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John Jackson

Dave,

Considering you've been in the ICU for 8 days, you're looking pretty dapper - peeing in a bottle must be agreeing with you!

Keep doing whatever it is you're doing and get home soon.

Michael McLeod

can't speak for the ladies but peeing in a bottle is a real test of character for the fellas. we're all behind you dave. at a safe distance anyway.

David Mitchell

Thanks John,

It strikes me funny that you and I have come such a long way from those days we walked up Schreyer Place together (along with one Thomas Aquinas Litzinger) every afternoon, day after day, for years. 

And it fills me with pride that I was able to help you come out of your shell and guide you to some basic level of academic achievement.

(true fact: I procrastinated on my weekend homework assignment and forgot what it was so many times that I had to call John and ask for the assignmet dozens, no, maybe hundreds of times. I'm not exagerating!

I called so often on Sunday nights that John's family would expect the call. In fact, I seem to recall his mother or one of is sisters giving me the assignment when I called one time. Had I not had John's shoulder to lean on, I might never made it out of grade school.

David Mitchell

Mike,

Stay Back !

David Mitchell

BTW, the secret to solving the bland hospital food is pictured to my left and right in post #13358. 

They have a rental car and there is a Chillis, Wendys and a good Sushi & Pot Sticker place close ro the hospital. But their visit is fleeting - the clock is ticking.

Donna Kelley (Velazquez)

Dave, it is great to see you with your daughters on FB and now on the Forum! They obviously love their Dad!

Continue to listen to your Drs and here's hoping that your recovery goes smoothly and quickly.

No comments on your newly acquired potty system but I am glad that you are getting some real food smuggled into your room.

Joseph D. McCarthy

I've been trying to think of something snarky to say about your situation, but remembering my time in hospitals all I could do was grimace with what your going through.  Waking you up every hour or so to take another shot to make you sleep better.

The only comment I have is when you quickly get better, you will find that the hospital food isn't really bad.  Bland maybe, but you haven't tried my recent cooking.  So just do whatever the nurses, and the doctors, tell you and you'll be back to real food (shrimp and grits) before you know it.

James Hamilton, M. D.

Dave,

Be happy that you are learning the art of being able to pee while on your back. It sure beats having to be inserted with a Foley catheter!

Jim

Michael McLeod

Just in case you were wondering:

Time is the continued sequence of existence and events that occurs in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, and into the future.

I ran across this definition this morning. Just thought it was nicely written. 

Janie Albright (Blank)

Dave, I've been down with COVID and haven't been following the forum. 0h my! My travails seem minor compared to yours. Please do what they tell you and mend soon!

Larry, loved your drawings. Probably the geese in flight is my favorite. So sorry I missed you when you were here. 

Michael McLeod

Janie! Pobrecita! Get well soon!

Joseph D. McCarthy

Joe G.  Better late than never.  Here is a picture of Mt. Shasta, taken from a McDonalds parking lot, as I stopped for Hash Browns in WEED, CA.  

Just a small touch of snow at the top, so far.

Michael McLeod

I understand that is, um, a highland area. 

Joseph Gentilini

To Joe McC - yes better late than never and I liked the pictures.

To David M.  - From what you have been through, you still look pretty good.  I totally understand about all the poking with needles they put a person through.  In my most recent two hospitalizations, they put the IV in the wrong place and had to start over - yikes - they apologize but it still hurts!  A card to the h ospital was put in the mail today.  joe

David Fredericks

Janie....COVID, yikes! Hope your recovery continues to go well. 

David Mitchell

Joe G.

Thanks for the kind gesture, but I must warn you all, I think I'll be moved to a facility in Bluffton or Beuafort any day now, so this Forum is still the safest place to reach me.  

Besides, my social calender is so full these days i can hardly keep up with all the appointments and daily chores. If you really want to help, let's start a "Go Fun Me" page to get a Chilli's or an Applebys, or a decent Sushi bar in teh lobby of this hospital.

Wow, I didin't know they could make food this dull!

Joseph D. McCarthy

Mike

Mt. Shasta, the peak in the picture, is the second highest peak in the Cascade Range and the fifth highest in California with a summit elevation of 14,163 feet.

Mt. Shasta is a massive ("normally") snow-capped VOLCANO revered by Native Americans and others.

And all you have are sinkholes filled with anacondas.

God, I wish I was back in Ohio.

Joseph D. McCarthy

And Dave.  I just went this week for a routine medical appointment.  When the doctor uttered the words you don't want spoken.  "I have to close my practice as of December 31st..So after 40 plus years I will be retired."  He went on to say that his malpractice Insurance company had informed him they would not renew his coverage.  Reason - He turned 78 this year.  

He tried to sell the practice, but young doctors owe so much in tuition loans they can't afford a practice.

Now my wife and I have to find a new doctor - QUICKLY.  Most today are part of a large group, usually associated with a specific hospital.

David Mitchell

Joe M.           

You struck a bit of a nerve with me - but sort of backwards. 

I can recall so many times, hearing my Dad carping about how "Medicine" (the practice - the field) was changing. His complaint was about the trend of closing small practices (like his) and being absorbed into larger medical corporations - brougth about partly by the health Insurance companies and their complex legal and paper work requirements.

