The Walk-in Freezer at Reilly's Pub

[AngelAmidala]

Originally posted by KC Catholic
See the new thread called "Frequently Asked Questions about Catholicism."

I pinned it and I hope that everyone contributes.

Because what I had to say about that thread wouldn't be considered so much a contribution.

But I wanted to say what a great idea that is having that thread up there. A great place to keep all the information so that we don't see the same questions constantly.

I look forward to reading more in it!

 

[Annabel Lee]

It's a wonderful idea, KC.

I just had a root-canal today and I stupidly refused pain medication. So will everyone please feel sorry for me?

 

[VOW]

Poor Baby Annabel!

I've had my share of root canals, so I can be properly sympathetic.

FYI, the prescription stuff you normally get for a root canal is Tylenol #3. In my own experience, ibuprofen does a much better job. Just take it at prescription strength, instead of OTC strength! >wink<

At least when the root canal is finished, there won't be anything left to hurt!


Peace be with you,
~VOW

 

[LilyLamb]

Thanks for the kind words and the prayers - I must admit that the thought of foster parenting does scare me at times cause you just never know what you're going to encounter, but I know we are being obedient to what God wants us to do.

OneSheep, I appreciate your encouragement - I pray about returning to the Catholic church often - just not sure how or what or when .... I really feel my EX shuold be the one to file for the annulment ...

As for going off the pain meds - ugh, ugh, ugh - what a mess - I hope I never, ever, ever have to go through this again - symptoms galore - mostly a very agitated body - difficult nights and long days - but it's getting better as each day passes. I am reading the book "To Know Him By Name" by Kay Arthur ... an awesome book ... and it greatly encourages me. Thanks for asking about me.

It's good to see you here, too.

Annabel - if you can do without the meds, more power to ya! I agree with VOW on the ibuprophen, great stuff - considerably better than any prescription stuff that gives you awful side effects and is literally hell to stop taking.

Wols - I like your style Like Sandy said, they will probably say yes - but something like that might help others nearby stop and think.

 

[KC Catholic]

Originally posted by Annabel Lee
It's a wonderful idea, KC.

I just had a root-canal today and I stupidly refused pain medication. So will everyone please feel sorry for me?

ROOT CANAL?!?

That's a cake walk compared to the stuff we deal with here as Mods and Admins!

Root canal...it's like removing a thorn!

 

[Annabel Lee]

Originally posted by KC Catholic



ROOT CANAL?!?

That's a cake walk compared to the stuff we deal with here as Mods and Admins!

Root canal...it's like removing a thorn!

So true, KC

But why does my head hurt so much this morning?....oh, yes..I was banging it against the computer last night.
Bad idea..

Peace,
Annabel

 

[AngelAmidala]

Ah...so you experienced that now too.

*giggles*

 

[Wolseley]

Root canal. Pfah!

Sometime when you're in the mood for gory stories, I'll tell you about the wisdom teeth I had chopped out of my jaw when I was in the Air Force.

I'm not sure who the dentist was, but I strongly suspect it was Josef Mengele. What a sadistic piece of work HE was! Oh, it's a tale to make yer blood run icy cold, it is.

And only to be listened to if you have a strong stomach. I kid you not.

 

[VOW]

Hey, Wolseley!

My dad had a butcher chop out his wisdom teeth by the AF, only generations before your butcher. Was your butcher a Tim-Conway-Little-Old-Man creature?

Daddy turned 78 this year, and he STILL has problems with his jaw.

Army dentists are much more reasonable. When Hubster had HIS wisdom tooth pulled, the doc only had to put his knee on my husband's chest once, to get enough leverage.

It must be something in the UCMJ!


Peace and ice packs,
~VOW

 

[VOW]

::: stomping into freezer, snapping off icicles, and crunching them with my teeth :::

Ever have one of those days?


Peace and Ora-Jel,
~VOW

 

[Wolseley]

Well, this clown might have been an animal doctor, I'm not sure.

He put an IV in my left arm, to start with, and shoved approximately 900 feet of needle up my artery; then decided he'd screwed it up, so he pulled it all back out and went to work on the other arm.

That accomplished, he started hacking on my impacted teeth. It took him upwards of an hour and a half to do the job, and I was in considerable pain while he was doing it; whatever the junk was they were giving me, it didn't put me under, all it did was render me unable to scream. I could hear everything they were saying, but it was like it was coming down a mile-long tube. Every yank just about sent me into orbit, but of course, I was restrained in the chair, so I couldn't move. Or talk.

He finally finshed mauling me, and stuck two wads of cotton about the size of a Clydesdale's hoof in either side of my face, and said, "These will be painful for about three to four hours, and they'll ooze for 24. Do not spit, or you'll rip the sutures." He lied; they hurt for 48 hours, and they oozed for five days.

They called in another airman from my shop, handed him a prescription for pain pills, and told him, "Go to the base pharmacy, fill this, then take him back to the barracks and put him to bed."

I got back to the barracks and went to bed; but so as not to "rip the sutures", I didn't spit, just like the veterinarian had told me. To keep from drowning, every time my mouth filled up, I swallowed. As long as I was laying down, I was okay---but if I sat up, the room went round and round, and I got very, very sick, very, very fast.

Finally, about 7:00 that night, I tried to sit up, and up it came---I ended up in the latrine, puking up a whole stomachful of blood and crap; all that stuff I'd been swallowing all day. It looked like a red Niagara Falls.

