to six months with this type of Achilles injury.Being this happened four weeks ago, they should have had you in a "Walking Boot" and/or crutches for the first few weeks, icing the area, possibly some pain meds and rest. Weight bearing exercises to strengthen the tendon and other physical therapy will be the next step. Keep up with the exercises/physical therapy and things will get better! Doubt, with your age and activity level, they would go for a surgical option. If they did, there are non-invasive procedures available.
As far as that ankle goes, Charlie, that's a tough break (Pardon the pun). A clean break of the fibula or tibia shouldn't require surgery, unless you also cracked a tarsus. They should have already given you a cast and in a "Walking Boot". If so, they will keep you in it and allow you to heal. You'll get used to walking in it and not needing the crutches as much.
Heal well, guys..
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Post by rayge on May 14, 2024 16:48:15 GMT
The typical recovery time without surgery is Four to six months with this type of Achilles injury.Being this happened four weeks ago, they should have had you in a "Walking Boot" and/or crutches for the first few weeks, icing the area, possibly some pain meds and rest. Weight bearing exercises to strengthen the tendon and other physical therapy will be the next step. Keep up with the exercises/physical therapy and things will get better! Doubt, with your age and activity level, they would go for a surgical option. If they did, there are non-invasive procedures available. Well, I did go into A&E three days after it happened and they did offer me the boot or a cast, but told me it would have to be on six weeks, and would have to keep it on all the time, including in bed and in the shower. Knowing that I was due to go to France (not a holiday, not postponable, absolutely vital that I go) five and a half weeks from then and having serious mental issues - related to neuro-divergence and claustrophobia - with any form of physical restriction, I turned it down. I also had it in the back of my mind that I had recovered from an achilles injury to the other leg ten years ago without any medical intervention - although I guess that was a tear rather than a rupture.
I'm not sure what you mean about my activity level - I garden, walk at speed for three or four miles a day, play Frisbee when I can find a partner, swim when I get the chance, and am easily the most active septuagenarian I know. If my mother's experience is anything to go by, can look forward to another ten years or so of active life.
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Post by Sneelock on May 14, 2024 17:25:51 GMT
I'm 66. I am not an active fellow. we are dealing with end of life issues with a loved one and that's hard enough all by itself. I think I'm in an ACTIVE state of denial about the feeling that this is all a Preview of coming attractions.
staying upbeat & putting my best foot forward might not be my first reaction in most situations but it's a close second. when things settle down I'll need to have a little talk with myself and see how I REALLY feel about all this stuff.
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Post by Charlie O. on May 14, 2024 20:19:37 GMT
As far as that ankle goes, Charlie, that's a tough break (Pardon the pun). A clean break of the fibula or tibia shouldn't require surgery, unless you also cracked a tarsus. I don't remember which bone they said had fractured, but the x-ray also suggested some torn ligament, so maybe that's what the talk of surgery was about, I dunno. This is new territory for me.
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Post by sloopjohnc on May 15, 2024 1:15:06 GMT
Well, not that I'm trying to one-up Ray or anything, but Friday night I tripped over something and broke my ankle. I called 911 (US equivalent of 999), some good folks came and picked me up off the ground and took me to the nearest emergency room, where they did some x-rays, put me in a bulky temporary splint, gave me a pair of crutches (but not the time to get used to them - I've had to use them before, but that was at least fifteen years and many pounds ago), stuffed me in a cab and sent me home. In desperation, I called my eldest brother and his wife early the next morning, and they were fortunately able to come fetch me and bring me down to their place, about 2½ hours southeast of mine. I'm glad they could, because I didn't really have a viable Plan B. I know this isn't what they would prefer to be doing, but they're incredibly generous and loving people (they're already housing the wife's elderly mother, who is nice enough to me but has been an utter pill to everyone in her own family for as long as she's had one). AND they had a wheelchair available, which I fell out of this evening while trying to get out of it without setting the brakes first (necessitating another 911 call to get me up - those folks are very good at that sort of thing). I'm still getting used to the crutches (it's getting better), and the wheelchair, obviously, and just to all the usual changes in daily routine that one would expect (or not) in such a situation. I have an appointment with an orthopedic doctor on Friday (the earliest I could get in); I'm expecting there will be surgery, then a cast or boot or something. Don't have any idea how long it'll be before I'm healed. I should mention too that the folks at work have been great - especially considering that one of my bosses left town the day before this happened to play nursemaid to his estranged wife, who's had some surgery on her leg (!), and to take care of their kids, and won't be back 'til sometime late next week. We don't have a huge staff, and it's been crazy busy lately, so I hope they don't all hate me by the time I get back! Holy moly. I wish I could sign your cast.
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