Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
That’s the second time I’ve seen the phrase “Boy Howdie” here in the last 10 minutes … I can just hear Butters (South Park) saying that, as he swings his little fist across his tummy.
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Glad to SEE YOU, Brenda! None of my nurses were as nice as you but they were pretty cool. Hugs …
Susan, Darlin, you could have asked me many times how long it would be before you got out of the hospital..I know the feeling……I am so very glad to know you are back home. Many when I reallllyyyyyy get excited, I say boy howdy….so ya know just how excited I am to see ya here.
Now from nurse Brenda, please,,I beg of you, please do take it easy! While and after you eat someting or even drink anything, stay sitting for 30 mins. at least. Try to sleep with two pillows and I know it is gonna be hard, but when you eat, wash your food down with little sips of water or liquid. Little bites and little sips. NO caffeine! Try to limit your smoking..I am not asking you to stop..just cut it down. Stay away from acids of all types. Do all of this and then maybe we can get you over this session of misery…:o) I am sure your dr has given you directions on what to do..I am like the mother hen …so please forgive me….:o)
God how glad I am you are fine and back to us here…
A. If her luggage is screened with a swab to detect explosives, residue from her nitroglycerin medicine might be detected. Nitrates in her medication are similar to those found in explosives.
If she has her prescription and a note from her doctor with her, the Transportation Security Administration authorities shouldn’t give her any grief. Nitroglycerin is a common heart medicine taken by millions.
Geese and swans will peck you if you don’t have bread crumbs. The Wood Storks just stand and watch. Very nice birds. My daughter in law has a way with swans, though. She has this one trained.
for Florida, where we used to watch the water birds and ‘gators, and red-bellied woodpeckers, boat-tailed grackles and ‘Pillow-Headed’ [Pileated] Woodpeckers by turning our heads slightly away from our computer screens.
Susan: Yay! Welcome back. Speaking of birds, have some chicken soup and be well. We just made our first chicken cacciatore from our own chicken, tomatoes, onions and carrots and parsley; and gathered our first 3 eggs from our own hens this week. We have 3 Bantam roosters as pets in the kitchen garden. Two are bronze and irridescent black. The third is black and white. All with bright red wattles and combs. They come to the kitchen door in the morning and tap for food. I toss grain to them and sit on the deck with my coffee and watch them eat it up. The black-eyed Susans are all abloom. Nights are starting to become more comfortable for sleeping….
take care of yourself! Turn down a couple of notches the next few days.
Posted this at a late time in the last (by now dead) open thread:
Keep the Rove/Plame-story warm (none / 1)
A good post over at Americablog
I don’t know what got the Boston Globe editorial page stirred up (besides the obvious) but they do a smackdown of Rove today:
Rove’s record has been consistent. Over 35 years, he has been a master of dirty tricks, divisiveness, innuendo, manipulation, character assassination, and roiling partisanship
About 50 members of the White House press corps accepted President Bush’s invitation last night to come over to his house in Crawford, eat his food, drink his booze, hang around the pool and schmooze with him — while promising not to tell anyone what he said afterward.
(snip)
Nevertheless, I’m told that several reporters expressed squeamishness about last night’s event, particularly as the press-pool vans drove by antiwar protester Cindy Sheehan’s “Camp Casey” site. And later, a small handful watched askance as the rest fawned over Bush, following him around in packs every time he moved.
(snip)
Incidentally, Bush isn’t the only one holding off-the-record dinners with reporters this summer. I’m told senior adviser Karl Rove has held several in the last month himself.
That last bit suggests that we will have a few wild goose chases coming up this fall. We need to watch our focus!
there is a huge refinery down on the coast on St. Gabrial . I am sure it is going down too. what a mess!!! I just cant imagine the damage from thsi Katrina.
Isn’t there a bad country/western song about ‘back in the saddle again’? Well this time susan, as much as we can’t seem to get enough of your great frontpagers, just say screw it once-in-a-while and say la-de-da- tomorrow is another day..we’ll manage.
Did the doctors find out for sure what the problem was or are they guessing?
Guessing so far. But it’s not because they haven’t tried. They all told me that the chest is a tricky area — nerves extend to various muscles/organs in that region (something like that) — and what feels like a heart attack could even be a severe spasm of the esophagus.
The nitro is insurance in case i feel the same thing again but he told me not to take it until I go into a comfortable chair in a quiet room, and turn off the lights and relax for five minutes … if i still feel the pain then, take the nitro and call tem.
Damn, I was hoping you’d have found out something more concrete. (although disclaimer here on my part-I despise and detest doctors even more than I do the MSM)
Well I hope this was just some sort of weird spasm or something and turns out to be the end of it.
