You aten't dead. (To paraphrase Granny Weatherwax.)
Happy birthday, no matter where you are, and may you have many happier returns of the day.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at April 23, 2022 06:08 AM (sF8WE)
That's a grim damned milestone indeed. I hope there are happier days ahead!
Posted by: GreyDuck at April 23, 2022 08:23 AM (rKFiU)
One of the lost treasures of my childhood was a lump of opaque black glass with turquoise-blue inclusions. It was a piece of concrete that had melted during the test of a rocket engine.
I hope at this time next year your surroundings will be much more congenial.
Hospital pt5: The One With All The Hoses.
The next day was relatively boring, all things considered... except I was told that lunchtime was going to be the last time I could eat or drink for 24 hours. "Okay," I said, "why?" Tomorrow afternoon the doc you met the previous day is going to do cruel and unusual punishments to your forward naughty bits.
Suddenly all thoughts of what was happening on Law And Order Traffic Division" was totally gone from my brain, replaced by a panicked whining and scurrying rodent. What had been boring had changed to something bigger and more. AREN'T I LUCKY? Surprisingly, sleep came easily that night. Inflatable beds: ask for them by name!
The next morning was a thirsty one. No water for 20 hours can do that to a duck, but it's only uncomfortable. I could manage that easily... hey, where'd all these red flags come from? Once the time came, the medicos slid me easily onto the gurney, thanks to a really slippery sheet that had been placed previously. Clever. The gurney ride to the Operating Room was exciting... new pattern ceiling tiles!... but strangely nobody else seemed to share my energy for the topic. indeed, I suspect the OR Nurse was looking forward to handing me off to the anesthetic specialist, just to shut me up. What can I say, I get chatty when I get nervous.
In the pit lane... yes, the doctor actually called the waiting area for the OR the "pit lane", because of the individual stalls for patient gurneys... they had me sign a consent form. It was a little late for that, to be frank. Then came the moment of truth: the sleepymask was placed over my nose and mouth and I was told to count backwards from 100. I was later informed that I made it all the way to 98 before the lights went out.
And they say that redheads need more knockout juice to work.
I woke up in the same pit stall some unknown amount of time later. Well, "woke up" may be a little overstating things. I was awake, but as has become normal for me and the goodnight juice, I was really quite out of it. In fact, it took a good 36 hours for my right eye to be willing to stay open, a sure sign that I'm sleepy. I checked something... yup, firehose stuck into my lil' ducky. I was then encouraged to give it a try.
Red. 100% firetruck red. If there was urine involved, it had been mugged and left for dead somewhere. Khorne would have been well pleased, for he cares not from where the blood flows, only that it does. Or he would have gone "Dude, ew, no." One of the two. I was actually glad to be groggy still, it probably kept me from freaking out.
Ah the innocence on display, where red was something to worry about.
This went on for a few surreal days until I got a visit from the hospital nutritionist. I explained my reluctance to eat much, he talked about what not to eat when you're on bloodthinners ("Kale. It's literally the worst thing possible. I've never actually MET someone who ate kale, but it's bad."), and what his plans were for the weekend: a race weekend for the FIA World Endurance Championship. Big hospital, small world. We talked a bit about that as you might imagine.
Finally came the day that the catheter was removed. "It won't hurt, just some tugging." They were right, but didn't mention how weird it would feel. "So how was that?" Not bad, just... oh wait... crap! I thought I was about to wet the bed.
Instead, an inch-long thing came out. It was sort of pink and didn't seem to be moving. All I could say was "What the hell is that???" I'm sure my voice was strong and steady, firm without the slightest bit of hysterical gibberish.
The response did nothing to shake me from my strong mental position: "It's a blood clot, just stuff in the tube. Nothing to worry about!" I gave them both a fisheyed stare for a bit and said "Did you ever see the original *Alien* film? Remember the chestburster bit? After it popped out and hissed at everybody, it scrambled across the floor and into the walls. That's how that felt. Without the pain and visible internal organs, though. I think."
The doc eventually came back in, told me everything went without a hitch. I was still in the anesthetic haze, so I may have spoken clearly. I also may have drooled all over myself. Not sure which.
Right. That hurdle passed, hooray!
And then what? Something very strange occurred, and it was nearly as bad as getting a blood clot in my leg.
Next Episode, more zombies!
Also next time, Hospital pt6, The Other One With All The Hoses.
A Word of Advice
If a nurse is holding something medical with intent to apply it to you and she says it isn't going to hurt, do not believe her.
It's going to hurt.
Even without needles.
I've been going through some health issues recently, caused by my infection. Turns out it's a superbug that simply laughs at most antibiotics. Most... but not all. There are a few that will kick it in the teeth, but they're all IVs. After a week long fiascorevRxing the placing of a PICC line that involved three attempts, two failures, a lot of bleeding, and a company losing the facility's business, they finally got one in me.
My arms look like I let a boxer practice on me for a while though.
"a company losing the facility's business"
Oh dear. Uh, congrats on being a catalyst for change?
Hope the PICC crushes the infection.
Posted by: Rick C at March 29, 2022 01:35 PM (oPg+d)
Wait till a doctor ask you what is your pain tolerance is,that is terrifying. Had the old school Hiatal Hernia surgery,more or less cut you in half. Hurt so much my mind still blocks it out. It is an Endoscopic procedure now,lucky kids.
Posted by: Bouff at March 29, 2022 05:43 PM (5VO/0)
By the way,they came through the side between the short ribs not the front/belly.
Posted by: Bouff at March 29, 2022 06:16 PM (5VO/0)
Holy wow, you never want to be the camel's back that breaks the camel's back, because to get a vendor change usually involved either back-room shenanigans or something going SUPER pear-shaped. Ugh, sorry man.
Posted by: GreyDuck at March 30, 2022 08:10 AM (rKFiU)
Fast On The Phone
I can only hope this looks okay when I post it, as this is quickly being dashed off on my phone. As mentioned before, I've made it to Duckford.
Quite honestly, this place looks a bit shabby when compared to its sister in Elgin... the remodel is pending.
The physical rehab room is frankly small. You could fit two or three in Elgin's place and they'd still rattle around. But it's got the equipment I need, the therapists who seem to want to help, and a nice view of Mulford to remind me that I'm finally back in the right city.
On the negative side the portions during meals are smaller here. This may be a blessing as the kitchen staff seems to be populated by high school lunch ladies.
