The I Miss the Old Days Complaint Thread
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...with booze you get Jell-o shots
It's been speculated that Van Gogh was colorblind, which would explain some of his wild color choices.
There have been blind musical artists.
Bad plant!
Constable too.
My leftover lunch I just ate.
It was a bbq sandwich on na'an bread I think and also baked beans.
So my brother (family friend, not the guy who's going to wreak havoc with a chainsaw) said his internet service has been out all day today. Then I saw on the news that it's happened to lots of people in this area. Some guys were cutting the cables, hoping to steal copper from them and sell it. But they didn't realize they were cutting fiber optic lines instead of copper.
Microwaves are the only devices in which I'd rather buy a new one than try to figure out how to change the lightbulb.
Non-complaint: I'm back. My eye trouble turned out not to be a cataract lens having slipped out of place! Yay! But...
Complaint: I went to my 9:30 appointment at the local eye doctor place tuesday morning, they took a quick look and they insisted it was beyond them and needed immediate attention. Two hours later I was in Buffalo (65 miles) for emergency surgery to fix a detached retina!
I had to take an UBER. Ouch.
Then over the next two days many UBER trips between Doctor and Surgery place mile and miles apart. Then an UBER trip from Buffalo to home just now. A quick mental summation is about $300 in UBERing. and two nights in a cheap Buffalo motel ( total $150)
and I have to go back to Buffalo again next week.
Plus the inevitable charges for medical things the insurance doesn't cover. (so far, I think it's only about $350). It doesn't pay to get sick.
Non-complaint: Surgery was successful as far as it goes. The bubble of fluid between my retina and back tissue of the eyball, had been drained and the retina fell back into place and was laser tacked to the back of the eye. In the process they drained my eyeball of the goop inside, (coincidentally taking all my "floaters" with it, yay), then it was filled with a gas to keep its shape until normal eyeball fluid forces the gas out in a few weeks.
And here's the adventure: I didn't have anybody else with me, so the surgery place refused to do the surgery because they wanted to knock me out totally and I had no one to make sure I didn't snuff it in the night at the motel after the surgery. However, the surgeon said that he could perform the surgery without general anesthesia, and use local anesthesia on the eyeball and eyesocket. Which meant that I was able to watch the procedure (from the inside) and talk with the surgeon during it(when he wasn't busy poking around in my eyeball). Wheee...
It was a little uncomfortable at the beginning but later I felt nearly nothing. No complications so far. On tuesday the sight in my right eye started out as 1/4 obscured, but within 24 hours had progressed to 3/4 obscured.
The surgery was a little uncomfortable at the beginning but later I felt nearly nothing. It remains to be seen how much vision comes back. But at least the originally totally blacked out area is now registering light. The eyeball has to finish filling up with liquid and the swellings need to go down before anything is focused properly onto the repaired retina. Here's hoping, but I've got several months of recovery regardless.
When things like this happen it makes you happy you have a spare eyeball. But your depth perception goes to hell. It takes me a couple of seconds to find the display buttons of my smart phone, I keep waving my finger a half inch away from it. Boogered up my UBER calls several times.
@LeatherGryphon: That does not sound like fin to me! Hope it turns out great for you, though!
Dana
@LeatherGryphon: Wow, that WAS one heck of an adventure! And still ongoing in parts, it seems. I'm doing some serious fingers crossing right now that you'll (literally) see the whole thing through real soon.
One thing I truly envy you for now: getting rid of the bleeding floaters. They're such, SUCH a pita, especially when driving. But one doctor said they were remnants from some embryonic structures, so maybe that's kind of nice in way - connecting us with our youngest self. Still, if you managed to get shot of them: good riddance!
I too was a bit excited about the thought of floaters just being drained out. And my imagination kind of ran away with the part about them filling the eye with gas with the hope that fluid will come in and push the gas out. It sounds like such a cyberpunk situation. I think it will all go well.
...indeed. Zoiks, undergoing eyeball surgery while awake. Don't think I could handle that.
...hmmm eyeball farts?.
the iris is a sphincter
While I was in the waiting room to check out, there was a lady(about 70) there specifically to have her floaters removed. When I first had cataract surgery a few years ago and developed floaters, I was told removing them was a possibility when they become unbearable, but otherwise to adapt to them.
I have a plastic band on my wrist advising medical personnel that I have gas in my eye and warned about the use of Nitrous Oxide or changes of air pressure causing blindness. I was told it will take several weeks for the gas to be absorbed into the tissues. Until then nothing focuses properly.
