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And can I ask that we stop talking about the perceived attributes of Emmett's name?
I'll leave it at this: I think of Emmitt Smith, the greatest of all the running backs on the Cowboys, a team far superior to the battery-throwing evil that is the Philadelphia Eagles.
My favorite baseball name? Razor Shines.
You should call and request a pony.
I think my chances are decent.
Never, never, ever pass up keeping painkillers on hand for emergencies unless you already have a stash of a few on hand.
My Flexoril has refills, and I make sure I have an extra bottle on hand, because the moment the scrip runs out will be the moment I'm effectively mobilised by pain.
When my knee was busted, I discovered that I can't take powerful painkillers on a regular basis -- three or four days in, and they stop working. I had doctors around (family) and they'd cut me a new script on demand, insisting that removing the pain NOW was more important, and if I got addicted they'd help me get off -- and if I OD'd, they knew what to tell the EMTs. It was the only way I could make peace with the pills, despite everything the pain was doing to me. Months and months of pain.
I must have missed where the conversation went to drag queen and ass kicking land. Sorry it bothered you, Hec.
For what's it's worth on the Alistair track--one of the--if not *the*--most well liked kids in my graduating class ('85), and I mean that across social clique lines, and among girls and boys both, was named Eugene. Nobody picked on Eugene. He was respected, popular, and genuinely nice.
Names totally depend on the person in question. Cool person = cool name.
I know more than one Alistair. (Working where I do, it's not surprising.) So while it may not be the name of any active Buffista's child, I wouldn't call it theoretical either.
Names totally depend on the person in question. Cool person = cool name.
This is true. There are names I've ended up loving, because I know people by that name, and there are names that have been ruined for me, in just the same way.
It was the only way I could make peace with the pills, despite everything the pain was doing to me. Months and months of pain.I think it is the unknown-ness of this pain that is also wigging me. I don't know what is causing it, so I don't know how to fix it either.
If I blow my hip out, I know that heavy painkillers are called for until I can get the cortisone shot that will work in about 48 hours. It is known.
When that happens, I won't shy from the painkillers until I can get jabbed either because I know how and when the pain will be fixed and go away.
I am also going to make sure I have Flexeril in reserve now that I have discovered. I am grateful that it doesn't make me coma girl and it rocks.
Names totally depend on the person in question. Cool person = cool name.
Absolutely. I knew a guy in college named Marvin. Ever since meeting him, I like the name because he is smart, funny, and kind. Gotta love it.
I am grateful that it doesn't make me coma girl and it rocks.
I envy you. Well, not right now, since I'll need Flexoril for the (unending) flights tonight, and the sleep/pain relief combo is welcomed now. But, normally, very annoying. Still, no pain=good.
I was in snarly angry pissymaking pain (ask around here, folk'll tell ya) for over a year. Close to two, IIRC. If I'd just relaxed and taken the damned pills -- well, it wouldn't have been fun, but every little bit of non-morass of the soul would have been appreciated.
I hope to not have aimless chronic pain again, but more than that, I pray I've worked out how not to compound the misery.
My favorite baseball name? Razor Shines.
That's pretty classic. Enoch Slaughter sounds like the kind of guy you wouldn't want to meet during the filming of Deliverence.
Van Lingle Mungo. You could write a song about a name like that...