My roommate is the worst I've had since the 2nd one. He has breathing g problems and "shooting pain in (his) legs. His breathing sounds like he's growling. The worst are his explosive yells two or three times a night. Just out of nowhere, suddenly I've got frigging Beetlejuice yelling at the top of his lungs. GREAT way to be woken up, lemme tell ya.
On the other hand, I've managed to stand up. Need assistance, and I was leaning hard on the parallel bars, but I was vertical again. A few times, actually. And we may be able to do away with the embarrassing Hoyer lifts into and out of the wheelchair, thanks to a sit-to-stand machine. It ain't easy, but I can do it.
So there's that, which is good. I promise pt5 of the story is coming soon.
Some Good News?
I haven't slept at night for about five days due to the Unholy Trinity of the jerk across the hallway and his TV at max volume all night, a guy that doesn't understand the concept of a call button and will yell "HALP!" all night, and my roommate who sounds like an Apollo moon rocket when he snores and he snores all night.
The morning headaches are amazing. The breakfasts somewhat less so.
And despite all of that, I have a smile on my face. Why?
I'm going back to Duckford. Not to Pond Central, alas, but I'll at least have the possibility of seeing family and friends. I'm being moved to the Duckford branch of the chain of LTC facilities. And its only a few miles from Pond Central.
Saturday morning is D-Day. This pleases me. A lot.
Any of you watch "reaction videos"? A guy plays a song for the first time (allegedly) and... well, reacts to it. 90% of these are total crap. Another 9% are mostly crap. It's that last 1% that has a chance of being watchable.
I've been listening to a lot of loud, fast music just to keep me interested during my workout.
A Terrible Day For Rain
This past Monday, Feb 28th, 2022, at 4pm, marked an unimaginable milestone. The one-year mark of my adventures in WTFdom passed with no fanfare, no acknowledgement, not even my weekly headshrinker visit... also with me suffering from the effects of my infection: chills, headache, general malaise and stupor. So really not much different than any other day, just with chills.
I thought about posting on Monday, but was too tired of all of this crap to actually write about it. Instead, I vicariously watched artificial people play videogames that I knew I myself would never finish. One was a ridiculously fast paced FPS, and my fast twitch muscles have been shot for years. The other was Getting Over It With Bennet Foddy. I own a copy of that one, which is why I know I'll never finish it.
Until 4pm. At that time, I got to the edge of my bed, leaned hard on my heavyweight cane, got my legs under me and shoved with them like a Free Safety trying to break up a pass. Liftoff was Apollo-speed, not Shuttle-zippy, but I could feel the strength building, my knees getting closer to the point where they'd keep everything centered and controlled. If I could stand, I could walk. And if I can walk, this whole miserable adventure comes to an end. It was going to happen right then and there. With the cheerful bit of my workout music screaming in my ears, I felt like it was really happening.
Then my knees screamed ABORT ABORT ABORT and I abruptly returned to the launch pad after a three inch freefall. No massive fireball though, which I guess is a good thing. It wasn't pain, it was just the realization that my knees were already wobbling and would have pitched me to the floor in short order. Since I was there already, I did the usual leg and arm stuff until dinner. It was as disappointing as I was.
Just gotta work harder. Easy to think, hard to accomplish when you thought you already were.
On a different topic, remember that song I posred a bit ago, Lagtrain? About a month ago, another fanmade video for it came to my attention. This one was different though.
I'd seen it before. The source material, that is, back in high school. You don't forget something like this. Or I don't. I forgot plenty of stuff from when I was a Knight but this bubbled up from the tar pit portion of my memory after just a few seconds. Vauc, does this looks familiar at all? Mr Carlson's Geometry class?
This ring any bells for anyone? Well, whatever. Like I said in a comment on the yootoob page for this thing, "If you went back in time 40 years and told 14 year old me that I'd be seeing it as a cool video set to a kickin' song sung in Japanese by a computer... I would have been the happiest guy in the world."
I love everything about that video. It is now the preferred version, all others can take a seat.
One of these days I'm hoping to find a particular science educational short, just so I can show it to everyone to prove that no, I wasn't hallucinating, this actually existed and was shown to schoolkids, presumably in an attempt to numb them into insensibility. Unfortunately, a zillion CGI videos about mitosis and meiosis have been made in the decades since and I'm unlikely to ever see that particular one again. It was... rather awful so that's probably for the best.
Posted by: GreyDuck at March 03, 2022 09:24 AM (rKFiU)
What I remember about Mr Carlson is the way he could crack the yardsticks. 40 years! I've probably merged my memories of that video with memories of pong and level after level of the Tempest arcade game. So, maybe?
Posted by: Vaucanson's Duck at March 03, 2022 09:54 PM (0dtXM)
I love Tempest to this day.
I'm afraid my memories of Mr Carlson was his shoes, and how one had a sole four or five inches thick... considering my talents in math, I surely don't remember his teaching!
Posted by: Wonderduck at March 05, 2022 01:24 AM (bHHXR)
What you might need is some water therapy - ie, in a pool or hot tub. They have a lot of good stuff for this in sports medicine practices, and I am pretty sure that knee and leg strengthening is pretty common for that. Also they have harnesses and stuff so you don't fall.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at March 08, 2022 02:16 PM (sF8WE)
Hospital pt4: I Only THOUGHT I Was Embarrassed Before.
Attempt #4 to write this entry. I'm hoping that after having the previous three attempts fall over into the swamp, perhaps this will go better.
As you may remember, I had just informed a nurse that I needed to... um... empty my personal solid waste container, and she had just returned with a smile on her face and a bedpan in her hands. I suspect I had a look of horror on my face, both because of the... thing... in her hands and her first instruction: roll onto your side.
I tried. I tried very hard. I grabbed hold of the bedrail to my left and HEAVED... and sorta half-rolled to my side, kinda. My right leg was dead weight with the added fun of hurting like hell too. I only thought I knew what pain was because the nurse put a hand on my right flank, another around my right knee area, and shoved.
I was later told that my scream could clearly be heard at the nurse's station half a floor away. My nurse was startled; she didn't really understand the situation. Once I could breathe again and my eyeballs stopped vibrating, she honestly apologized which was nice. At this point, allow me to mention something interesting ("Finally," says every reader of The Pond ever)... the bedpan itself.
I've seen bedpans before of course... big, metal things with a white color to it. As it turns out, that was a very long time ago. Nowadays, they are a pale blueish-green thing made out of plastic, with so many swoops and curves it wouldn't have been out of place on a F1 car. Of course, aerodynamics is not exactly the point of one of these things, though sometime winds are involved. The nurse placed the device into the correct position and helped me slowly roll onto my back. And with instructions to press the call button when I was done, she sailed out of the room.
