Wordless Wednesday

Dent

Officially it’s called Dent Tower.  It used to be a bank (I’m embarrassed to say I can’t remember which one).  Anyway, I call it the Time and Temperature Building.  If you’re from the Western New York area, you know it – you see it off the 290 between the Sheridan and Millersport exits.  At the the top of the building is a big digital clock.  And that is the cause of my complaint.

Picture used from the Express Sign Systems website 

From since I can remember, there was the clock at the top of that building.  And for all those years it always flashed the time, the temperature in Fahrenheit, the temperature in Celsius and then repeated the whole pattern.  Endlessly.  Hour after hour, day after day, week after week.  It was something I could always count on. 

My favorite thing to do when driving by the Time and Temperature Building was to catch the first temperature I could and then convert it to the other scale before it displayed.  I usually nailed it – or if not, I was usually within a degree or two.  It was a game that I never failed to play when driving by.

Quite a while ago, they changed the clock.  The digits are now smaller and they are red instead of yellowy/white.  More importantly, the clock will flash the time and date (combined) and then the temperature in Fahrenheit.  That’s it.  It just repeats between those two screens.  Driving home tonight, I was irritated once again that it doesn’t flash the Celsius temperature anymore for me to play my game.

Sometimes it’s the little things that can make your day – and they are missed when they aren’t there.

Relief?

So last night was the first time in a week that I slept straight through to the morning.  And today was the first day in a week I didn’t feel like throwing up (and I didn’t!).  My side still hurts, but it only feels like someone punched it fifty times instead of putting an axe through it fifty times.  I’m hoping that recovery is on it’s way    I haven’t been able to drink anywhere near the amount of water I’m supposed to, which I’m sure isn’t speeding up my recovery, but I’m trying my best 

I am sooooo hungry.  I guess after not eating for a week will do that to a person.  And all they are showing on TV are pizza and sub commercials.  I am so dying for a slice of real pizza – not the frozen stuff, but a real fresh-from-the-pizzeria pizza.  But I know that there is no way my stomach could handle that right now.  Ugh.

My chickens saw their first snow today.  At first they didn’t know what to make of it, but once they found out it tasted OK, they were fine with it.  I wish I had the energy to get pictures, but I just didn’t have it in me today…

Tomorrow is going to be a hugely busy day.  I hope I make it.

Wordless Wednesday

 

 

Ouch!

Without exactly pinpointing my age (let’s just say that I’ve been around over three four decades) – I was admitted to a hospital for the first time in my life. I was hooked up to my first IV ever.  It wasn’t as scary as it looks on TV.

I went into the hospital in more pain than I have ever been in my life.  I know that time dulls the memory of pain, but I really don’t remember my abscessed tooth/root canal being anywhere near the pain I was in over the weekend.  If you have a choice – don’t go for the kidney/bladder infection.  It’s nowhere near as much fun as it sounds.

Especially if you have no income and no health insurance.

I’m still not feeling that great, but still leaps and bounds better than I was.  I hope I’m sure once the antibiotics are more underway, I’ll start feeling like myself again. 

All that being said, I have to say that the doctor and nurses at St. Joe’s Hospital were wonderful.  It took forever to get admitted (or maybe it just seemed that way when I was nearly passing out from the pain), but once I got a bed, everyone was really good.  I don’t know if being in the hospital can ever be considered a pleasant experience, but I guess mine was as pleasant as it could be.

But it’s an experience I don’t ever want to repeat.

And a huge thank you to the person who invented pain-killers