Apr. 17th, 2007

What a day

Apr. 17th, 2007 12:31 am
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I had an appointment with Dr. K this morning about my knees. Since they flared up last Wednesday, they've returned close to normal, or so I thought. Upon examining them, he pointed out that there was a section of my right knee that was still swollen. He also mentioned that there are "grooves" in the bone under the kneecap, and that some people have deep grooves while some people have shallow grooves. My grooves are shallow, so this puts me more at risk for things like chondromalacia.

We discussed treatment of the condition and he said that the Aleve I was taking was a good start, but that a certain medication called "Piroxicam" works better on large joints. So I walked out with a prescription for that. Unfortunately, it's not to be mixed with alcohol, so that pretty much kills my drinking habit for the next month. It was also pointed out to me that strengthening the quadraceps will provide support to the kneecaps to keep this issue from returning.

Never one to pass up the opportunity to make a joke, when I asked about long term complications of this condition, Dr. K's answer was: "Death and decay. The same as every other medical condition." Never a dull moment with him.

Paying my bill was interesting -- when I went to pay the co-pay, I was told that my account had a $40 credit and I didn't owe anything. Hey, who am I to argue with that? When I got my prescription filled later, it was pretty much the same thing. The total due was $0.00. That's a first for me too.

Of course, the appointment this morning was made all the more interesting by the noreaster that we had going through the state. The roads were very slushy and traffic was pretty bad. What normally should have been about 20-25 minutes each way took closer to 45 minutes each way. And when I got back home, the R5 Regional Rail line was down due to electrical problems. That meant standing outside for about 15 minutes, taking a bus to the 69th Street terminal, and taking the subway into work from there. I made it into the office around... Noon or so.

Given all that went on in the morning, I was pretty tired just when I got into work. This left me being not as productive as I wanted to be. Let's hope I can do a little better tomorrow. :-P
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[Edit: I already received one email about this picture. The person, who wishes to stay anonymous, noted: "Gee, that looks like Yang's hair style back in the 90's". I don't recognize the name, can anyone tell me who "Yang" is?]
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I'm idly wondering if I should caption and submit any of these cat pictures to the I Can Has Cheezburger site.

Any thoughts? Suggestions for captions? :-)
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While searching for "odds of a plane crash" on Google, I came across this article, which talks about surviving a plan crash -- something I find far more useful! In the article, the FAA gives the following 5 tips:

1. Count the number of rows between your seat and the nearest exit. This is because if there is a fire, the cabin will fill up quickly with smoke. Between that and walking hunched over so as not to breathe the smoke, it can be hard to tell where the exit is.

2. Read the safety card. It sounds stupid, but it's recommended anyway. It's not like it is a huge effort to read it.

3. Brace for impact. They FAA suggests that you cross your hands on the seat in front of, put your head against your hands, and hold that position until you are on the ground (or in the water). This reduces the distance your head will travel, and how much damage you suffer. Decelerating from 300 Miles per hour to 0 Miles per hour involves just a bit of force.

4. "Get the fuck out!" Not only do I get to talk trash in this rule, the language used in the rule underscores the importance of getting out of the plane quickly. In the event of a fire, according to the FAA, the seats start to emit poisonous gas after only 20 seconds. At 50 seconds, the FAA uses the lovely term "gas chamber" to describe the cabin. And at 90 seconds, a flashover happens. At nearly 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit, anyone inside WILL become a crispy critter.

5. Run like hell. After getting out, the FAA warns that, "It's going to become a very lethal environment". With thousands of gallons of burning fuel, bits of twisted and jagged metal all over the place, and an impending explosion from the flashover that's about to happen, the plane and the surrounding area is about to become a war zone. You don't want to be there.

I hope you all found this informative, or at least amusing.

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