And then there was another problem. I hadn't voluntarily done... um... doo in bed since I was very very young and I was having a mental issue about letting fly. It wasn't until my guts were filled with stabbing pains that the cork was pulled and the contents decanted... and I still felt an intense embarrassment. I pushed the call button...
...and very quickly, the nurse returned. Trailing behind her came another nurse... and I instantly wanted to die. This new one was younger and a LOT cuter. That she was young enough to be my kid did cross my mind, and only added to my weaponized embarrassment. The two nurses together pulled and tugged me back onto my side. This time, my pride stupidly made me NOT scream in front of a cute girl. Tears, however, I couldn't quite control.
Then she walked by, carrying the bedpan while the other nurse began to clean my stern....
(I would like to point out that just now, this post attempted to make a break for freedom.)
...and I began to have a mental argument with myself: which is worse, having the cute nurse carry my pan of former food and clean it, or would it have been worse to have her cleaning me?
These are the sort of questions that try men's souls and keep me up at night. Does that surprise any of you? I mean, c'mon. Its me.
When they were finally done, I apologized to the first nurse. She just said it's the job, no worries, and they left me alone.
Some time later, a doctor walked in, introduced himself as the "(something) doctor, and I looked at your scans a bit ago. Your kidneystone is too large to nibble out, so we've got two choices. The first is a full-blown surgery, which I think is overkill in this case."
I wholeheartedly approved of this assessment. "So what's the other choice?"
He gave me a real smile and said "We knock you out, run a tube with a camera up your lil' ducky, maneuver it up to your kidney, then slide a stent up it to the kidney in an attempt to let the stone escape on its own. And then we'll place a catheter in your dingus to your bladder to give it a path to follow!"
For the luvvapete, it's getting better and better by the moment. And despite my brain-addled situation, I had a feeling that I was missing something important...
Next: more zombies.
Also Next: Hospital pt5: The One With All The Hoses.
I'm not sure if this is your intent, but you're doing a wonderful job of getting the message "eat better, take your vitamins, get some exercise and fresh air" across.
Posted by: David at February 21, 2022 12:11 AM (qSKtI)
So, hellish on a physical AND self-conscious level. Ugggh.
Posted by: GreyDuck at February 21, 2022 09:44 AM (rKFiU)
You know... It really is part of female programming to be okay with taking care of messes, and specifically of men. Possibly so that women can take care of baby and child messes too.
So there is no getting over the unpleasantness, but there is a sort of satisfaction. Like cleaning the house or lining up paper in a row.
Nurses are in a weird position of performing primate grooming tasks for strangers, but the good ones just adopt you mentally. I think male nurses also learn this trick.
I am pretty sure that men are genetically programmed to be embarrassed when women take care of them, because otherwise women might be easily suckered into taking care of everything always. So you were just maintaining healthy boundaries.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at February 22, 2022 08:20 AM (sF8WE)
It is awful and humiliating to be in that situation, but it is definitely just part of the job for the nurse.
Weird anecdote: When newly delivered, I actually preferred the lone male nurse, because he was the only one who actually asked permission before just reaching down and grabbing my tit to angle it toward the baby's mouth (nursing is a more complicated process than the uninitiated might imagine).
Posted by: Kathryn at February 24, 2022 02:01 PM (8548M)
Bedpan Saga Delayed; Delay Post Also Delayed
I just lost 1200 words of Hospital Hijinks for reasons I totally don't understand. I woke up my laptop, there's the post... must not have saved it at the end of the last session. So I clicked "save" and I got a message I had never seen in 18 years of using .mu.nu software.
"You are not authorized to access this page."
Look, it hasn't been the best of days. One of those "I want everything to go away for a while so I can just relax for once" days. Now that happens. My chill is non-existent right about now.
And then the original version of this post disappeared, eaten by an unfortunate combination of touchpad and hate. So I had to rewrite the post explaining why I'm having to rewrite a different post.
Hospital pt3 - So Sick I Felt Fine
Sleep, when it finally did come,was not of the highest quality. But it DID eventually happen between nurse incursions. Blood pressure was watched carefully overnight... I vaguely remember telling them to just leave the cuff on my arm, it'd save time. If I did tell them that, they didn't take my advice. They finally did get the stereo equipment plugged in, but it was much improved from when I had the monitoring stuff back in 2005. Still had enough cabling to control an Aegis cruiser's coffeemaker from the 12 sticky pads stuck to my chest, but the box they ran to was smaller and lighter. Still too heavy to put in the hospital gown's pocket though... my lovely frock was quickly disheveled, pulled into a plunging V-neck that'd be illegal in 17 states and Switzerland. However, instead of a big cable running from that to the wall, it had wifi. Of course. Everything has wifi anymore. Somewhere around 3am I could take no more and slept the sleep of the innocent.
Two hours later I was awakened by a frantic electrical *beep*ing, quickly followed by a fast-moving nurse. Turns out three of the leads on my chest had worked themselves free of their pads, and the machine interpreted that as signs of imminent death. Reassured that I was not, in fact, shuffling off this particular mortal coil, the nurse decided to remove the old pads and hook up a wah-wah pedal, too. How could anybody had known just how the adhesive on the pads would react to the feathers on my chest? All the skin on the front of my body came off with the yanking of the pads.
Business began to pick up at 7am. Shift change occurred, a nurse held the bucket for me, blood was taken, medications hung, and breakfast served. Break Fast literally in my case. Pancakes, sausage, thick gooey oatmeal? Heh. I like that version of life. A thin gruel that seemed to have been genetically related to Cream o' Wheet, a half-slice of wheat toast with a tiny amount of butter, and a glass of water. I couldn't finish it.
9am brought the conversation I had wanted: doctor time! Or, more correctly doctors, plural. The first talked with me about the blood clot. It was fairly large, but they believed it'd respond well to the blood thinners. Surgery was theoretically possible, but very unlikely. Everything would have to go horribly wrong for it to be a thing. Deep deep inside me, a little voice started to chant "you're gonna need it, you're gonna need it." Thats when it was the other doctor's turn. He introduced himself, and I realized the other doctor had pulled a Batman and completely disappeared. The doc explained that not only did the Donut and the Ultrasound fund the bloodclot, it found a kidneystone, too. Hooray!
