thecarpathian1,751 posts09-11-2020 4:09pmoldhvymec, Hey! Nice to see you posting! Surgery went well I take it. <<<<<<<<<<<<<,>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I went in there with the top of my stomach and the bottom of my throat, ON FIRE. Just like I had boiling oil being poured down my throat. NEVER in my life was I so TIRED, 10 weeks that went on from July 26th. Until Sept 10. They started at 0715 hours, within 45 seconds of the 2nd stent being put in. My heart, stomach and throat stopped BOILING, ON THE SPOT. I've never had anything so BAD, stop hurting so QUICK in my life. Just like the flip of a switch. I was treated like a person of great WORTH, there was not a single thing that took place that, the staff didn't handel, in short order. Extremely professional, and seasoned crews. They new exactly how to calm me down, from check in to check out. The 3 procedures took less that 15 minutes, from the anesthesia push to unhooking the monitors, and going back to my room. I remember EVERY single word in that room that was said. Including the serial numbers on the stents... AND a little pinch, now.. You ok? I was well taken care of... Thanks for the outpouring from everyone, a great bunch indeed. I feel like working on the Elixirs, finally... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> GK, LOL, something's up I'm tellin' ya.. Something strange has happened.. I'm not saying bad. SOMETHING!! Regards |
glupson6,338 posts09-19-2020 8:54pmThis is a strange thread. It is about geoffkait, but posts mentioning geoffkait get deleted. At the same time, he sends private messages through Audiogon that are anything but nice. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Yes it is strange, same with me. UNLIKE, "the goofy guy". A whole "new personality", rising, from the Phoenix. A WHOLE NEW GK... Oh my, Brother GK welcome, have you converted, I’ll warm up the Baptismal Pool, or we can do LIVING water, any river you prefer, I say the River Brazos in Texas, my mother was baptised there in 1940. Come on in Brother, the water’s fine, We shall gather at the river, the wonderful....... LOL. Give you a good dunk and come up a whole new person... No Charge!....It’s free, can’t pay for it, can’t buy it.. Can’t earn it, can ONLY ask for it... YUP.... MERCY, Welcome to the fold, brother... :-) Lyons, and Tigers, and Bears, oh yea... Regards |
What no PM? GK, GK, ......................................crickets, and an a bullfrog every now and then. I can hear the Bullfrogs callin' me now. CCR Repent, GK, Repent, more crickets, and another bullfrog, ribbit, ribbit!! Maybe "Silence is Golden", by the Organic Mechanic, on Steroids. Kind of an oxymoron... BTW That will be a FIFTY, for the dunk if your not sincere, if you are. REALLY you are, really sincere, I'll come wherever you're at, and do it, no cost to you, what so ever,..NOT A DIME!!! Here is the thing though, multiple personalities, may take a few time, I'd say at least, 4-5 good DUNKS, aught to do. 30 seconds on the last one for good measure, start wigglin' I'd have to hold ya there until ya stop... Get my drift? On the sweet, By and By. Come on dog, lets go feed the chickens.. Wonderful first day of the week.. Time for some fall cleanup.. Regards |
Probably so, I use to work on a little sweet pine farm, (mostly) it had all types of trees standing on it. It was 55 acr. or so. This was Prattville, AL. (about 15-20 miles from Selma) 1960, I was 6 years old. It was my job to drive the tractor, pretty straight, and keep it from driving over my brother, father and mother. Father was station there USAF, my mother was a nurse (full time), where ever we were at. There was this OLD church, across the road, EVERY sunday this place would get to hoppin’, I mean JUMPIN’. Until about 1:00, then they would let out the church, and about an hour later, the old Juke Joint across the river, would take off. The whole time my mother was singing along, from the church music, to the Juke Joint music across the river, she never missed a note. Just one of those universal things.. I was raised on it, ol time religion, AND MUSIC.. Never done me wrong. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Meth does this to people. My methods, are different, but I haven't done meth in almost 50 years, they use to call it cross tops (benzedrine, and dexedrine), and the military had BLACK Beauties. Made me sleepy, OCD would get to kickin' Heck didn't drink coffee until I was 49. Yup.. Regards |
roxy543,462 posts09-20-2020 9:44pmoldhvymec, That was a cute story about your childhood, but I want to correct you about the white crosses (cross tops). They are not meth, which is a whole lot worse. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Yea I know, the stuff I was talking about you could get a Dr to write a scrip on... I know. I just stayed away, pretty much. BUT in CA. That stuff is everywhere. No thanks... I remember being able to get scrips for steroids. I use to use them the heal, and recover A LOT quicker. Sure use to bulk up quick, 6 weeks or so of it. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I wouldn’t wish I’ll health on anyone. Geoff allows me to feel grateful that I have a full life . Otherwise I might be a spineless , weak , poop talking individual, that is the leader of an online circle jerk . <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. I wish you good health, hope you feel better, I have a cousin, doing life in a Texas Penitentiary. My wife has a cousin doing life, he was in San Quentin, been in since he was 19, he’s 71 now. Spent more time in jail than Charlie Manson. The guy was high and committed a crime, he still can’t remember, what he did.. It’s strange the two other guys, (mommies and daddies that had a LOT of money) remembered EVERYTHING. THEY were the killers, walked away SCOTT FREE, lawyers, money, and the Latino kid went to JAIL, forever.. EVERYONE knew what happened, no one did a thing, Pittsburg CA, Mid to late 60s. You got PTSD, and heart problems, and HAD to beat people to a pulp. I’d never do it, I’d have to walked away.. NEVER had to beat a soul, EVER. I have, but I never HAD TO. Yup I use to kick box, thought I was tough. LOL Yea When they fight back and aren’t afraid to fight back, Tell me all about PTSD who doesn’t have it? I muddle through mine, sheer hell! My father, a lot of my friends. I didn’t choose mine, It was a gift, from guess who? I spent 89 days in a Panamanian, lockup, 4 X 4 cage, PTSD, I’ll take it, I’m alive...and happy to have it.. I think every day about those guards, 47 years ago. Every day... One. ONE would give me rice WITHOUT cockroaches, I wanted the protein, just out of spite... All behind Vaccines from SE Asia being transported, to the Philippines, and Detroit diesel parts going to the Alaska. MECHANIC, I was the mechanic... I was lookin’ for STDs not PTSD. Crap!!! I laugh about it NOW, there are two side to every coin.. 47 years ago, though, I might have argued a bit.. Regards |
YUP, don’t miss it a bit, and a I admit, to, running on a bit to much, myself. Page after page, use to make me go away for weeks on end. Direction matters, YUP, I got it.. Then the two or three would start doing their little back and forth, to the point of "what are we talking about", three pages of that, then a single line of something worth a flying CRAP, would come out, NO I don’t miss it a bit... I’m EASY.. really I’m easy..., I wonder what would come out of his pockets if he were turned upside down and given a little shake, lithium, or LSD, I wonder... :-) Hope he’s not mixing stuff again. Calling all cars ,calling all cars, We got a guy on the loose, with springs on his feet, telling EVERYONE about direction...YIKES!! Thank you very much... Regards |