Another interesting thing I found out from talking to the surgeon, is that the clear jelly in our eyeballs (Vitreous Humor), is formed during gestation as a skeleton for the eye tissues to form around, but isn't necessary as adults, and actually gets more and more watery as we age. So, letting the eye fill with continually produced Aqueous Humor (same liquid as in the front part of the eye between the cornea and lens) is OK. Who knew?
And yes, the continually produced aqueous humor does have to have a controlled drain to keep the pressure stable. Otherwise it causes Glaucoma and the overpressure damages the retina.
Edited to correct wrong information:
I don't know what the gas in the eye is, but the strip on my wrist, as well as I can read it, appears to warn against the use of Nitrous Oxide, and changes in air pressure. i.e. No trips to space or Nitrous annestheia, or recreational huffing.
I thought it was a flower.
eyes deflate and shrink into tiny withered things when you have died
now I know why, the liquid drains away
I took a dead one apart last week for parts and apparently on most of the ones from at least five years back, the bulb is soldered to the base... new ones only have LEDs that can't be charged, so you won't ever have to worry about that.
We just got a new microwave too and apparently 90% of the new microwaves are no longer available with light interior colors, the norm being very dark greys with blue-white LEDs... the interior of mine looks like an imperial prison cell on the Death Star.
Or illegal street racing like in the Fast and Furious movies where apparently every car is equipped with Nitrous Oxide Systems...
I can't tell you how annoying it is that everyone calls N.O.S. "nos" now thanks to those movies (I think they are up to what... 37 now?)...
NOBODY called it that until the first movie and all the gearheads and car people (people who like cars, not the actual Car People of Automos 7) were like WTF?... "nos"?
But now it's "nos"
Ugh.
That's why when I die I'm having huge googly eyes inserted into my eye sockets.
mmm I may need to look at the inside of my appliances for photographing backgrounds
all my figurines fantasy not scifi though
the washing machine could be an airlock otherwise
Dana
Not Charon's Obols?
Nope... First off, I've got no drachmas, only a handful of ancient Roman coins and they aren't worth much... but regardless, I'm kicking Charon's butt off that ferry and renaming it the S.S. Ferry McDeath-Boat and I'm loading it up with pirate ghosts and becoming The Terror Of The Five Rivers Of The Underworld (Acheron, Cocytus, Lethe, Phlegethon, and Styx)... I'll rule mercilessly, but fairly, a bit whimsically at times, mostly unpredictably and quite randomly... but everyone will get free googly eyes.
Eventually I'll rename the rivers too... I'm thinking Dipsy-Doodle, Helluva, Phlegmagogglesnorkwarble, Barry and Moon Rivers... I'm open to changes, except for Moon River, because I wanna give new meaning to the song.
Thats my plan.
Anyone mentioning this post gets a free trip to the other side.
And the aforementioned googly eyes.
...the proper designation is NO₂ Apparently they have poor visual processing skills to interpret the number "5" as an "S". and thus shouldn't be behind the wheel of any sort of vehicle, let alone high powered ones.
Change in air pressure would also be encountered during air travel as most jet airliner cabins are pressurised to an altitude of about 8.000'. During descent, the transition is very noticeable, and for some, can be rather painful.
Sorry about the long post. I just need to expound.
I may not have had general anesthesia for the surgery, but my brain hasn't been working well after this problem started. I've been bumping into walls, dropping things, my hands shake. I'm sure a lot of it is stress from loss of precision vision beforehand, then loss of light, increasing hourly, emergency transport, then doctors, then surgery involving various chemicals injected into my body and eyeball, along with needles, and lasers, and mystery tools.
I had been convinced to go immediately to Buffalo, but didn't think I'd be there for two nights. So, there I am, without an old man's lotions, and pads, and cleaners, and toothbrush, and underwear, and most importantly, prescriptions.
So by the end of the 2nd day my clothes were fragrant, and my heart was wigging out with odd dance rhythms.
I knew from experience, and tried to tell them, that they needed to take my blood pressure manually, my wonky rhythm will just confuse the poor machine. But the stalwart machine tried and tried, and sure enough, by time I was starting to yell, "my arm is numb!" the pressure cuff burst. I laughed delightedly
, but nobody else did, which made me laugh all the harder.