In a day or two they were going to take me in for a Procedure. They'd run a probe up my Lil' Wonderduckie and to my right kidney where they'd stick a stent up there to encourage the stone to go a-wanderin'. Then they'd install a catheter too. I suspect my cringe could be felt in Chicago... everything I've ever heard about catheters made it perfectly clear I never wanted one, ever. But wait, there's more! Remember that nurse who asked about the urine's smell? They apparently used it for a testing sample. I had an infection, and not a small one, either. With that, a whole bunch of puzzle pieces fell into place. I had a whole series of symptoms for years... I've even written about them here occasionally... but never all at the same time. For an idiot like me, they didn't particularly cause any red flags to fly. The worst was a sudden back or neck pain, followed by bad chills. It would only last for a few hours, then disappear like nothing had happened.
But most of the time, I felt fine. I didn't even have a hint of the kidneystone. The antibiotic would flow immediately... but not before the vampires came by again. But after that... well, in fact, something else had to take place first. Something very, very important.
I needed to void solids. And then, proving to me that nurses are very odd, the nurse was pleased. She left the room for a minute. Upon her return, she held out the other thing I didn't ever want to see. In fact, it was presented with a flourish worthy of any courtier in a fantasy castle.
Next Time: More Zombies.
Also Next Time: Hospital pt4: I Only THOUGHT I Was Embarrassed Before.
Hospital pt2: Like A Cloud, Only With Squeezy Boots.As the gurney was rolled through a maze of hallways... I could have sworn one of my steering units was dropping popcorn behind him... I couldn't help but notice that the ceiling was entirely different from what it had been when we had visited the land of the Angry Growling Doughnut. Turns out we were headed into the hospital's New Wing... you could hear the capital letters thudding into place... which surprised me. See, back in the day the Duck U Bookstore sold the books for this hospital's college of nursing so I had spent a lot of time there, and to be honest I had no idea where'd they'd PUT a NewWing. As it turned out, I was both right and wrong; there wasn't room for new construction. So they made room... RIP college of nursing and some other stuff. And so, I got to notice a new ceiling. And yes, I did spend a minute of your life telling you an over-detailed story to explain a different shape of ceiling tile.
I'M BACK, PONDSCUMMERS! Did ya miss me?
Eventually the steering units... it was a powered gurney, even had cute little brake handles and everything. The medical folk involved just leaned on the thing to make it go one way or the other. Anyway, they found an elevator and as luck had it it was packed with medfolk. A short standoff occurred before it was sent on its merry way. The next one was empty, though only for as long as it took to load in my scooterbed. Which took longer than you'd have thought; the wheels got stuck in the gap between elevator and floor. Eventually this trouble was dispatched and up we went to the 5th floor... the newest in the entire hospital. The Cardiac floor. New ceiling, too, much further away than all the rest thus far. I really realized something right then. This was serious. Or really, SERIOUS. They wouldn't put me in the Cardiac wards if it wasn't. They rolled me into a random room that honestly was bigger than my living room.
And then, another transfer to another bed. As before, serious pain and sad puppy whining sounds. And a bed that was the most uncomfortable I've ever been. Seriously, it was like lying on an aluminum sheet with rods on it. The rolling table went away, taking the medical personnel with it, and I was in a hospital, alone, basically naked, on a painful table, in the dark, and scared out of my tiny little mind. Not because I was alone... that could be a good sign, you don't leave cardiac cases alone without them being wired for sound first... but because of the pain.
At the beginning of all this two weeks previously, stuff in my leg hurt but it stopped hurting when I stopped moving. When it stopped doing leg things it didn't hurt. But now it was constant sharp lance being wiggled around and THAT was scary.
Finally a couple of CNAs came in, turning a light on as they came. One threw a sheet over me. The other one though... she threw a switch on the far end of the bed and a loud hiss filled the room. More importantly was that I was no longer lying on an uncomfortable sheet of aluminum but hovering just over it! I'm sort of embarrassed to admit that my first thought was air hockey. In my defense, it had been a long day. They had put me in an inflatable bed and for the first time since 3pm, my back and butt didn't hurt. Considering the pain in the rest of my body, it was a small victory, but a victory it was.
The nurses efficiently got my tree of bags hung and stuck in my arm... and drew more blood to look at the effectiveness of the blood thinners. This should have warned me of what was coming but I was clueless... its not like I had any experience in this. They showed me what to press if I needed to use the loo, to adjust the bed, and how to turn on the TV. This would prove to be the most important of the three. And what a TV! 46" if it was a foot. Much cable channels, including TCM... during Oscars month. Say what you want about the Hollywood "I Love ME!" event, but they give that to good movies. During my stay I got to wat... a nurse walks in and takes blood... I got to watch about 30 great movies. I'd already seen some of them of course: I had Citizen Kane memorized long before, but I had managed to miss most Sidney Poitier films for example.
So that, mixed with my cellphone, would have my entertainment covered. This was nowhere near to being true, but I didn't know that yet. I also didn't know that despite my bed being comfort itself, sleep was not going to be a thing. But at the moment, it wasn't going to be... a nurse walks in, takes blood, and leaves again... ...be a problem.
Yeah. I was screwed, I just didn't know it yet.
Next Time: More Zombies!
Also Next Time: Hospital pt3 - So Sick I Felt Fine
When the ceiling is the only view you've got, that's the material you have to work with for describing your environment.
It's amazing how much relief one can get from the transition from "lots of pain" to "somewhat less, but still a lot of, pain," isn't it?
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 26, 2022 11:51 AM (rKFiU)
I admit to being *slightly* disappointed that you didn't write the whole thing and then tell the story out of order. "Next time: Episode 2, Donut of Doom!" "WRONG! Next time: Episode 8, French Toast!"
Posted by: Kathryn at January 27, 2022 02:36 PM (8548M)
While I would find the Haruhi reference exquisitely tasty, it would mean I had actually written it beforehand. That would require me to... write ahead! Indeed it would have me write what is looking like it's going to easily be well over 10000 words.
I'm just not that sort of writer. Everything you've ever seen on The Pond, except for the longest of military history posts, has been written off the fly and on the cuff. I almost never perform acts of editing on posts, save for spelling or some horrible violation of the English language
I usually don't know ahead of time what I'll be saying. Usually.
Posted by: Wonderduck at January 27, 2022 11:31 PM (bHHXR)
It would also be pretty difficult to construct the story such that the readers could still follow what was going on even with it being out of order. Might be an interesting challenge for me next time I get the writing bug...
