You are strange.
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The Random, Meaningless Announcements Thread 3!
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Shadow Wolf
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That's not good.
Wu Wei
ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
Would like to, but can't drive and I'm in quarantine until Sunday. If it gets worse I will call the ortho
did the ice bit, see above response
Wu Wei
ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
Had an infection in it, right after surgery. Who knows, might have one again, I don't think anyone has thought about Covid, the immune system and joint replacement so.....
They said 6 to 8 weeks before I would start feeling semi-normal and 10 to 18 weeks before it stopped waking me up at night. However it has not had much of a chance to wake me up recently, this Covid junk does it rather regularly when in sends me into coughing fits.
But with that said, week 9 ends this Friday and I do not feel semi-normal at all
A bag of frozen peas is good.
Wu Wei
ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
I had the dang thing replaced last June 11th...how much more surgery do you want me to get
There is a possibility that the scar tissue is winning the battle and if that is the case, sadly I will need more surgery.
I don't know if this is random or meaningless. I am not even sure if this is the place for it.
Yesterday, while I was hiking, I chanced upon the carcass of an opossum. It hadn't been there the day before, so it had arrived where it lay under its own power or was drug there by some scavenger in the interim. The trail parallels a local road at that point, so it could have been hit there and lived long enough to crawl to where it ended at that spot in the trail.
Oh, it stank. I smelled it long before I saw it. It was in an advanced state of decay. It was the evening, so it could have been there all day. It wasn't pleasant. Death isn't a pretty process? I passed it by.
On my second pass, I paused for a closer look. There were many creatures familiar to me moving in and around the carcass. Maggots writhing as if they were boiling. Silphid beetles and numerous, really large rove beetles with these golden tufts of vestiture along their abdomens. A entire guild of little creatures who mine life from death. There before me was an active ecosystem with players so small, that I was unable to see the most numerous and active. I could only smell the signs of their work.
I will be heading back out and am curious to see how far they have gotten along. At a certain point, entirely different guild members will appear to finish the work. Soon, what was once a possum will be gone. With only traces to remain.
That thought though, it lingers. That death and life are intertwined. That one cannot exist without the other. That the death of one may be the life of many. That part of us will go on in some new form. It is an exciting thought.
I hope I leave more traces behind. I hope.
Yesterday, while I was hiking, I chanced upon the carcass of an opossum. It hadn't been there the day before, so it had arrived where it lay under its own power or was drug there by some scavenger in the interim. The trail parallels a local road at that point, so it could have been hit there and lived long enough to crawl to where it ended at that spot in the trail.
Oh, it stank. I smelled it long before I saw it. It was in an advanced state of decay. It was the evening, so it could have been there all day. It wasn't pleasant. Death isn't a pretty process? I passed it by.
On my second pass, I paused for a closer look. There were many creatures familiar to me moving in and around the carcass. Maggots writhing as if they were boiling. Silphid beetles and numerous, really large rove beetles with these golden tufts of vestiture along their abdomens. A entire guild of little creatures who mine life from death. There before me was an active ecosystem with players so small, that I was unable to see the most numerous and active. I could only smell the signs of their work.
I will be heading back out and am curious to see how far they have gotten along. At a certain point, entirely different guild members will appear to finish the work. Soon, what was once a possum will be gone. With only traces to remain.
That thought though, it lingers. That death and life are intertwined. That one cannot exist without the other. That the death of one may be the life of many. That part of us will go on in some new form. It is an exciting thought.
I hope I leave more traces behind. I hope.
Wu Wei
ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
That's silly, first you have to boil them before you eat them and then they are hot....and who wants hot wet peas on their knee.... not me I cam tell you...
No, no,no, your bear logic is letting you down. Take pack from the freezer, and place the frozen pack of peas on your iffy knee. The bag forms to the shape of the knee applying ice cold comfort everywhere needed.
Wu Wei
ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
But it will take forever to cook that way and I'll be waiting hours before I can eat them
I love that video
They are not for eating but for easing your knee. After they thaw out try refreezing them to use on your knee again but don't eat the medical supplies