My jaws hurt afterwards, but I felt much better. At this point, I said to myself, "If puking up my guts didn't rip those sutures out, then spitting this mess out isn't, either." I staggered down to the C.Q. and found an empty coffee can, sat it beside my bunk, and it became my spittoon. For the next week, that's what I did, spit up black blood, red blood, and goo.

I finally healed up, but what an experience. I still remember going into the mess hall and cutting up hamburgers into half-inch squares and swallowing them whole, because I couldn't chew them. The first trip, I got a carton of milk, a glass of Coke, and a small cup of banana pudding; the register gal was a Vietnamese war bride, and she said, "This all you eat?" I pointed to my mouth, and with a faceful of cotton, said, "Teef out." She made a pained face and said, "Ooooh!"

"Ooooh!", indeed. That's an experience you only want to go through once every five or six lifetimes.

 

[LilyLamb]

Bleck!!!

Where's the disclaimer for weak stomachs

BTW - Wols, did you get my email???

 

[VOW]

Oh, Lily!

Your avatar is adorable!

And Wols...now I know why you didn't re-enlist!


Peace and stomach-settlers,
~VOW

 

[Wolseley]

Bleck!!!

Where's the disclaimer for weak stomachs

That would be post #148.

BTW - Wols, did you get my email???

I did, but you didn't specify as to which post or thread you were talking about, so I'm still in the dark. Can you be more specific?

 

[LilyLamb]

I'm so sorry, I thought I did include the title, it's the "Only One Church" thread where we are discussing why the Catholic church does not let women preach

I'd like to hear about the history behind this decision (and why the Pope has never changed this) ... I already know the scripture that supports this decision.

Thanks!

 

[VOW]

::: generalized screaming, crying, wailing, hollering, along with much foot-stomping and wall-banging :::

THESE THREADS IN INTERFAITH ARE GETTING TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There's a MELTDOWN of common sense occurring there!



Peace and Prozac,
~VOW

 

[Kotton]

Originally posted by VOW
::: generalized screaming, crying, wailing, hollering, along with much foot-stomping and wall-banging :::

THESE THREADS IN INTERFAITH ARE GETTING TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There's a MELTDOWN of common sense occurring there!

Peace and Prozac,
~VOW

Well sit and cool down. I was just over to IF and never saw anything worth my time in replying. After reading some of them, all I can say is,'hmmm'. On to BIGGER and BETTER matters.

Kotton

 

[KC Catholic]

It seems to be a cycle. I can't tell if their trying to convince us we're wrong or convince themselves they're right.


I think some people feel its important that their choice in denomination is the correct one, cause if its not...

 

[Lynn]

Originally posted by Wolseley
Well, this clown might have been an animal doctor, I'm not sure.

He put an IV in my left arm, to start with, and shoved approximately 900 feet of needle up my artery; then decided he'd screwed it up, so he pulled it all back out and went to work on the other arm.

That accomplished, he started hacking on my impacted teeth. It took him upwards of an hour and a half to do the job, and I was in considerable pain while he was doing it; whatever the junk was they were giving me, it didn't put me under, all it did was render me unable to scream. I could hear everything they were saying, but it was like it was coming down a mile-long tube. Every yank just about sent me into orbit, but of course, I was restrained in the chair, so I couldn't move. Or talk.

He finally finshed mauling me, and stuck two wads of cotton about the size of a Clydesdale's hoof in either side of my face, and said, &quot;These will be painful for about three to four hours, and they'll ooze for 24. Do not spit, or you'll rip the sutures.&quot; He lied; they hurt for 48 hours, and they oozed for five days.

They called in another airman from my shop, handed him a prescription for pain pills, and told him, &quot;Go to the base pharmacy, fill this, then take him back to the barracks and put him to bed.&quot;

I got back to the barracks and went to bed; but so as not to &quot;rip the sutures&quot;, I didn't spit, just like the veterinarian had told me. To keep from drowning, every time my mouth filled up, I swallowed. As long as I was laying down, I was okay---but if I sat up, the room went round and round, and I got very, very sick, very, very fast.

Finally, about 7:00 that night, I tried to sit up, and up it came---I ended up in the latrine, puking up a whole stomachful of blood and crap; all that stuff I'd been swallowing all day. It looked like a red Niagara Falls.

My jaws hurt afterwards, but I felt much better. At this point, I said to myself, &quot;If puking up my guts didn't rip those sutures out, then spitting this mess out isn't, either.&quot; I staggered down to the C.Q. and found an empty coffee can, sat it beside my bunk, and it became my spittoon. For the next week, that's what I did, spit up black blood, red blood, and goo.

I finally healed up, but what an experience. I still remember going into the mess hall and cutting up hamburgers into half-inch squares and swallowing them whole, because I couldn't chew them. The first trip, I got a carton of milk, a glass of Coke, and a small cup of banana pudding; the register gal was a Vietnamese war bride, and she said, &quot;This all you eat?&quot; I pointed to my mouth, and with a faceful of cotton, said, &quot;Teef out.&quot; She made a pained face and said, &quot;Ooooh!&quot;

&quot;Ooooh!&quot;, indeed. That's an experience you only want to go through once every five or six lifetimes.

I'd tell you about a sadistic army ob/gyn, but you really don't want to hear the story.....gyn surgery with no anesthetic. grrrrrrrrrrrrr


lynn (pass the ibuprofen, please)

 

[Lynn]

What is it with some of these people over in interfaith? Are their lives so empty that they have to make themselves feel better by trying to tear down others? Is this the picture of Christianity that they want to present to the world?

Sometimes I just want to tell them to get a life....