More importantly, I'm so glad you're doing better. I was really worried.
Posted by: Kathryn at January 28, 2022 05:41 PM (8548M)
So This Is The Hospital? Needs Better Urinals.
The ambulance backed into the ERs dropbox, dragged me out the rear... better than via the roof hatch. I actually asked why there was a roof hatch, but alas I was already being rolled into the lovely eggshell blue hallway to a room past the open bay where the high pressure world of traumatic wounds and spurting blood in a life or death conflict against Death itself.
Two doctors were eating pizza and chatting. But in a high intensity manner.
The EMTs had one last gift for me as they dragged me off the gurney to the bed-like object that would be my resting spot for the next five hours. They tried not to bump me around, but failed. Not really their fault... YOU try transferring a walrus from one table to another, see how it goes. The next hour is mostly a blur now. Medical people wandering in, poke and prod, then wandering right back out again. Somewhere in there they gave me a stylish gown in no specific color... a sartorial choice that I have become quite familiar with, alas.
Eventually I began recognizing people that made multiple stops in my space. One actually poked me with a needle to take blood... the first of many vampire visits I'd experience. Someone else hung a bag of whatever because that's what the do in hospitals, then plugged it in.
I'm reading the above stuff, and it's not really very funny. None of it really was, honestly. it's even past my admittedly tiny abilities to make funny. There was a lot of pain involved. Like when they took x-rays of my upper leg and they needed me to turn my leg this way or the other... that really was agony.
Then it was time for the device I'd become very familiar with... the Angry Growling Donut. Yes, others call it a CT Scanner, but I don't care. Sadly I had to do the leg trick again, except in a small confined space with no room to move. Fun was had by all. Then it was back up to the warm and inviting ER room and its remarkably comfortable table with great back support.
By now it'd been a couple of hours, and I'm sure this'll come as a shock to everybody, I needed to use the little ducky room. This caused a rather confused look to appear on the nurse's face: What do you do when a patient the size of a treaty battleship needs to pumpbilges take a leak when he can't sail walk? A handheld urinal was out; prior experience definitely rendered that a non-starter. Suddenly the expression of "brilliant idea!" appeared on the face of a second nurse that had been called in for consultation. Or moral support maybe? Was never quite clear on that, just the first time of many over the next couple of weeks. The decision was made: the collection container (two liters... I appreciated their optimism) from a suction machine (note: possible foreshadowing) and two diapers to catch possible overflows (really, it was quite flattering)...
...and everything held in place by two nurses.
Ah. Yes, of course. I should have realized beforehand. Suddenly the old adage passed through my mind: "You have no pride, you have no shame. You're in marketing!" Or, in this case, a hospital. Ah well, 25 years of retail burned all that down to a small, mewling thing huddled in the corner of my mind, and it's not like worse things didn't happen the last couple of years at the Duck U Bookstore. So once everything had been set up and the audience allowed to take their seats. I let fly. I tried very hard to keep the sigh of relief contained; no reason to make this any weirder than it already was.
Prize gathered (240ml... hey, it'd been a long time) a look of concern flitted across the nurse's face and she asked me a question that in other circumstances would have me laughing at the surrealness of it all: "How long has it smelled like this?" I could only shake my head: not too long at all, really, but not recently. With that answer received, she took the precious liquid away.
Then another torture device was brought in: the ultrasound machine. This was applied to my inner thigh after that odd gel stuff was gooped on, and Madame Torquemada began her work. To explain just how this felt, let me apply a comparison that can be easily understood.
Imagine you're in a terrible car accident on the highway. Everything is destroyed, the engine is in the back seat, the front passenger seat is ten yards behind the car, the works. You yourself are unharmed, and simply get out the normal way. As you do, you are counting your blessings.
Then you are attacked by a bengal tiger. Just as the massive teeth and claws approach your unprotected body, you are hit by an 18-wheeler at full trot. Then, as your broken body lies on the side of the road, someone runs up and presses an ultrasound scanner to your leg.
After being allowed some water... an entire Dixie cup, all to myself!... I was left alone for a bit. I think I texted Brickmuppet and Ben both at this point though to be honest that's kinda slipped my mind. A bit after that, three nurses, led by a woman that was obviously a doctor (if nothing else, her name badge and ID with the large word "DOCTOR" under it gave it away... mind like a steel trap, that's me) walked in. She explained that the Angry Growling Donut and the ultrasound both spotted a blood clot in my right leg. The good news was that was fairly early in the experience and should respond well to the usual brace of blood thinners and other meds. The bad news was that she could not admit to t.he hospital without a display of the physical situation. Or to put it simply, I had to try and stand up.
I goggled (back in grad school I would have helmeted. More protection while welding) at her. Seriously? Step one then... slide my legs to the edge of the table. My left leg moved fine, but the star of the evening was my right one... and I couldn't move it. My foot worked, but every pain receptor in my brain lit up with a nearly visible "TILT" light. After a few more attempts, each hurting more than the one before it, she said "That's enough. Would you agree?" That was directed to the nurses. A half hour later, I left the ER, bundled into an elevator and rolled to my new home for a while. It was 1030pm on the last day of February, 2021.
Next Time: More Zombies!
Also next time: Hospital pt2: Like A Cloud, only with squeezy boots.
I remember you txting me that you were at the hospital, or the ER, and then it was a day or two before I could get you again. I think. I do remember you telling me it was a blood clot before that, so I was a bit worried. I don't think I posted to The Pond until you said they thought it would respond well to treatment.
Posted by: Ben at January 08, 2022 02:02 AM (3npKf)
Holy cannoli. That sounds like a supremely unpleasant and disheartening experience, man.
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 08, 2022 09:28 AM (rKFiU)
GD, not yet. Most of that comes later. This was just the sort of thing that happens when you end up in the hospital. The two liter collector was a bit out of the ordinary though.
Truth be told, I welcomed the admission. I knew this was potentially life-threatening... technically... but having a leg stop doing leg things really made it creepy.
Posted by: Wonderduck at January 08, 2022 01:45 PM (bHHXR)
I just had both my hips replaced. I know about the squeezy boots, and the Robin Hood tights. I also got to give myself injections of blood thinner for the last 30 days. That was special.
Posted by: John Peters at January 08, 2022 08:11 PM (do9LM)
John, thankfully they realized that things to manipulate my right leg could break the clot free, so no tights.
Two hips at once just sounds like torture.
