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Old 01-12-2011, 08:34 PM   #4441
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Keith,

One of the reasons this thread is so successful is because you do not drone. Yes, you accomplish much with relatively few words, and I find the meditative and thoughtful vibe you have worked hard to establish here to be very refreshing. (And, of course, the pictures of your progress are worth 1,000-words a piece.)

I enjoy checking in and tracking your progress.

You have inspired me to tackle a very ambitious project at my house--pictures of which I will get around to posting someday soon. Maybe I will start my own project showcase thread!

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I've been following this thread for a long time and now find myself in Coco withdrawal. Hope all is well Keith.

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Keith, have been away from the 'thread' for awhile, and when I 'tuned' in today...I was 'lost', so put some 'junk' upthere, to assuage DD, but is there something I am 'Missing', that is not good for Shu??????

Nice "January/ Spring"...eh? Have been collecting 'BIG JUICY' worms off of the road out front of house, and 'they' don't usually come here until ..."april"!!! I am gonna try and 'create' a good "environment' for them to live in, and ...yes...would love to 'hear' how to make them...."happy'!!! List members????
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Check this out guys and gals.
Here is a ten-year summary of the ISS (International Space Station). This is really fairly amazing stuff. I had no idea all of that was going on up there.

Coco could probably tell us where to find that thing with a telescope. I wonder if you could see it?

http://i.usatoday.net/tech/graphics/...line/flash.htm
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While there seems to be a break in the action around here I’ll offer a little autobiography traversing my past few weeks. I hope Keith doesn’t mind.

It seems that in the middle of the night, I woke up coughing my butt off, so naturally I took a little cough medicine. By the next evening the coughing had only gotten worse. This cough medicine, the cherry flavored type, contained a little codeine. What’s wrong with that? In this case more is gooder, right?

Well during the second night, and as the cough continued I developed the hic-cups. Have you ever tried to sleep while experiencing unrelenting hic-cups? I can tell you it can’t be done. I held my breath, I gulped high quantities of air, I drank a glass of water upside down, I ate raw sugar a teaspoonful at a time, I drizzled white vinegar on the back of my tongue, I drank baking soda with warm water, I respirated into a brown paper bag, I tickled the back of my throat with a pencil. That gagged me of course. Nothing I tried worked.

OK, so, bright and early the next morning I’m off to see my doctor. I complained about the industrial strength cough but more so the stinking hic-cupping. He at first laughed at me and told me to just hold my breath. Yeah right! Been there done that!

He offered up no other solution for my hic-cups but did write a prescription for more of that cherry flavored cough syrup; in fact I could have had it with a grape flavor if I wanted.

By now my entire body was sore from head to toe from coughing and hic-cupping. For a while the hic-cups did subside but when I would cough they would reemerge. This time around the hic-cups were in multiple fashions. Every time I would hic-cup there would be four or five of them little bastards one right after the other and this would happen about four or five times per minute.

So it’s back to the doctor. This time he began doing all kinds of tests. Not the least of which was an EKG. How the hell he thought he was going to get a reliable EKG with me hic-cupping like a machine gun is beyond me.

So now he thinks I have a heart arrhythmia. Are ya kiddin’ me???

He sends me to the hospital that afternoon for some more testing. OK, I’m good with that! I would have agreed to almost anything. I get to the hospital, check in to the lab, and along comes a nurse to take me to my room. ROOM! WHAT ROOM? I’m just here for tests. That’s when she tells me I’m going to spend the night. Get in this wheel chair and I’ll take you to your room Mr. Cline. HOLY CRAP!!!

So we get on the elevator and she pushes the floor-button that says ICU. Just to be sure I kept my mouth shut until we rolled up to the ICU. Sure enough! ICU it was. At this point she tells me not to be alarmed but that the hospital is full and this is the only space available for now, besides this room contains all of the telemetry they will require. TELEMETRY? I DON’T NEED ANY STINKING TELEMETRY!!!

By now I’m beginning to wonder what the hell is going on. ICU, TELEMETRY, WHEELCHAIR?

She gives me this gown to put on. OK, I’m in the hospital, I’m suffering from some unknown disease from God only knows where, I have no idea what the hell is happening to me, and she wants me to wear that gown. NOT GONNA HAPPEN IN A THOUSAND YEARS. Did you know, if you insist loud enough they can actually come up with real live pajamas ensamble for you? Well by God they can!

OK, I’m in my jammies, they start poking needles in my arms and Scotch-taping things to me hairy body and here comes the lady from The Nutrition Department. She brings enough menus for me to fill out for three days. THREE DAYS? OK THAT’S ALL! I told her there must be some mistake and that I was only going to be there one night. As she walked away she looked back in my direction and said “We’ll see about that”.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to biitch at that many people while having the hic-cups? They just don’t take you seriously.