But your problem is two-pronged. Part of this equation is that your Doc is getting old (so are some other people I know). My Dad woke up one Thanksgiving morning about 1988 with a full-blown stroke. He was 79, and stilll going full speed with a full-time private practice, the Allergy Clinic at Ohio State, Buckey Girls State  Reformatory (once a week Allergist), and a part-time voulnteer job as Allergist to one of those charity agencies in poverty stricken Jackson, Ohio. 

But as of that day he simply could not go on practicing - period.

Some of his patients switched to his partner, many had to move on and find someone else - like you.

But get this. The authorities at Buckey Girls Girls State (somewhere up north of Delaware) would not release dad from his contract for 3 months. Since he could not drive himself any longer (lost all sense of directions) I had to keep driving  him one night a week to see girls for their allergy appointments. 

Here is the interesting part. His reasoning was sharp and logical, he could converse with them about their conditions, read their histories, and write correct prescriptions. But in the car, 30 minutes later, he had no recolection of the visit. And his stroke was litterlaly one sided. Certain functions were clear as a bell, others were completely gone. (He could see straight ahead, and to his right, but not to his left)   

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I just had an episode that caused me to a open a discussion about a "forbidden" topic with my three grown children, and you just touched a part of it with your post. The topic is  "End of Life"  preparations.

Time to have this discussion with your kids.

Michael McLeod

when you said medicine was changing I thought you meant they were bringing back paragoric.

Anybody? Am I the only one who got dosed with that, back in the day?

Seems to me it tasted a bit like licorice.

We're talking old school med. Going back to the 19th century. My grandfather was a doctor so we had an inside track on the good stuff when my sisters and I got sick. Didn't matter what the ailment was. Paragoric=panacea. Those were the days.

Nina Osborn (Rossi)

My Grandfather was also a Dr. s

o we had access to paregoric too!  I honestly threw the bottle away this summer when I finally decided to let it go. Still smelled like licorice. It helped stomach aches, I remember that!!  I believe it was a narcotic????

James Hamilton, M. D.

Paregoric

Indeed, paregoric is an opioid drug.

Interestingly, it was available in some states even without a prescription until about 1990. It was effective for some cases of diarrhea (narcotics can cause constipation) and some other gastrointestinal disorders.

Jim

David Mitchell

Fuuny, but it was a cold day in hell when we were allowed to take an aspirin at my house. Dad was very old-school. 

Speaking of doctors in the family get a load of this;

My Dad and his oldest brother (with one arm - lost it to gangreen from a surgery accident while in Med School at OSU - a finger prick through his glove in a urgery class) were Doctors. And their youngest brother (Uncle Herb) graduated Med school at a privaely owned Med school in Los Angeles, but was refused permision by the old dotor who owned the school to sit for the California medical boards exam because his eye sight was so bad he was nearly blind.**

My first wife's father (Tom Hughes) and his four brothers were all doctors. My oldest ex-brother in law is a Doctor, and two maternal grand fathers were Doctors. One of Dr. Tom's (dad in law) brother was Dr. Hank Hughes, (East North Broadwya - IC parrish) father 0f 15 (yes fifiteen) including our clasmate Janet. The oldest brother, Dr. Joe was dad's best buddy in med school and his oldes son, Jim Hughes, became city safety director. Jim's ex-wife, Patty became the pilot for the Governor's airplane for years. Their two sister were nurses and their brother in law was Dr. Charlie Bergman, dentist to many of you in IC, and father to John and Margy Bergman at IC.

(the rumors that we were taking over the world were over rated)

My dad's baby sister Adelaide, (marrited at IC church) was a nurse in the Army and landed on the beaches of Normandy with a group of nurses just 24 hours after the initial D-day invasion. After they got up the cliffs and working in the crude surgery tents, she caught a rare blood disease, had to be flown back to a hospital in England where she nearly died.

**Uncle Herb applied for a job opening for a "Lab technician" at L.A. County General Hosp. They told him it might take a while because they had so many applications. He hada friend who offered him a job selling house paint in the street level lobby of the old downtown May Company Department Store - on Broadway, I beleive. Uncle Herb was uncertain, so he took the sales job. A week later. LA County Genral called and said he had gotten the job. He apologized and explained that he had already taken another job.

He sold paint at that same May Company lobby for 51 years - with a degree in Medicine!!!!

Michael McLeod

Dave: You bring back good memories, which is an odd thing to say about a post that kicked off with such a cheerful subject -- hey kids, let's all share our stories about gangrene!

Of course I recall Dr. Hughes and classmate Janet Hughes and the rest of that large Catholic so-much-for-the rhythm-method brood and their home on e n broadway next to the big haunted house that stood on the corner of Indianola.

Glad you're feeling better.

Bracing for TSUN week. Go Bucks!!!!!

I assume everybody in present company knows what TSUN stands for and what great buckeye coach is responsible for introducing that usage. Woody just couldn't bring himself to use the m-word.

Wish I could be in Columbus this week but the goosebumps connect me even at this distance.

John Schaeufele