Posted by: Wonderduck at January 08, 2022 09:14 PM (bHHXR)
My sympathies, Wonderduck. The ER is not a pleasant place to be. I had a couple of trips to it in 2020. I'll save most of my stories for another time out of respect for our host's story, but I'll give one. Much like our nautical avian host, I'm built like a battleship. The beds they have in the local ERs are these heavy-duty roller beds that look more solid than your average car. Unfortunately, even when you're completely ambulatory, the nurses like to raise the side rails and there is no easy way to lower them yourself. For some reason, the room I was in didn't have a call button in reach and I hit the point where I needed to go to a nearby restroom or purge where I was. Since I couldn't get the rails on the sides down, I crawled to the foot of the bed (feet first). As I was starting to sit up on at the very end of the bed, it promptly decided to emulate a teeter-totter and plunged down over a foot. As visions of the bed flipping end over end on top of me flashed through my head, it then decided to return to balance and the wheels at the opposite end hit the floor with a crash that I'm certain was heard from over a block away. I then rolled off to my side and sat up on the side as close to the center as the rails would allow me and stood up. Moral of the story: do not try to sit at the very foot of those hospital beds.
John, sympathies on the hip replacements. I had both of my hip-joints re-aligned when I was a late teen to prevent needing replacements, but I had to do them a year apart so I could remain ambulatory. Most definitely not fun.
Posted by: StargazerA5 at January 09, 2022 10:13 AM (+kFls)
Nightmarish. And of course it is worse not to have a friend or family member sitting right there (and fully conscious/not in pain) to advocate for you and keep an eye on things (as well as send on errands or go looking for nurses).
Sigh. The automatic blood pressure cuffs are scary enough. I cannot even imagine what you went through.
But we are glad you got through it.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at January 09, 2022 11:37 AM (cHUaN)
So glad to see you posting again, Wonderduck. I cannot tell you how many patients I've transferred on and off the CT "examining table." I have never promised a patient that the transfer will be painless, but we're usually trying our best (honest!)
As for your self-assessed meagre comic abilities, I got a smile from the phrase "Angry Growling Donut."
Posted by: L. Beau Macaroni at January 09, 2022 04:20 PM (fieDC)
Me: Um, I broke my little toe just before Christmas.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at January 09, 2022 07:45 PM (PiXy!)
Pond Scum: Many Comments.
Me When I Saw Them: ?????... !
Seriously, I did not expect so many of you to have stuck around for so long. If I had not cried after typing "More Zombies" last night, I assuredly would be now.
It's not like I wanted you guys to stick around or anything... baka Pond Scum-chan.
Part II of the story of my predicament vacation is coming; there's a lot of badthings fun things to cover though, and you guys know me... my writing style is not what you could call brief and succinct, even as a joke.
One thing that may surprise y'all is that I didn't discover a lot of new music. Yootoob on my smurtfon was and is clumsy and rife with ads, I don't have Spotify, and there isn't enough storage in it for more than a couple tunes anyway. There was some though, so of course I'm going to makethispostseemlonger share it with you folks!
Every now and then I think about dabbling in stop-motion, and Koopiskeva is both helping make me want to try it more and making sure I never bother because DANG, DUDE.
I missed the Lagtrain, er, train but dang that's a catchy little number.
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 04, 2022 09:28 AM (rKFiU)
I think anybody who has owned a figma has at least imagined watching them move on their own. I know I certainly did, but there's two types of people in the world: people that take an hour to stand a figma straight up on its base... and Koopiskeva.
Lagtrain was an obsession of mine for at least a month. I probably watched 3/4 of the video covers, including the compilation one that synced up 60 versions all on one screen. Watching that one was a trip. But it's the song that makes it. There are actually vids analysing why it's so good, what is it that makes it so successful from a music theory-style place.
I haven't watched them. I don't need people to tell me it's got a great hook and that having that particular vocaloid sing with its fragile sound was a perfect choice.
But I can be something of an egotistical snob, too.
Posted by: Wonderduck at January 05, 2022 09:35 AM (bHHXR)
Reminds me, I've got an android game loaded called "Figure Fantasy" and the characters are apparently anime figures (generic but familiar, I'm guessing). I haven't tried it yet, though.
Posted by: Ben at January 05, 2022 01:39 PM (3npKf)
Ha, am I the resident idle-gacha-game expert? (WD is, of course, the FGO guru, no contest.)
Figure Fantasy is probably the most beautiful idler I've ever played. It's just staggeringly pretty. It's still, however, an idle game. You have to be okay with the fact that if you give them any money at all, what you're doing is paying to race toward the nearest available progression wall which you'll be able to surmount once enough time has elapsed to amass enough loot to "buy" your way past that hurdle and on to the next.
Did I mention it's pretty, though? So far I'm honestly quite happy with it. It's even being moderately generous, considering this is still early days on global mind you, as with all such games the drop rates will go to Helena Handbasket at some point.
Also, purely from an "I play too many idle games" perspective, I like the mild strategy positioning elements and that there are only three main factions (plus two kind of side factions that aren't in the main rock paper scissors structure) instead of four, and there's a lot of good QOL UI elements.
Which is to say: If you're okay with idle games at all, Figure Fantasy is about as good an option as I've seen, so go for it.
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 05, 2022 06:11 PM (rKFiU)
Excellent! The positioning strategy is a fun aspect of a game called Valor Legends I'm playing. I've pretty much let idle gaming take over my gaming life, mainly because I can chat while the game is running.
One I have to be careful about with that because the story is so good and you never know when dialogue is going to pop up is Endless World. It's on Steam. As I told Wonderduck, the second the protaganist called me "
Ftumch" I was sold.
Posted by: Ben at January 08, 2022 02:06 AM (3npKf)
Boy, helluva nap, that. I was supposed to have dinner with the folks at 6pm, wonder what time it is?
Oh. Oh boy. That's gonna be hard to explain. Well, lets give it the old Duck U try, hey?
You members of the Pond Scum that have stuck around have been told a little bit thanks to Brickmuppet and Ben, both of whom deserve praise (or scorn, whichever) for keeping me sane for the past very long time.
Short ha ha ha version: blood clot in the leg, with added problems, like a previously unknown UTI and a kidneystone. And with some nutritional problems to boot because this all started with some leg pain like I have gotten for years. But it got worse, to the point where getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom was about the limit of what I could manage... so I stopped eating. For about 10 days, give or take, Then Feb 28th, as I tried to shower, my leg stopped doing leg things,
when I fell, I miraculously missed everything so it was about as good as you could hope for. Except now I was naked on the floor of the bathroom, unable to stand up, or really move at all without the leg exploding, So I called 911 and actually said "I've fallen and can't get up." It only took a few minutes for the EMTs and firemen to show up, and they then proceeded to drag me bodily into the living room, got me on a tarp, and got ready to take me out to the ambulance.