I felt intense nausea before. I sent Boo and Darcy a fast note, saying I was going to lie down. I laid down, and was getting relaxed … even turned on Ellen Degeneres’s show for the first time ever … and was laughing and enjoying it. Then the intense pain hit.
And I felt totally out of it … really rummy. Darcy said i talked really slow and softly. I looked awful.
And my face felt completely numb.
That’s why i decided to call Darcy who left work immediately and picked me up.
I didn’t get to see the internist until 7:30 am Sat. morning and begged him to let me go him, but no deal … he ordered more tests for blood clots and an ultrasound of my gall bladder, etc. He also, thoughtfully, called Darcy to let her know what was doing on.
They had a portable heart thingie on me all weekend and about 2 this morning, my blood pressure shot up so they woke me up and checked it again. .. I was probably having a bad dream about my relatives 🙂
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One thing I noticed: About half the hospital employees smoke! The smoke shack was full when I went down there.
in a hospital administrator’s office…..very yucky job working for someone who tries to think up new ways everyday to disable midwives. It paid the bills though. Hospital employees are the smokingest adrenaline junkies I have met yet in this lifetime. I guess everybody else is going to die but not them because their job is preventing people from dying. Very confusing.
Tracy, you are such a hoot!!!!! Dont you know by now that, thatis what keeps us going…the adren. rush and nicotine satisfication….:o)…you are such a hoot…by the way…when the drs dont by their own and ask the nurses for theirs…now that makes one wonder….:o) they call that op cigies…= other peoples…That is how I survived for many many years…it got the job done…
See if they bum cigarettes they aren’t really addicted, they are just having a cigarette with YOU, keeping up the nurses moral you know? Joining them on their level. My favorite doctor there used to berate everybody for smoking but brought these cookies in all time, homemade, that could clog a fifty year old artery instantly.
I asked one about it … he said it keeps them sane.
Heard grousing about how doctors treat nurses, how nurses treat LPNs and orderlies … the usual pecking order complaints.
But I can see how it’s stressful. So many of the people near me were so sick … one old woman moaned and howled all the time.
One guy — his whole scene seemed strange. A nurse with in and out of his room all day long, dumping medical waste in a container outside his room. And she wore a protective shield (like welders do).
Both of his forearms were completely taped. Then I saw the weirdest damn thing when I walked by once — on his upper arm was a huge donut-shaped something under his skin. It looked like a donut-sized inner tube had been implanted in, and around, his arm.
I ran into him in the smoke shack and he told me he’d been in a diabetic coma, then was home but felt rotten and called 911, and they put him on dialysis. I don’t know … he seemed very slow and out of it.
Tracy, your thoughts are very worthy of consideration…I work in a hospital and that is how I see it too. I want you to know that the dr I work with bums cigs all the time. and yes the cookies are that way too. I am super careful to be one who does not take any chances on spreading things…or causing a nosacomial infection. That is always on my mind.
I see so many things wrong in the hosptial setting…but it is where I work…that way I get to do my job of which I love terribly.
VERY! I need to be in control of my environment … I’m very sensitively tuned that way, to begin with. And I can’t stand being at the mercy of others’ decisions.
I started crying when I told the internist how important my blogging is to me.
Thankfully, the internist was very hip to my feelings and did his best to calm me down and URGE me to stay. What a guy. Here he is … He was a resident at the Univ. of California at San Francisco — very tough to get into. Wow. … And in the section “On Patients,” he writes:
“Close listening and talking to patients and their families really pays off in the long run – assuring patient satisfaction, value and quality of care.”
THANK YOU! I couldn’t figure out what in the hell happened to that guy.
Boy, he did not look good. To tell you the truth, he looked like a heroin addict. And his mental faculties … he and I walked back together from the smoke shack, to the elevator. He didn’t know who I was even though I’d been smiling at him for over a day when I walked by. When we got in the elevator, he was in front of the buttons and just stood there until I suggested he push 2. He pushed it but nothing happened. I said, “Push that hard. Those buttons are so stiff!” When we got back up, he said, ‘See ya.” And I said, Oh I’m walking with you because I’m in the room next door to you.
I hope you’re feeling better too! It’s the week before Labor Day Weekend and
everyone is already starting to wind down now. It looks like it’s your turn to relax too.
Take care and be good to yourself!
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Boy Howdie, am I glad too….
That’s the second time I’ve seen the phrase “Boy Howdie” here in the last 10 minutes … I can just hear Butters (South Park) saying that, as he swings his little fist across his tummy.
