tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post4036751835705801995..comments2023-10-12T08:55:29.120-05:00Comments on Carol's Southern Spice: Gone fishing.....Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040510292724803196noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-59457385397667583642009-09-02T23:21:51.607-05:002009-09-02T23:21:51.607-05:00I must have forgotten about that thermometer. Caro...I must have forgotten about that thermometer. Carol, are you sure that was me? Funny how the mind blocks out scary or embarrassing things. Yes, I remember very well those experiences at Pineville. The memory that stands out the most there was when they would give electroshock therapy to the patients. It took a long time to get that picture out of my head. Janjanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03444805355043272927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-67822930892715837162009-09-02T12:54:33.587-05:002009-09-02T12:54:33.587-05:00Carol,
Try as I might, I couldn't get a sign-...Carol,<br /><br />Try as I might, I couldn't get a sign-in using my existing info. So I guess I'll try signing up for the google-thing next. To date, I don't have any google accounts to my name (that I know of). <br /><br />One thing that annoys me about this social networking phenomenon, is how they link you up to stuff you don't know you got linked to. This was written about in a comment posted this morning by Tiptoe on TM. Apparently, Facebook is a good one for that. I agree, and that may be a reason I've resisted forging ahead on this path. One step at a time is my motto, and slowly at that. <br /><br />(posted surreptitiously from Command Central in the basement outpost, aka "The Man Cave.")Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-50061045130092224622009-09-02T11:10:12.289-05:002009-09-02T11:10:12.289-05:00http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view?back=ht...http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fsearch.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26p%3Dsnipe%2Bbird%2Bphoto&w=506&h=337&imgurl=haryana-online.com%2Fimages%2FBirds%2FRonSaldino%2FPintail%2520Snipe.jpg&size=77kB&name=Pintail+Snipe+jpg&rcurl=http%3A%2F%2Fharyana-online.com%2FFauna%2FBirds%2Fpintail_snipe.htm&rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fharyana-online.com%2FFauna%2FBirds%2Fpintail_snipe.htm&p=snipe+bird&type=jpeg&no=1&tt=226&oid=84810f1c125c85b6&tit=Pintail+Snipe+jpg&sigr=11nr6gdc9&sigi=11uec0ic7&sigb=11qt5t1tg<br /><br />Ooh, It's pretty too Ivy.<br />(sorry for the long site address)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-72039463712226222742009-09-02T11:03:44.295-05:002009-09-02T11:03:44.295-05:00The snipe is a real bird, a wading water bird, so ...The snipe is a real bird, a wading water bird, so Carol, you could possibly see one by your river. Maybe you've heard it splashing. <br /><br />This tidbit is on Wiki: "The difficulties involved in hunting snipe gave rise to the term "sniper", referring to a skilled anti-personnel military sharpshooter. Colonial American snipe hunters used some of the earliest versions of a telescopic sight invented by American statesman and inventor Benjamin Franklin."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-54662287127582261072009-09-02T10:49:18.797-05:002009-09-02T10:49:18.797-05:00I'm sure you're right Ivy.
Sorry to hear...I'm sure you're right Ivy. <br />Sorry to hear about your computer problems being back. <br /><br />I hope you'll post your picture of that web, when you get your computer back. I'm asking Carol to explain to us again, exactly how to post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-67980939199586942422009-09-02T10:36:34.799-05:002009-09-02T10:36:34.799-05:00Darn, I will have to vacate the computer again. E...Darn, I will have to vacate the computer again. Even though it was debugged and deloused, and new virus software installed, I am again under attack. My 'puter guy said bring it back in...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-26645095609327272572009-09-02T09:25:08.786-05:002009-09-02T09:25:08.786-05:00Chloe,
Carol's in a better position to say, b...Chloe,<br /><br />Carol's in a better position to say, but imo, society decided it was "too cruel" to lock up innocent people with mental diseases. So we closed treatment facilities, and sent them back into the hands of their ill-equipped family, and eventually into the streets where many become truly anti-social and commit crimes. Then society could justify locking them up as criminals. Solves the funding problem too since health insurance doesn't have to pay for housing or treatment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-21472073967310457882009-09-02T09:12:42.846-05:002009-09-02T09:12:42.846-05:00The spider web was completely dismantled and gone ...The spider web was completely dismantled and gone by sunrise. It's as if the spider herself just reeled the whole thing back in like a fishing line...!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-4695602218129150652009-09-02T08:57:01.355-05:002009-09-02T08:57:01.355-05:00Oh, and I forgot to ask. Do you see the jail as b...Oh, and I forgot to ask. Do you see the jail as being a lot like that mental institution you worked at? Or were you just saying that a few of them are crazy?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-49480507315834029592009-09-02T08:54:59.328-05:002009-09-02T08:54:59.328-05:00Carol, MG, You already have me laughing today. I ...Carol, MG, You already have me laughing today. I love those stories from your and Jans early nursing training days. Keep them coming!<br /><br />I know you're out fishing today, but stopped by to leave a little note, hoping you have a very god day. I saw from your posts how much work it is, and had no idea. Have fun! And take good care of little Maggie.<br /><br />ps I saw that cute little dog in front of the boat, in the picture you posted of Joey and his crew. He/she looked so brave, up there with his little paws the top of it, watching where they were going. That was my favorite part of that picture.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-72684257952495409002009-09-02T06:36:51.783-05:002009-09-02T06:36:51.783-05:00And. oh gosh Jan, remember the summer we spent at ...And. oh gosh Jan, remember the summer we spent at the mental institution. No, we weren't patients even though you wouldn't have known that by watching us. You know like...when in Rome.....<br /><br />Those were the days that they actually had a place where people with severe mental disorders could go for housing and treatment. Now it's mostly jail. Things don't always get better with time.Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10040510292724803196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735094423029416610.post-64704058515617103062009-09-02T06:12:04.306-05:002009-09-02T06:12:04.306-05:00And feel free to share your crazy stories about ho...And feel free to share your crazy stories about how dumb you were back when. It might even be yesterday. <br /><br />To make you feel at home here Jan, I remember when we were back in nursing school and you left that rectal thermometer in that unconscious patient and didn't remember until it was time to record vital signs. Never forget the look on your face. <br /><br />So you won't feel too bad, I also remember the time I had to give an enema to that lady in labor, like we couldn't find another way to torture those poor women in labor. I was already pissed off that I was in a group of mostly male nursing students and my nursing instructor made me do all the enemas. <br /><br />Distracted by my state of anger, I forgot to put the tubing with the clamp on it on the enema bucket. The next thing I knew, I was standing in ankle deep water in the bathroom. I was a nervous wreck trying to clean up a major flood with toilet paper before my instructor found the mess.Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10040510292724803196noreply@blogger.com