At which point, one of them asked about my collection of Haruhi Suzumiya figures. I was more than happy to chat about the 110 figure collection... I'm just a few obscure figs from having every scale, prize, trading, and posable figure listed on myfigurecollection, and the general consensus is that it's probably the largest collection of its type in the US. So I've got that going for me.
Which is nice.
That was the last fun I would have for about a month.
When they carried me to the ambulance, it was snowing. Also, the streets they took to the hospital need some SERIOUS roadwork, because every bump, pothole, or slight depression in it transmitted itself directly to my leg. i'm pretty sure I didn't scream at all. Much. The ER was waiting for me and thus ended any dignity and hope I've ever had in my life.
NEXT TIME: More Zombies. Oh my god, did that joke feel good.
ALSO NEXT TIME: Welcome To The Pleasuredome Hospital.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at January 02, 2022 09:27 PM (PiXy!)
Welcome back! Hopefully this means you've flown the hospital coup and can rejoin our flock more permanently!
Hopefully this link works and will be a bit of celebration of your flight to freedom
Duck breaking free
Posted by: StargazerA5 at January 02, 2022 09:38 PM (YcvYE)
So glad you're back and posting, hopefully your various maladies have been properly taken care of and you can resume the continuing pursuit of rye bread and anime with rubber ducks in it.
Posted by: David at January 02, 2022 10:49 PM (t/97R)
Posted by: DougO at January 03, 2022 07:28 PM (Rau32)
So glad you're back. I may have saved a duck or two for you as well, but I wasn't sure how well received they would be, and I had no idea it would be this long....
Hopefully everything back at home is still okay.
Posted by: Mauser at January 03, 2022 07:32 PM (Ix1l6)
HOLY CROW, you're BACK!
Man alive, literally, it's good to hear from you again.
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 03, 2022 11:20 PM (rKFiU)
Welcome back!!!! I hope you are feeling better, inside as well as out.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at January 04, 2022 11:48 AM (sF8WE)
I hadn't been checking in as frequently as anon, hence my late missive. Welcome back, and best wishes!
Posted by: jabrwok at January 10, 2022 03:04 PM (T4WaI)
Well, time for me to check up on... well, WTH!
Posted by: skyhack at January 19, 2022 05:54 PM (KrC5e)
Winter 2021: Don't Tell Me It's Awful!
There's always somebody out there. "There's nothing to watch," they'd moan and kvetch. "It was better before this." Any maybe those people are correct. But not this anime season, they aren't. Here's a look at what I think is a remarkable Winter!
My soul needed more Yuru Camp, and Horimiya is the show I didn't expect to love but damn do I love it a whole lot. I think what's surprises me most is the relationship between Miyamura and Toru, who are presented as rivals but immediately (also) become good friends (in an off-kilter way).
Vyx bought the first three manga just before the series started, so I knew most of what was going on up to the previous episode, but the latest ep is new material for me. I definitely want to read more because there's a lot of little text gags and inner thoughts stuff that the anime glosses over (though its presentation of emotional states is often rather clever; I like the "colored cut-out" motif) but I don't feel like the anime's lacking in any way. It's faithful (if a bit out-of-sequence, in ways that make sense for the adaptation) but on par with its source material at this point.
We're also sticking with Yashahime out of pure stubbornness (oh yeah, now I remember why I never fell in love with Inuyasha in the first place), and I'm catching up on Adachi & Shimamura (which is a firmly cute-but-not-spectacular little yuri-fest).
Posted by: GreyDuck at February 09, 2021 09:40 AM (rKFiU)
2Adachi & Shimamura is a wonderful little series, that I discovered via the light novels. Shame about the spacegirl though...
Posted by: Wonderduck at February 09, 2021 09:57 AM (Bkp4m)
3Mushoku Tensei is quite good. They used their massive budget well.
Posted by: Pete Zaitcev at February 09, 2021 11:36 AM (LZ7Bg)
Hey, fellow Pond Scum, I bring news from Wonderduck. He has been suffering from pain in his thigh, and it finally reached a point that he needed to get it checked out. He's in the hospital overnight; official diagnosis: Blood Clot. Scary as that is, his communication to me indicated the doctor saw it as imminently treatable and not necessitating any emergency procedures or concerns.
So, keep him in your thoughts; and he should be back with us soon.
Posted by: Ben at February 28, 2021 09:36 PM (9Wcjc)
Wonderduck, good luck and prayers for a speedy and complete recovery.
Posted by: StargazerA5 at March 01, 2021 07:36 AM (lTtXP)
WD, good luck and hopes for a quick and easy recovery.
Posted by: Really Bored at March 01, 2021 11:45 AM (cp/J1)
Get well soon!
Pond Scum gets stagnant without a Duck to stir it up...
Posted by: mikeski at March 01, 2021 12:16 PM (P1f+c)
Just heard from Brickmuppet. Get well soon, Wonderduck!
Posted by: Pixy Misa at March 01, 2021 09:05 PM (MqQvv)
Posted by: Rick C at March 02, 2021 08:49 AM (eqaFC)
Get well soon, Wonderduck! It's cold again, so you're not missing anything at the moment. There's supposed to be another warm spell in the next few days, so hopefully you'll be out of the hospital in time to bask a little.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at March 02, 2021 10:06 AM (sF8WE)
It could be worse. They'll put him on blood thinners like my father and he'll be okay. Still, it's a bit too soon. Wonderduck and I are about the same age. Glad it wasn't a clot in a coronary.
Posted by: Pete Zaitcev at March 02, 2021 02:06 PM (LZ7Bg)
Get better soon, Wonderduck. The pond isn't the same without you.
Posted by: JT at March 02, 2021 07:43 PM (0EkmO)
I hope that you have a safe and speedy recovery, Wonderduck. I've enjoyed reading your blog over the years, and I hope that you'll continue with it again, once you have more fully recovered.
Posted by: Blue Crab at March 06, 2021 11:53 AM (fieDC)
He is still in hospital. He still has a blood clot, and the blood thinners are still working away. He has added "kidney stone" to his hospital experience, and will hopefully have it removed on Tuesday, the old-fashioned way. It can't be lasered because of the blood thinners.