Finally I get settled in for the night. I have my jammies, I have my TV, I have my ice water, I have my arms tethered with plastic hoses to the bed rails, and my chest hairs have been glued to about seven wires all of different colors. This must me the telemetry they were talking about. The good news is the hic-cups have again subsided. It seems that one of those little hoses contains the wonder drug that is going to allow me to sleep the night away while keeping the hic-cups at bay. And after all of this, I’m ready to settle in for a good night’s sleep. Yeah Right! Every two hours those little cutie nurses need to do something to me. EVERY TWO FRIGGING HOURS! Hell I was better off with the hic-cups maybe!

Well the next day it was an early breakfast then road trips. First to the lab, then to X-ray, then back to my room for a little R&R and lunch, then it’s off to take a ride through that tunnel thingy machine all the TV doctor programs are so fond of, then another machine wanted to scan my innards, then more R&R, then another road trip.

Finally the sun was setting and it was time to eat again.

After devouring another delicious meal that must have been concocted somewhere in the Twilight Zone I’m finally settled-in for the evening when along comes the cutest nurse yet. Shift-changes always seem to bring promise. Mr. Cline I have to prep you for in the morning she tells me. Well damn, I guess I am going to be here a few days. I had no idea what she meant by “prep me” but it was OK with me, I was so beat up by then I would have agreed to almost anything. It seems that I was being prepped for a heart catheterization. A WHAT? ARE YOU PEOPLE NUTS? I DON’T NEED NO STINKING HEART NOTHIN’. I like my heart right where it is.

I won’t go into the details of this preparation process but I can tell you it involved a razor and some warm shaving lather. In fact, when she was done I had seriously considered asking her father for her hand in marriage.

Slept like a baby!

Next morning before the roosters crowed I found myself in some ice cold surgery suite somewhere. There were bells, whistles, lights, machines, buzzers, a public address system and a control-booth. OK, now that was the scary part. That damned control booth made me just a little nervous. This glass-walled room reminded me of those weigh-stations you see along the Interstates where they weigh those eighteen wheelers. Everyone was masked. And everyone was wearing a microphone piped into the public address system, accept me. Each time someone spoke you could hear it coming over the PA. It was really kind of neat. I couldn’t see the people behind the glass but I could tell there were about four of them in that booth. I also had another four (at least) on the floor with me.

As the procedure began I could see at least three TV monitors and Judge Judy wasn’t on any of them. They zonked me out only about seventy-five percent so I could talk to them and still allow them to have their way with me. I was able to see the entire process on the monitors. It was amazing. When all was said and done the doctors seemed to be surprised that they hadn’t found arteries clogged with cholesterol or blood clots. In fact there was nothing, and I’m a McDonald’s customer. I passed with flying colors for some reason.

Now that I’m home and can view the harvest down below I’m just a little embarrassed at how far the nurse went with her “prep”. I wonder if I should call her dad now?
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Check this out guys and gals.
Here is a ten-year summary of the ISS (International Space Station). This is really fairly amazing stuff. I had no idea all of that was going on up there.

Coco could probably tell us where to find that thing with a telescope. I wonder if you could see it?

http://i.usatoday.net/tech/graphics/...line/flash.htm
I thought the space station was larger than that for some reason, that was neat watching all the different parts come together.
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While there seems to be a break in the action around here Iíll offer a little autobiography traversing my past few weeks. I hope Keith doesnít mind.

It seems that in the middle of the night, I woke up coughing my butt off, so naturally I took a little cough medicine. By the next evening the coughing had only gotten worse. This cough medicine, the cherry flavored type, contained a little codeine. Whatís wrong with that? In this case more is gooder, right?

Well during the second night, and as the cough continued I developed the hic-cups. Have you ever tried to sleep while experiencing unrelenting hic-cups? I can tell you it canít be done. I held my breath, I gulped high quantities of air, I drank a glass of water upside down, I ate raw sugar a teaspoonful at a time, I drizzled white vinegar on the back of my tongue, I drank baking soda with warm water, I respirated into a brown paper bag, I tickled the back of my throat with a pencil. That gagged me of course. Nothing I tried worked.

OK, so, bright and early the next morning Iím off to see my doctor. I complained about the industrial strength cough but more so the stinking hic-cupping. He at first laughed at me and told me to just hold my breath. Yeah right! Been there done that!

He offered up no other solution for my hic-cups but did write a prescription for more of that cherry flavored cough syrup; in fact I could have had it with a grape flavor if I wanted.

By now my entire body was sore from head to toe from coughing and hic-cupping. For a while the hic-cups did subside but when I would cough they would reemerge. This time around the hic-cups were in multiple fashions. Every time I would hic-cup there would be four or five of them little bastards one right after the other and this would happen about four or five times per minute.

So itís back to the doctor. This time he began doing all kinds of tests. Not the least of which was an EKG. How the hell he thought he was going to get a reliable EKG with me hic-cupping like a machine gun is beyond me.

So now he thinks I have a heart arrhythmia. Are ya kiddiní me???

He sends me to the hospital that afternoon for some more testing. OK, Iím good with that! I would have agreed to almost anything. I get to the hospital, check in to the lab, and along comes a nurse to take me to my room. ROOM! WHAT ROOM? Iím just here for tests. Thatís when she tells me Iím going to spend the night. Get in this wheel chair and Iíll take you to your room Mr. Cline. HOLY CRAP!!!