Then they had to hunt for my pulse manually. I'm just laying there very calm and breathing shallowly. After a few minutes, the nurse asked me to get a little bit more agitated so that they could feel something.
Then spending hundreds and hundreds of dollars in ancillary expenses for travel, lodging & food. By time I got home yesterday afternoon, I was a wreck. 
And the stress still didn't stop. I picked up three new expensive prescription eye drops to be administered at various intervals requiring one in the middle of the night for the next several weeks. I'd been instructed to sleep upright in bed, to keep my eye above my heart, not bend over, not pickup anything heavier than 4 pounds, no shower, no water in the eye, and there are probably some of the rules I've already forgotten. It wasn't until this morning that I started to feel like myself again.
But loss of depth perception is a bitch when you're trying to put the cap back onto the expensive tiny bottle of eyedrops, and not touch the tip to anything when putting the cap back on. The first time I tried, I dropped the cap. ARGHHHH.... 
I actually dry cried for a moment as I crawled on the floor trying to keep my head up and with only one working eye, find the tiny cap . Then I had to dig into my medical bag and find some alcohol wipes to sterilize the cap again. But finally all the eyedrops were in and I could sit back and watch TV (through one eye) for a while. So, I picked up my TV remote control and got bupkis, nada, zip from it. Ah, OK, the batteries are dead.
So now I had to dig into my boxes and find my spare batteries, but new batteries didn't fix the problem. ARGHHH....
However, I had prepared for this moment, I had actually ordered (5 years ago) an exact replacement remote control, but now had to try to find it somewhere in one of my boxes. The box that I suspected that it was in was trapped behind my old broken recliner chair that hadn't yet been lifted out its place for eventual disposal. I can't lift anything now, and there's no room to shift the chair more than about 3 inches. But I did manage to get the top off the box and rummage around in it and found my new remote control. Yay! New batteries and I was all set, finally to relax.
Today though, has been OK. I'm getting back into my routine, my heart is behaving semi-well again, I've had proper food, a good poop, a half decent nights sleep, and have caught up with my email and old bills. Then I got a phonecall to remind me that I have a local cardiologist appointment on Monday. Then Friday, it's back to Buffalo again. Adventure time.
Wheee...
TLDR: If anything can go wrong, it will.
There is a company that makes nitrous injection equipment, called NOS... Nitrous Oxide Systems... but nobody called it "nos"... it's an acronym, so everyone called it "N-O-S" (en-oh-es)... in the movie they are using "nos" as a substitute for "nitrous" which most people at the time called it, or if referring to the actual brand, "N.O.S".... Maybe was an L.A. (Los Angeles, not "Lah") thing at the time, but none of my friends from C.A. (California, not "Cah") called it "nos"... Or more likely the script writers saw the NOS label and thought it was a word...
I don't think they knew anything about nitrous or how it works... in the movies nitrous is like a hyperspace button... and apparently you can blast it for many, many minutes without it running out or the engine exploding... it even helps cars fly and barely evade submarines traveling at top speed... (which I thought was maybe 35-40 mph?)... And let us not even mention the space Fiero... (ever)... because if you were making a space car, the one car you'd definitely opt for would be an '84 Pontiac Fiero... I mean as a car it sucked, so maybe as a spaceship... ?... no... it'd still suck.
...ow, all that because of the surgery. .
I could never sleep sitting up which is why I avoid "redeye" flights or book a compartment on the train (that costs as much as 5 star hotel suite per night). Too much stress on my back and hips. I already have issues with bending down, mostly due to my chronic arthritis I've taken to using my broom and dust pan to pick things up off the floor that I drop.(need one of those mechanical "grabbers"). The other day he plug behind my desk came loose and I had t crawl underneath to push it back in. Took about 7 minutes just to get down to the underneath the desk and back up again. Almost feel I need one of those "help I've fallen" panic buttons.
Getting old is not for the faint of heart.
It definitely shouldn't be surprising, but I'm still occasionally bewildered by just how many utter psychopaths occupy the YouTube comment section.
this is why I ended up disabling comments on my main channel
some even blamed me when YouTube removed their awful comments (likely flagged by others) so spammed all my videos with more and saying they disliked them and I hadn't done anything
often got videos excessively flagged but YouTube said there was nothing against the guidelines in them because of some trolls
one to avoid is Truebones and his many aliases including Joe McPeek
he attacks any DAZ/Poser/iClone content uploader saying Aniblocks etc are his stolen motions