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ParticipantIs this wild enough? It was enough to get me divorced 🙂
At the train, Munich by pjern, on FlickrParticipant+1, although I dimly sort of think we had a similar contest a couple of years ago…. or I suggested this theme and it didn’t fly back then. I still like the idea.
ParticipantWell deserved indeed. Congrats aspidites on the firsts in both individual and combined.
Here are this week’s SQ top ten lists. By votes:
Rank UserName Votes
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1 U-Man 847
2 ravnostic 770
3 Ranger Joe 642
4 orionid 631
5 oddmind 600
6 kestrana 589
7 SilverStag 561
8 BecauseISaidSo 552
9 Ennuipoet 549
10 olavf 515By NVC:
Rank UserName NVC
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1 U-Man 451.87
2 ravnostic 418.10
3 Ranger Joe 351.86
4 orionid 348.63
5 oddmind 319.82
6 kestrana 313.96
7 BecauseISaidSo 307.74
8 SilverStag 303.00
9 Ennuipoet 289.13
10 olavf 274.32Why aren’t these lists in the same order?
ParticipantI gotta say, this one is shaping up to be an insta-classic.
ParticipantYou don’t do anything 1/2 assed do you SilverStag?
Nope, I’m pretty much all in, all the time.
ParticipantI’m Back! It’s been a long, strange, and somewhat scary journey.
Driving back home from an overnight stay in Valparaiso, IN, I felt a sort of itchy area on the right side of my neck. I didn’t think much of it, except that the next morning, I woke up with the right side of my neck looking like I was half-Cardassian. Overnight, it started to really hurt, and I got a walk-in appointment the next morning at my VA Clinic.
The nurse practitioner took one look at me and said “Oh, you must be in pain!”
D’oh! I felt like my right side was on fire.
The rest of my visit consisted of being photographed front, right, and center, and displayed to every medical and nursing student my nurse practitioner could lay hands on. It was exactly like being a sentient zoo exhibit. No one there had apparently ever seen as bad a case of shingles. I eventually went home with a bunch of acyclovir, tramadol, and gabapentin. Someone pharmaceutically inclined may divine where this is headed.
I pretty much spent Labor Day weekend on my back on the couch, pumping down acyclovir and tramadol for the pain. This had….unexpected…. effects. By Monday, I was pretty damn sure that the gravity generators below decks were misaligned somehow. Tuesday early morning, I was pretty sure that the living room vector compensators had failed, since my granddaughter was playing with her art supplies on the ceiling. The biker dude in leathers on the couch didn’t seem to find that unusual.
I called the clinic, and they suggested I have myself driven in. My stepdaughter was available and took me down to the hospital. I was fairly weak by the time I was there, and in need of a wheelchair after one short stint in line. I felt like the befuddled wizard going “What is this magic?!”
By the time I was in the hospital for 24 hours, I had completely lost all ability to use my legs. Trying to put weight on them was like trying to stand a watermelon on cubes of jello. Not gonna happen.
After about two days of physical therapy and no progress I started to get pretty disheartened, and confessed to a friend in a call one evening that I felt like a ‘scared little boy’ pretty much. That was probably about my lowest point. The medication changes finally started kicking in, probably the next morning.
A Rheumatologist showed up the next morning with an assortment of needles and enormous syringes, and proceeded to drain about half a Coke can’s worth of yellow stuff out of my knee. It turned out that with all the swings and changes in drugs had somehow allowed a massive case of gout to flare up, which is why my legs were useless. Massive Steroids to the rescue!
Thank goodness I wasn’t actually permanently crippled. It took me three days to learn how to maneuver my butt out of bed and into a wheelchair by myself, and every effort left me exhausted and gasping like a beached puffer fish. I can’t imagine that any other task I needed to learn to do would have been any easier.
A special award to the designers of the newfangled hospital bed with all the anti-bedsore provisions- We’ll call it the De Sade Award for Sleep Deprivation. This bed from hell moves you just a little bit, every 30 seconds if you are lying still. This movement is accompanied by little motors whirring and geartrains and bearings groaning, much like a little etude by Arthur Honegger.
So: Discharge Diagnosis: Orthostatic Hypotension due to drug ADR with a bunch of stuff about gout and Hypothyroidism and Deconditioning AV hallucinations. Woo Hoo!
I’m home and getting my legs back. Thanks for all the kind wishes, y’all.
ParticipantYou’re our fresh meat at the deli counter.
//not that there’s anything wrong with that….
I guess that means I’m last month’s salami…
😀ParticipantFirst off, they’re high key exposures, the overexposure tends to wash out the contrast- it works better with a limited palette of subject colors, imo. There might be a touch of desaturation in Photoshop, but I’m not too sure about that, having seen this done many times with film.
ParticipantWould it have hurt him to use some perspective and lens correction as well? Geez.
Participant…..and, I looked at their website. (I didn’t beforehand because I visited on a spur-of-the-moment wild hair).
They *suggest* using a tripod. D’oh! I had one with me, and left it in the truck. Grar.
ParticipantYeah, I love how they took time and put the effort and craftsmanship into making it look not only functional, but beautiful as well.
I didn’t ask about tripods, I assumed they’d not be allowed due to potential liability issues.
ParticipantThanks to Elsinore for jumping in and doing OBO’s for me this week!
ParticipantWell, I just went by the “.8” on the lens…. ah well.
ParticipantI’m glad I got out of the HDR hole before it got too deep.
ParticipantCongrats to Ranger Joe for the win and to kashari and SilverStag for the tie at 1st in total votes.
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