So we get on the elevator and she pushes the floor-button that says ICU. Just to be sure I kept my mouth shut until we rolled up to the ICU. Sure enough! ICU it was. At this point she tells me not to be alarmed but that the hospital is full and this is the only space available for now, besides this room contains all of the telemetry they will require. TELEMETRY? I DONíT NEED ANY STINKING TELEMETRY!!!

By now Iím beginning to wonder what the hell is going on. ICU, TELEMETRY, WHEELCHAIR?

She gives me this gown to put on. OK, Iím in the hospital, Iím suffering from some unknown disease from God only knows where, I have no idea what the hell is happening to me, and she wants me to wear that gown. NOT GONNA HAPPEN IN A THOUSAND YEARS. Did you know, if you insist loud enough they can actually come up with real live pajamas ensamble for you? Well by God they can!

OK, Iím in my jammies, they start poking needles in my arms and Scotch-taping things to me hairy body and here comes the lady from The Nutrition Department. She brings enough menus for me to fill out for three days. THREE DAYS? OK THATíS ALL! I told her there must be some mistake and that I was only going to be there one night. As she walked away she looked back in my direction and said ďWeíll see about thatĒ.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to biitch at that many people while having the hic-cups? They just donít take you seriously.

Finally I get settled in for the night. I have my jammies, I have my TV, I have my ice water, I have my arms tethered with plastic hoses to the bed rails, and my chest hairs have been glued to about seven wires all of different colors. This must me the telemetry they were talking about. The good news is the hic-cups have again subsided. It seems that one of those little hoses contains the wonder drug that is going to allow me to sleep the night away while keeping the hic-cups at bay. And after all of this, Iím ready to settle in for a good nightís sleep. Yeah Right! Every two hours those little cutie nurses need to do something to me. EVERY TWO FRIGGING HOURS! Hell I was better off with the hic-cups maybe!

Well the next day it was an early breakfast then road trips. First to the lab, then to X-ray, then back to my room for a little R&R and lunch, then itís off to take a ride through that tunnel thingy machine all the TV doctor programs are so fond of, then another machine wanted to scan my innards, then more R&R, then another road trip.

Finally the sun was setting and it was time to eat again.

After devouring another delicious meal that must have been concocted somewhere in the Twilight Zone Iím finally settled-in for the evening when along comes the cutest nurse yet. Shift-changes always seem to bring promise. Mr. Cline I have to prep you for in the morning she tells me. Well damn, I guess I am going to be here a few days. I had no idea what she meant by ďprep meĒ but it was OK with me, I was so beat up by then I would have agreed to almost anything. It seems that I was being prepped for a heart catheterization. A WHAT? ARE YOU PEOPLE NUTS? I DONíT NEED NO STINKING HEART NOTHINí. I like my heart right where it is.

I wonít go into the details of this preparation process but I can tell you it involved a razor and some warm shaving lather. In fact, when she was done I had seriously considered asking her father for her hand in marriage.

Slept like a baby!

Next morning before the roosters crowed I found myself in some ice cold surgery suite somewhere. There were bells, whistles, lights, machines, buzzers, a public address system and a control-booth. OK, now that was the scary part. That damned control booth made me just a little nervous. This glass-walled room reminded me of those weigh-stations you see along the Interstates where they weigh those eighteen wheelers. Everyone was masked. And everyone was wearing a microphone piped into the public address system, accept me. Each time someone spoke you could hear it coming over the PA. It was really kind of neat. I couldnít see the people behind the glass but I could tell there were about four of them in that booth. I also had another four (at least) on the floor with me.

As the procedure began I could see at least three TV monitors and Judge Judy wasnít on any of them. They zonked me out only about seventy-five percent so I could talk to them and still allow them to have their way with me. I was able to see the entire process on the monitors. It was amazing. When all was said and done the doctors seemed to be surprised that they hadnít found arteries clogged with cholesterol or blood clots. In fact there was nothing, and Iím a McDonaldís customer. I passed with flying colors for some reason.

Now that Iím home and can view the harvest down below Iím just a little embarrassed at how far the nurse went with her ďprepĒ. I wonder if I should call her dad now?
Well, did they tell you why the hic-cups? That was funny as the dickens but it probably wasn't for you.
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Bud, I never would have expected to laugh so hard at someone's misfortune. But you told this in such a colorful, humorous way that I'm sure we all got a kick out of it.

On the other hand, I hope everything is back to normal and you're feeling 100% better. Oh, and I hope you have good insurance .

Did you ever get an explanation as to what was causing the hic-cups?

Let us know how the dad responds if you do make that call.
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I am s-o-o-o-o-o happy and here's why: Get a glimpse of Hastings Nebraska.



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Heck, even the cows in that video look happy.
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We are sooooo happy that you are happy Bud, that does look like a really nice place to live, kinda flat but pretty. Around here the tractors have short wheels on one side and tall wheels on the other.
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"Kinda Flat???"

Around here the only low spots are the lake bottoms and the pot hole bottoms, some of which I swear are bottomless.

The high spots are the cows heads.

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