….
Glad to SEE YOU, Brenda! None of my nurses were as nice as you but they were pretty cool. Hugs …
…
P.S. ROME diary coming up for the 6PM ET showing.
Susan, Darlin, you could have asked me many times how long it would be before you got out of the hospital..I know the feeling……I am so very glad to know you are back home. Many when I reallllyyyyyy get excited, I say boy howdy….so ya know just how excited I am to see ya here.
Now from nurse Brenda, please,,I beg of you, please do take it easy! While and after you eat someting or even drink anything, stay sitting for 30 mins. at least. Try to sleep with two pillows and I know it is gonna be hard, but when you eat, wash your food down with little sips of water or liquid. Little bites and little sips. NO caffeine! Try to limit your smoking..I am not asking you to stop..just cut it down. Stay away from acids of all types. Do all of this and then maybe we can get you over this session of misery…:o) I am sure your dr has given you directions on what to do..I am like the mother hen …so please forgive me….:o)
God how glad I am you are fine and back to us here…
Great news!!! I get the feeling that not much could keep Susan down for long. Susan… I hope you felt all the love sent your way.
I have nytroglycerine now. Can I make a terrorist bomb with that?
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No Internet. Life very hard. TV channel changer primitive. Watched bad Kevin Spacey/Helen Hunt/annoying kid from Sixth Sense yesterday.
you might have to explain to weapons inspectors
A. If her luggage is screened with a swab to detect explosives, residue from her nitroglycerin medicine might be detected. Nitrates in her medication are similar to those found in explosives.
If she has her prescription and a note from her doctor with her, the Transportation Security Administration authorities shouldn’t give her any grief. Nitroglycerin is a common heart medicine taken by millions.
Will a dog signal on her now?
You know, i was just being silly. Who knew TSA could detect that. Gawd almighty.
Be nice, doggie.
I posted it late last night. He’s not pretty but he’s sweet. Much nicer than the lovely swans who live around the lake as well.
Ohhhhhh … those are incredible birds! Do you feed them?
We mostly see bald eagles and hawks swooping down. Some shore birds although their habitat has been greatly reduced 🙁
Geese and swans will peck you if you don’t have bread crumbs. The Wood Storks just stand and watch. Very nice birds. My daughter in law has a way with swans, though. She has this one trained.
for Florida, where we used to watch the water birds and ‘gators, and red-bellied woodpeckers, boat-tailed grackles and ‘Pillow-Headed’ [Pileated] Woodpeckers by turning our heads slightly away from our computer screens.
Susan: Yay! Welcome back. Speaking of birds, have some chicken soup and be well. We just made our first chicken cacciatore from our own chicken, tomatoes, onions and carrots and parsley; and gathered our first 3 eggs from our own hens this week. We have 3 Bantam roosters as pets in the kitchen garden. Two are bronze and irridescent black. The third is black and white. All with bright red wattles and combs. They come to the kitchen door in the morning and tap for food. I toss grain to them and sit on the deck with my coffee and watch them eat it up. The black-eyed Susans are all abloom. Nights are starting to become more comfortable for sleeping….
From PollingReport.
Sorry, can’t get BLOCKQUOTE to reproduce it correctly, but Bush is headed down the toilet.
Bush approval 40%, down 5 points in 11 days.
Gallup/CNN has long been the most heavily pro-Bush polling outfit. This precipitous drop is amazing.
It’s good that only 40% think this guy has a clue but I long for the day when his base turns on him aswell
take care of yourself! Turn down a couple of notches the next few days.
Posted this at a late time in the last (by now dead) open thread:
THANK YOU! And thanks for the great updates on the CIA Leak case … as you can imagine, I didn’t hear those stories on the TV.
there is a huge refinery down on the coast on St. Gabrial . I am sure it is going down too. what a mess!!! I just cant imagine the damage from thsi Katrina.
Isn’t there a bad country/western song about ‘back in the saddle again’? Well this time susan, as much as we can’t seem to get enough of your great frontpagers, just say screw it once-in-a-while and say la-de-da- tomorrow is another day..we’ll manage.
Did the doctors find out for sure what the problem was or are they guessing?
Guessing so far. But it’s not because they haven’t tried. They all told me that the chest is a tricky area — nerves extend to various muscles/organs in that region (something like that) — and what feels like a heart attack could even be a severe spasm of the esophagus.
The nitro is insurance in case i feel the same thing again but he told me not to take it until I go into a comfortable chair in a quiet room, and turn off the lights and relax for five minutes … if i still feel the pain then, take the nitro and call tem.
