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Comment by Ian Mason on April 19, 2013 at 10:31pm

Happy Birthday Melinda. Hope you have a great day.

Felaine, that's a normal reaction. When some parts (esp. brain parts) get more than their usual use something has to shut down. Think of it as a  rest-and-repair mode. You will come back stronger afterwards. I react in the same way sometimes so this is the voice of experience talking. Fresh air and exercise will enhance the recovery process.

Bruises do seem to have their own spectrum not otherwise known. The changes can be quite interesting to follow. Enjoy the rest and recovery Joan. The above applies to you too plus; post-surgical patients are advised to eat a high-calorie diet, so enjoy your favourite cakes, choc, desserts etc. as "doctor's orders".

The 4/20 wouldn't mean much here as there aren't 20 months in a year :-D

Comment by The Flying Atheist on April 19, 2013 at 10:25pm

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELINDA! 

I hope you have a wonderful celebration.

Comment by Patricia on April 19, 2013 at 10:16pm

Yes Joan, the bruising is pretty extensive isn't it? I think mine invented colors not yet discovered at the time.......hahaha!

Did you have lumpectomy, or mastectomy?

Comment by Patricia on April 19, 2013 at 10:05pm

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELINDA!!!!

Comment by Tony Carroll on April 19, 2013 at 9:55pm

Hey Melinda. This is about 4/20 and pot, from Wikipedia.

The earliest use of the term began among a group of teenagers in San Rafael, California, in 1971,^[2][3] calling themselves the Waldos,^[4] because "their chosen hang-out spot was a wall outside the school".^[5] The group first used the term in connection to a fall 1971 plan to search for an abandoned cannabis crop that they had learned about.^[4][6] The Waldos designated the Louis Pasteur statue on the grounds of San Rafael High School as their meeting place, and 4:20 p.m. as their meeting time.^[5] The Waldos referred to this plan with the phrase "4:20 Louis". Multiple failed attempts to find the crop eventually shortened their phrase to simply "4:20", which ultimately evolved into a codeword that the teens used to mean pot-smoking in general.^[6]

High Times editor Steven Hager wrote "Are You Stoner Smart or Stoner Stupid?" in which he called for 4:20 p.m. to be the socially accepted hour of the day to consume cannabis.^[7] He attributes the early spread of the phrase to Grateful Dead followers, who were also linked to the city of San Rafael.

There you go. Anyway, Happy Birthday!!!

(And if you spark a blunt, don't bogart the roach)! LOL :)

       

Comment by booklover on April 19, 2013 at 9:43pm

Felaine, so glad your friend is fine and Hairy Jerry is feeling okay. :) Joan, I am glad you are feeling better too! I have the house to myself tonight,with the exception of 3 cats and an old dog.:) Tomorrow I will be 46. Not very exciting! It is also Hitlers birthday and National Pot- Smoking Day (apparently 4/20 has some meaning that I don't know about!) ha ha. Have a good weekend Friends!~Melinda

Comment by Joan Denoo on April 19, 2013 at 9:33pm

Bandages off, an incredibly ugly bruise and no pain. I can handle that just fine. Getting some ambition back ... slowly. I am enjoying sleeping through these cold windy days. 

Comment by Joan Denoo on April 19, 2013 at 8:42pm

sk8eycat, I'm very sorry about your friend's illness and your "Brain Fog". Not a good week for you. With Hairy Jerry more comfortable, you can enjoy his company and treasure your time together. "Think Banned Thoughts" looks like an interesting site. Take good care of yourself.

Comment by Patricia on April 19, 2013 at 7:53pm

Glad the outcome was positive, Sk8ey!!!

Give H.J. a scritch for me, ok?

Comment by sk8eycat on April 19, 2013 at 7:00pm

I have to 'splain something.  I'm still home, but have been in sort of what Loren calls Brain Fog for several days.  I'll try to catch up with all the posts I've misssed, but obviously I am NOT cat-sitting for my computerless friend.

She called me Sunday to tell me she'd been sick all weekend, had cancelled the first part of her travel plans, and would be leaving on Thursday instead. Okay.  I tried calling her Tuesday to find out what time she wanted to pick me up Wednesday night...so I would be packed and ready.  Got her voice mail; left a message.  No call back. Called twice more; same thing.  Began to worry. Called 3 more times starting Wednesday morning; voice mail, no call back. I knew something was wrong, and went into panic mode.  By 7PM I was imagining her collapsed on the floor, and unable to reach a phone.  I was ready to call 911 when she did call me...she'd just been released from hospital...been in since Monday...almost died from dehydration and ventricular fibrilation.

THAT's when I went into Fog Mode.  I've slept more in the past day and a half than I had since Sunday.  From relief. I'm selfish.  I would hate to lose her; she's been a fabulous friend for more than 30 years...and taught me to be a better cook.

Other news: The Prednisone seems to be helping Hairy Jerry a little bit; he's more active, and vocal, is ravenous sometimes, and drinking a lot of water...which are all good signs.  But, of course, I'm not expecting a cure.  Just knowing that he's more comfortable is enough.

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Now, I want to turn you all on to a Blog called "Think Banned Thoughts."  I don't know if the writer/blogger is an atheist or not, but I don't care. I like what she has to say, and I've replied to some of her posts.  (Actually, she thinks DEEP thoughts.) 

http://thinkbannedthoughts.wordpress.com/author/thinkbannedthoughts/

 

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