I had to read the comic several times (and then the comments) to find what word ‘tator found offensive. I thought at first it was “moronic” as ’moron’ was once a medical definition that got applied so often as an insult to people of average intelligence for acting non-intelligently that it was dropped by most people as a term for a certain level of very low IQ.
I took ‘spastic’ to be a play on words for plastic and spackle, never having heard the word used anyway other than it’s medical usage (as in spastic colon or spastic pyloric sphincter-something I have).
I’ve never heard ‘spastic’ used as a pejorative term for people with cerebral palsy. I have read medical descriptions of people with CP having spastic muscle movements. Spastic is an adverb not a noun.
I love the line “Idiots don’t know when to give up.” So true in so many situations.
I have a friend with COPD, he said after his initial panic the first time he put a mask on, he did a bit of what he called “thoughtful breathing” and discovered it wasn’t intolerable. Another friend with different, but just as serious, breathing problems said basically the same thing. They both said that some types of masks are easier to use than others, but neither said which type they prefer.
Have you tried different sorts of masks? I get kind of claustrophobic using the cloth kind that fits right on your lips and squishes your nose. So my son is using his 3D printer to make a soft plastic type ( sort of like this one – https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4273774 – but with reusable filters. I tried on the mask, it felt much less like someone trying to smother me than the usual cloth type. We are waiting for the filters (and the elastic) to arrive for a full trial run. Hopefully it will be better for me than the other types. He’s made them for the menfolk of the household that should provide better coverage for their bearded faces (Hubby has been trimming his beard very short so his cloth mask fits more snugly, son has a full Hagrid beard that he won’t trim.)
My younger sister broke her forearm jumping out of a swing. She used to jump out of swings at the top of the arc all the time but this time she was much higher than she thought she was (it was one of those extremely tall swing sets you used to see in public parks, not the shorter ones like at the school playground.) She said she remembers thinking “Why am I not on the ground yet?”
I saw her still airborne from across the park and started running to her. When I got there she was huddled on the ground just muttering, “too high, too high.” Two younger siblings were standing there crying, I sent them off to get mom who was at the duck pond with our youngest brother. I was very level-headed and not panicking (I was about 15, sis was 10 or so), saying all the comforting things. A very pregnant lady with a toddler in tow, came running up and said “Can I help?” and sat down next to sis and took my place. I sat down by a tree and promptly fainted. Then Mom showed up, took over for the PG lady. Lady sat down next to me and (briefly) fainted. The city park adjoins the hospital grounds, so we just had to walk sis to the ER (by then I had stopped fainting because I had 3 kids to watch over while Mom was busy). As soon as she turned sis over to the ER nurse, Mom sat down in a chair and fainted. Sis didn’t faint or cry through the whole thing. (She did get very light-headed 6 weeks later when the doctor used a saw to cut the cast off).
Excellent posts, Diane. Clear, concise, and accurate.
Yup. My hubby once hung all the sheets and blankets on the line. Just once. I think my sneezing and sniffling kept him awake all night. I rewashed everything the next day and used the dryer.
Sounds like a place I would not want to live. Home Owner Associations would drive me nuts with their seemingly arbitrary rules. I have enough trouble with my rural township’s zoning ordinances. I can see why the township limits the number of non-functioning cars one can have in the yard and makes you get an OK from the nearby neighbors to keep chickens, but I really don’t understand an HOA that tells you what kind of plants you can’t grow in your front yard (I know someone who had to move his tomato plants to his back yard patio because vegetables are not allowed in front yards).
My mother (who just turned 93) has often remarked on how much easier is was for her to do the laundry in ‘modern times’ (1960s), not like it was when she did the family laundry when she was kid. Though she also says that she will not consider the appliances to be ‘automatic’ washers and dryers until they fold the sheets and sort socks themselves.
I have an iron. I use it to press seams open when I’m sewing.
My husband at one time ironed his own shirts – with his own iron that he bought when he couldn’t find mine in the laundry room where he thought it belonged. It was in the sewing room, where I used it. He eventually discovered that taking the shirts out of the dryer while still slightly damp then hand smoothing them works nearly as well as ironing.
This was the theme for our Vacation Bible School a few years ago.