Damn, I was hoping you’d have found out something more concrete. (although disclaimer here on my part-I despise and detest doctors even more than I do the MSM)
Well I hope this was just some sort of weird spasm or something and turns out to be the end of it.
The things that alarmed me Friday morning:
That’s why i decided to call Darcy who left work immediately and picked me up.
the suspect plum…
How soon did you start to feel better?
By Friday afternoon.
I didn’t get to see the internist until 7:30 am Sat. morning and begged him to let me go him, but no deal … he ordered more tests for blood clots and an ultrasound of my gall bladder, etc. He also, thoughtfully, called Darcy to let her know what was doing on.
They had a portable heart thingie on me all weekend and about 2 this morning, my blood pressure shot up so they woke me up and checked it again. .. I was probably having a bad dream about my relatives 🙂
…
One thing I noticed: About half the hospital employees smoke! The smoke shack was full when I went down there.
him = home…. lots of typos today! Drain bamaged for sure.
in a hospital administrator’s office…..very yucky job working for someone who tries to think up new ways everyday to disable midwives. It paid the bills though. Hospital employees are the smokingest adrenaline junkies I have met yet in this lifetime. I guess everybody else is going to die but not them because their job is preventing people from dying. Very confusing.
Tracy, you are such a hoot!!!!! Dont you know by now that, thatis what keeps us going…the adren. rush and nicotine satisfication….:o)…you are such a hoot…by the way…when the drs dont by their own and ask the nurses for theirs…now that makes one wonder….:o) they call that op cigies…= other peoples…That is how I survived for many many years…it got the job done…
See if they bum cigarettes they aren’t really addicted, they are just having a cigarette with YOU, keeping up the nurses moral you know? Joining them on their level. My favorite doctor there used to berate everybody for smoking but brought these cookies in all time, homemade, that could clog a fifty year old artery instantly.
I asked one about it … he said it keeps them sane.
Heard grousing about how doctors treat nurses, how nurses treat LPNs and orderlies … the usual pecking order complaints.
But I can see how it’s stressful. So many of the people near me were so sick … one old woman moaned and howled all the time.
One guy — his whole scene seemed strange. A nurse with in and out of his room all day long, dumping medical waste in a container outside his room. And she wore a protective shield (like welders do).
Both of his forearms were completely taped. Then I saw the weirdest damn thing when I walked by once — on his upper arm was a huge donut-shaped something under his skin. It looked like a donut-sized inner tube had been implanted in, and around, his arm.
I ran into him in the smoke shack and he told me he’d been in a diabetic coma, then was home but felt rotten and called 911, and they put him on dialysis. I don’t know … he seemed very slow and out of it.
Do you feel like you’re in a safer/healthier environment now that you’re home? When I worked at a hospital, home felt that way to me.
Tracy, your thoughts are very worthy of consideration…I work in a hospital and that is how I see it too. I want you to know that the dr I work with bums cigs all the time. and yes the cookies are that way too. I am super careful to be one who does not take any chances on spreading things…or causing a nosacomial infection. That is always on my mind.
I see so many things wrong in the hosptial setting…but it is where I work…that way I get to do my job of which I love terribly.
VERY! I need to be in control of my environment … I’m very sensitively tuned that way, to begin with. And I can’t stand being at the mercy of others’ decisions.
I started crying when I told the internist how important my blogging is to me.
Thankfully, the internist was very hip to my feelings and did his best to calm me down and URGE me to stay. What a guy. Here he is … He was a resident at the Univ. of California at San Francisco — very tough to get into. Wow. … And in the section “On Patients,” he writes:
that donut thing is an A-V graft…site of where they access for dialysis.
THANK YOU! I couldn’t figure out what in the hell happened to that guy.
Boy, he did not look good. To tell you the truth, he looked like a heroin addict. And his mental faculties … he and I walked back together from the smoke shack, to the elevator. He didn’t know who I was even though I’d been smiling at him for over a day when I walked by. When we got in the elevator, he was in front of the buttons and just stood there until I suggested he push 2. He pushed it but nothing happened. I said, “Push that hard. Those buttons are so stiff!” When we got back up, he said, ‘See ya.” And I said, Oh I’m walking with you because I’m in the room next door to you.
Hi Susan –
I hope you’re feeling better too! It’s the week before Labor Day Weekend and
everyone is already starting to wind down now. It looks like it’s your turn to relax too.
Take care and be good to yourself!
Very Glad! Things just haven’t been the same without you around here.
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But out of the hospital you’re safer now.
WELCOME BACK
Relax and enjoy the soothing atmosphere in your castle here @BooMan’s Place!
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