Hil, is it completely out of line to go to an urgent care facility?

(((((Hil)))))

Deena!

I just made an appointment for Tuesday, the day that the doctor I like is supposed to be back at Student Health.

Because out here in the West, you still have a LOT of people who hunt for game for food purposes. We used to watch a guy's chickens and get deer meat in exchange. (I have noticed that progressives in the Western US seem to have differing opinions on guns than progressives east of the Rockies.)

My mother, who is one of the most pacifist, live-and-let-live people I know, owns a shotgun and brings it whenever she takes a solo flight or any flight that will take her more than 2 miles outside the airport flight path. (Yes, my mother is a bush pilot.) She's never shot it, it's never even been taken out of the case except to check on its maintenance, but it's there. Hopefully, she'll never need it.

Hil, I hope the doctor can help. You must be so frustrated.

Huh. The internet tells me that progesterone can increase joint laxity. Looking at the calendar, I'm pretty sure that this round of flare-ups started pretty soon after I started taking Yaz. Definitely something I need to ask the doctor about, once I actually get to see the doctor.

Huh. I'm on Yaz too. I should look into that, but Yaz really does keep me from wanting to kill people once a month.

Happy Birthday, Fay!!!

I say ban guns, legalize drugs.

That is my bench. I have shot a rifle. I shot like I bowl -- First shot /bowl is perfect. After that I come no where near where I think I am aiming. I think I would do better useing a bowling ball as a defensive weapon.

I get hunting for food, and why juliana's mom needs to carry a gun. And most of the hunters I know are fairly strong environmentalist. However, going to Argentina to hunt birds -- seems unnecessary.

My dad helped keep food on his family's table as a teenager through hunting. He usually didn't shoot the deer. He was a guide to a bunch of men from Below the Straits (now known as "Below the Bridge," i.e., the lower peninsula of Michigan) in his family's woods during deer season. They'd shoot the deer for trophies, take the antlers and sometimes the skin, and both pay dad and give him the rest of the deer. It was a good gig for a 14 year old in the middle of the Great Depression.

Dad knew how to handle a rifle, and owned one that he rarely used. But when I was old enough to know it was in the house he took me to visit a family friend who was also a sheriff, and they showed me how to handle the rifle and a couple of handguns. Curiosity cured and I can probably avoid shooting my foot off by accident. I still wouldn't want one unless I was planning on killing my own dinner, though. I just don't have a need, so I don't see the point of having something that dangerous in my home.