So, keep him in your thoughts, and he expresses his appreciation for the messages he has received here and elsewhere.
I know he has family that have access to his apartment in an emergency, but I don't think anyone that could do such a thing locally, ATM. I will check on the feasibility. If the kidney stone is successfully removed, then he is already scheduled for a short stay with a live-in PT facility before returning home.
Posted by: Pete Zaitcev at March 09, 2021 04:39 PM (LZ7Bg)
A little something that I think you might enjoy when you get released. It's a series of images following the adventures of a bunch of young nuns and the flock of ducks (and other animals) that live with them. They're released on Twitter, but this image site has collected them all into a Pool of images. This isn't the first image in the series as the ducks don't get introduced until a few images in. Link is to the SFW version of the site: Pool: Original - Little Nuns (Diva)
Posted by: StargazerA5 at March 17, 2021 10:01 AM (if4Ti)
After a handful of misadventures and paperwork snafus, Wonderduck is finally in the physical therapy facility. I gather it is not impressive, and may in fact be barely livable. But he is out of the hospital and will hopefully be back in hurdle-jumpingobserving condition in no time, or at least a week or two.
A one-month anniversary get-well-soon message on April Fools' Day? I guess that's how it is. No fooling, though; get well soon, your Duckness!
Posted by: mikeski at April 01, 2021 01:35 PM (P1f+c)
Wonderduck! Get Well SOON! Another season is here, and I need my duckfix!
Posted by: skyhack at April 01, 2021 05:07 PM (KrC5e)
Best wishes for a thorough recovery, Wonderduck!
Posted by: Kathryn at April 01, 2021 07:34 PM (G6Lqs)
Any recent word on Wonderduck? It's been most of a month since the last update on his health.
Posted by: jabrwok at April 26, 2021 06:39 AM (iyhH7)
Sorry for not keeping everyone updated. Wonderduck had to deal with a bout of illness in the hospital, which set back his recovery. He is indeed now in Physical Therapy; a live-in facility. He is working on rebuilding strength in his hip and leg, and it's been a slow processes. Brickmuppet and I have both talked to him a few times.
To a successful recovery and no more bad surprises!
Posted by: DougO at May 04, 2021 02:04 PM (kqK5x)
I finally was able to reach Wonderduck again today. He is having issues interfacing with his blog via his phone, but is still alive. He is still in the re-hab center but is making progress. He's now tackling that transition between sitting and standing without using the hands. Those of us who have been in re-hab know what an unpleasant surprise the existence of that hurdle is, but it's among the last.
His spirits are good and the prognosis is encouraging.
Hooray! Prayers for a speedy final stretch of your recovery, Mr. Duck!
Posted by: mikeski at May 26, 2021 02:11 PM (P1f+c)
Good to hear. I am healthy and yet I'm having some issues standing up. No surprise Wonderduck has to work for it, considering what he's been through. Laying in a hospital and a rehab house will drain one's strength.
Posted by: Pete Zaitcev at May 26, 2021 08:20 PM (LZ7Bg)
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at June 02, 2021 09:46 PM (sF8WE)
Wonder if we can slip him a body debit card so he can get back home....
Posted by: Mauser at June 11, 2021 09:37 PM (Ix1l6)
I have not been able to contact Wonderduck by phone for
several days, but he did reply to a text and indicated that he had made much progress in therapy and can now do bendy and move-y things he could not do before. However, the rehab facility will not release him until he clears one final hurdle.
This is probably good news.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at June 17, 2021 04:43 PM (sF8WE)
Thinking of you, Wonderduck. Hope you can get home soon!
Posted by: Kathryn at June 22, 2021 09:57 AM (8548M)
Fellow Wonderduck readers -- he posted over on Brickmuppet. Unfortunately Brickmuppet is feeling poorly and is in the hospital for something serious, but Wonderduck sounds better. So go check in over there if you haven't already.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at August 07, 2021 11:55 AM (sF8WE)
Wonderduck, you've got to get back soon. I forgot Tuesday was the beginning of "Endless 8"! I need the reminder every year!
Posted by: Ed Hering at August 18, 2021 10:32 PM (/cXdK)
So I know it's not anime, but the trailer for The Matrix 4 has a brief shot of Keanu Reeves in a bathtub with a rubber ducky on his head.
Posted by: Rick C at September 10, 2021 11:07 AM (eqaFC)
That's one of the problems with the now-sprawling Fate properties: If you don't keep up with (nearly) all of them, you miss too many references/jokes/etc. I'm sure I missed all sorts of contextual bits from the Emiya Cooking Show, and that's just a light fluffy hangout-time miniseries.
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 26, 2021 09:37 AM (rKFiU)
I can't imagine why that look never caught on...
Posted by: GreyDuck at January 16, 2021 09:26 AM (rKFiU)
Back in 2019 when we were allowed to go places - and there were places to go to - I visited the Austro-Hungarian military museum on a trip to Vienna. Profoundly depressing place, combining all the common-or-garden horrors of WW I with the added horror of a general staff even more incompetent than all the others.
Posted by: AlanL at January 20, 2021 02:07 AM (r6GJg)
This Is Formula 1 And Stuff
Okay, it's not exactly news that I'm pretty torqued off at Formula 1 these days. I didn't even watch a race this season, though I still more-or-less paid attention. No surprises, Lewis Hamilton and Mercedes dominated (again). Hamilton got his record-breaking 95th win on the way to his record-tying seventh driver's championship. Mercedes got their seventh consecutive constructor's championship. Along the way, Hammy did all his usual whining, complaining, and moaning during the races.
Nothing has changed, in other words. I'm hardly the first person to notice this of course. Which explains how this video came about.
"Your Train Looks Like..."
Over in some other part of the internet, a discussion of the KiHA 281 DMU was occurring. Used by JR Hokkaido on their Super Hokuto routes, they've been around since 1994. Someone described them as looking like something the baddies in HalfLife2 would use, and it's hard to disagree. A comment was made saying that they looked like the trains used on the Narita Express.
I knew it was the other way around, the E259 N'EX EMU didn't take to the rails until 2010, but I was wondering if there was any link between them... the same designer, that sort of thing. Certainly there had to be something, that's hardly a look that immediately pops to mind when you think "train". Much to my chagrin and annoyance, an hour or so of looking turned up nothing at all... except for one fascinating little factoid. The man who designed the N'EX? He also designed the Kikkoman's bottle!
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Oh wait, you said "viscous." Never mind.
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