Oh dear, the merlot all over Chevy Chase's white tux? Those poor golfers in the morning -- if the grounds crew hadn't raked the traps they might have fainted at the sight of all that perfectly good wine dyeing those white grains of sand!
(As you can see, med. time has come and gone and I feel fine! Thanks ever'body for your well wishes and care)
Not fun at all! Incredible how completely unhelpful the staff was -- usually if someone gets hurt on a commercial property they're all over you hoping not to get sued. Idiots!
On an almost-related note, I was at a nighttime picnic/party/concert on a golf course once. With no moon in the night sky, the only light coming from the stage, and walking around with and drinking from open bottles of merlot, I tumbled into sandtraps twice that evening...no warning that they were there until I was eating sand.
No injuries, thankfully, but the red wine all over my white clothes (long story) made a very scary sight. "Hey, are you ok? Are you bleeding? Are you sure you're ok?"
Get well soon...
Oh dear, dear, dear...
Trouble indeed, so sorry to hear this.
Awww 100 things to say but 0 time now.
Get some rest, breathe and heal thyself.
Gotta go to work but will be back.
Calcium and bone nutrients for your diet.
Milk, cheese, ice cream and green leafy
veggies will help you.
Big OX for your boo-boo.
Love and Light too! Peace and Joy!
And thanks for your well wishes, Mr. Dean. I fell down a newly graded cart path still muddy from the changing seasons. Ironically, this new cart path was meant to replace an old one that leads down a ridge at a 7% grade that even golf carts were sliding sideways on. Go figure. They should have roped the damn thing off!
To add insult to injury (Boy, is that an apt expression in this context) when I started yelling to a worker on the course he ignored me until I painfully hobbled over to him. He was looking right at me when I went down like a ton of bricks, claimed he didn't see me or hear me yelling at him. He then gives me a ride in the cart to the clubhouse. When I went in and asked to wash my hands the cashier told me to use the downstairs bathroom, even though there was a sink right behind her! When I asked the greens-keeper for the course to cover the deductible on my health insurance he told me he wasn't giving me any money! Then he wanted to interview me for the accident report. I told him I was in horrible pain and drove myself to the emergency room (an ambulance ride in this sorry berg costs $660).
At the emergency room the doctor grilled me three times on the circumstances of my accident, the nurse twice... They finally relented when x-rays showed I had a broken leg. How freaking ridiculous is that?? When I called the golf course and asked to speak to their lawyer they said: "Don't worry, we've already filed a claim with our insurance company and you'll be getting a call from the adjuster soon". Obviously they talked to each other.
I feel like somebody beat me up and my foot hurts horribly the last two hours before I can take my pain med again. This really sucks. Yeah, I broke my leg playing golf and I hope nobody else ever has to go through what I just had to go through!
You're admitting to a golfing injury? A broken leg yet? Oh my!
Heal well and quickly, and take advantage of the "down" time as best you can.
Ahhhh man, I dunnooooh!
I broke my leg yesterday playing golf and now I'm laid up in the house singing along with "Roses" from the fabled Providence show in '74. I'm so fucked up on painkillers that I can't even get into the bottle.
Man, it sucks getting old. This is the first time I ever broke a bone in my body and let me tell you it's no fun. So I get time off and get to listen to a lot of tunes and read a lot and that's all good. But I have to take a shower with one foot on the floor. Try that some time, it's real fun.
All of my friends come to see me last night. I was laying in my bed and frying. Just saying... Another day in the life!
PiHKAL & TiHKAL
I've always been a bigger fan of Uncle Fester. More practical you know.
Most research chemicals were invented by one man, Californian biochemist Dr Alexander Shulgin, 78. As an expert witness and adviser to the US Drug Enforcement Agency, he held a license permitting him to study psychoactive drugs. Over decades, he created hundreds of new mind-altering compounds and then tested them on himself and a small coterie of fellow "psychonauts". The recipes for more than 170 of his materials were published in two biochemical cookbooks in the 1990s and now form the backbone of the research chemicals industry.
Anybody out there know the name of those two books?
~ Don't wanna buy it, just want to rent for a minute or two. ~
..but there may be some competition
Lots of folks who post here like to talk about being close to the stage during GD shows. I remember that people had all kinds of favorite places near the stage. Not only in front of the stage, but on all sides. Did you ever notice the collective and individual noises coming from the various non band members during the show? I have. It was always different, some times more noticeable than at others, but always there. It definitely had a character of it's own.