04-17-2014, 05:25 PM
Got a report on my father. Looks like he has Bell's Palsy. My step mother will be driving him home from Alexandria tomorrow. He may have to wear a patch over one eye for a while till it starts working work again. Bell's Palsy can last a week, a month, maybe a year or more. Now, here's the irritating part. They didn't have him in a room until about 4 O:clock this morning and it seemed like there was no doctor around. The nurses kept running the same tests and scans over and over even though they already knew they'd be negative. My niece got tired of it and got on the phone to their legal people, told them what was happening then told them to get off their butts, get him in a room, get a doctor in there NOW or on Monday the name of the hospital would be changed from St Francis Cabrini to St William Wimberly. Within twenty minutes he was in a room and a doctor was examining him inside of another ten minutes! I knew she can get wicked but wow!
Speaking of my father, I spoke with him a little while ago. He's in good spirits and looking forward to going back to work. I heard my step mother in the background shouting 'Oh no you don't! You're grounded!'.
Went to my doc appointment this afternoon. He looked at my foot and marveled at the canyon that's where my big toe and part of my foot used to be. He then sent a nurse in to redress the wound. She had no idea of where to begin or how to do it. So I had to teach her. Turned out they had no saline on the premises. No problem. We'd do a dry dressing. They didn't have the proper bandages so we did it with 4x4 gauze pads and coban wrap. Got that done and was ready to leave. My van wouldn't start. Little wonder. The battery has a bad cell so it only has about ten seconds of good cranking power on a good day. After that there's not enough power to curl a gnat hair. Took me over two hours to find someone to help jump it off. Then one of the battery connections went away. I just cleaned those things last month! Pulled the clamps and cleaned the posts and clamps. Had the battery continually charging from the booster battery during this time except when I cleaned the posts. Put all that back together. Tried it again. Cranked over twice then the starter connection went away. Had to pull that off, clean it and put it back in place. Tried it again. Fusible link to the coil went away. I fixed that then tried again. CLICK! About this time I looked heavenward and shouted 'GIVE ME A BREAK'! Tried again and it fired right over! By this time I was worn out, hungry and getting dizzy from a lack of blood sugar. I had to get something to eat and drink or they'd have to jump me off. I left the van running and went next door to Fox's pizza and had a very small taco pizza and a small Dr Pepper. While there a bunch of teenage girls waiting on their mother to come from the docs office were continually throwing open the car doors and hitting the side of my van. I went over and told their mother about it and she didn't seem to care. I then told her what hitting thick steel was doing to HER cars doors and how much the paint was going to cost. She got real excited then and went out and lit into them. Feeling much better now I drove home. This weekend I'm cleaning every electrical connection in the ignition line to within an inch of it's life and tightening them till Ft Knox grunts! Then I'm petitioning my father for a NEW battery! Failing that I'll buy one with some of the home repair money.
Speaking of my father, I spoke with him a little while ago. He's in good spirits and looking forward to going back to work. I heard my step mother in the background shouting 'Oh no you don't! You're grounded!'.
Went to my doc appointment this afternoon. He looked at my foot and marveled at the canyon that's where my big toe and part of my foot used to be. He then sent a nurse in to redress the wound. She had no idea of where to begin or how to do it. So I had to teach her. Turned out they had no saline on the premises. No problem. We'd do a dry dressing. They didn't have the proper bandages so we did it with 4x4 gauze pads and coban wrap. Got that done and was ready to leave. My van wouldn't start. Little wonder. The battery has a bad cell so it only has about ten seconds of good cranking power on a good day. After that there's not enough power to curl a gnat hair. Took me over two hours to find someone to help jump it off. Then one of the battery connections went away. I just cleaned those things last month! Pulled the clamps and cleaned the posts and clamps. Had the battery continually charging from the booster battery during this time except when I cleaned the posts. Put all that back together. Tried it again. Cranked over twice then the starter connection went away. Had to pull that off, clean it and put it back in place. Tried it again. Fusible link to the coil went away. I fixed that then tried again. CLICK! About this time I looked heavenward and shouted 'GIVE ME A BREAK'! Tried again and it fired right over! By this time I was worn out, hungry and getting dizzy from a lack of blood sugar. I had to get something to eat and drink or they'd have to jump me off. I left the van running and went next door to Fox's pizza and had a very small taco pizza and a small Dr Pepper. While there a bunch of teenage girls waiting on their mother to come from the docs office were continually throwing open the car doors and hitting the side of my van. I went over and told their mother about it and she didn't seem to care. I then told her what hitting thick steel was doing to HER cars doors and how much the paint was going to cost. She got real excited then and went out and lit into them. Feeling much better now I drove home. This weekend I'm cleaning every electrical connection in the ignition line to within an inch of it's life and tightening them till Ft Knox grunts! Then I'm petitioning my father for a NEW battery! Failing that I'll buy one with some of the home repair money.
15 year veteran fire fighter
Collector of Apple //e's
Beatus homo qui invenit sapientiam
Collector of Apple //e's
Beatus homo qui invenit sapientiam