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Friends.. let’s talk about…

Okay, there is no way to be delicate about this subject. It’s a touchy one that has many people with strongly held beliefs.

What I am talking about is ‘bathroom etiquette’. Yup, poop and pee! There is such a lack of consideration here. I ask you, when you leave the bathroom, should there be paper towels all over the floor? Pee sprinkles on the toilet seat? Poop lines/spots?

NOOOOOOOOOO! And yet, people defend their right to do these things. Sometime, I marvel at the talent of some people on their ability to ‘decorate’ as they do.

I know for the Women’s restroom, many ‘hover and go’. But why? It’s because they don’t want to get anyone else’s waste on them. Try and think on how this happens. It happens when people ‘hover’ (another name for swinging circles above the potty!) and don’t clean up after themselves. Can we say ‘Self fulfilling’? Yup, I knew you could! You are the very cause of what you are trying to avoid!

Folks, if everyone sat down.. this would not be a problem. Remember…your asses are not sacred!

Oh and guys? If your Woman says she doesn’t fart, and she excuses herself to the bathroom a lot, she is farting! Or she has gastric issues. My point is, yes Woman are delicate.. but we are Human. And Humans are weird! Trust me on this. I am a Woman, I use the Women’s restroom. It’s one of the most ‘musical’ places in all the land!

Now, let’s move on to one last little issue. It’s for all us short gals! After you use the sink, please wipe up any spatters/sprinkles/puddles of water. We short gals can’t avoid them. Then we walk out of the restroom looking like we are lactating! (not a professional look for the office!)

In short… please be tidy! Our clothes and hygiene depend on that.

  • The Head Duckie

The Clumsy Blonde

Okay, we have all heard the jokes about Blondes. I must admit that, I am one of them. And I will  admit to being rather naive, and absent-minded. But I have recently risen to a whole new, astounding level! (Yay me?!)
It has been quite a while since I did any regular exercise. So I got it into my little blonde heart that I would do a bit of light jogging. Now it’s the middle of summer and it is staggeringly hot outside. It would seem to be a better idea to do this ‘workout’ thing inside.
So I began to walk about then picked up to fake jogging (the ball of my feet didn’t leave the floor) to a light jog.  These things I did at home, at work, at the printer/scanner, in front of the TV. Good on me, eh? Well.. no.
You know how it’s advised that you should not start an exercise routine without first consulting your Doctor? Well, please believe me that this is a really good idea.
In my rush to workout, I somehow managed to fracture two bones in my left foot. (again..Yay me?!)
I mean, how does one even go about doing that? I wasn’t doing the high-jump in the Olympics! But I did manage it. And the Doctor I sent to even used his Dad voice on me. “When you come back to get the boot off your foot, we are going to have a talk about what you can do safely without hurting yourself!”
Yeah, so… please be careful out there. Exercise is dangerous to your health!!
Well.. mine at least.

– The Head Duckie

Animal rescue..failure…

Okay, we have all read the stories of people rescuing an animal that they’ve seen. (side of the road, parking lots, roaming the neighborhood). 

Since the loss of my dog Moya, I have been rather sensitive on the issue of loose animals. I have seen dogs loose and running around. If they are in front of a house..I just think they belong there but getting some exercise. 

Let me give you a couple of examples of what happens when I try this:

It was around the Holidays last year. I was helping my Parents to go through the Christmas decorations and put some up. I noticed this medium size dog running around the houses. It had a collar and I had never seen this dog before so I tried to get near it. It barked at me and ran a ways a away. Then turned and barked again. I kept trying to get near it and keep it from the road. It ran, turned and barked. This went on for a bit. I finally went back to the decorations. At one point something fell and that dog had been laying at the corner of the house. It jumped up and barked. Then ran off along the ditch toward the road at the back of the house. I never saw the dog again. I don’t know if he made it to the other side road to the wooded area. Or if he circled about along the road to get home. Or if really bad things happened to him. I still worry.

Today, I was on my way to pick up some take away for dinner. On a road with construction, I see a skinny dog on the side..he has a collar. I circle around to go back. When I pull over, he runs off, back through an opening in the fence to a wooded area. He stops, looks at me. I whistle and make smoochy sounds. He run away to the wooded area and disappears. So I try to back up. Car won’t move. It’s stuck in the mud. The driver side is sunk in up to the bumper. I think if I get out and get something under a tire, I can get some traction. As soon as I stepped out, I sank into the mud. I got back in the car. It took a nice guy with a tow strap and a truck to haul my car out. 

Now all I have is a muddied car, mud caked shoes, and car mat ruined. And that poor dog is still out there somewhere.

When it comes to rescue… I am useless.

– The Head Ducky

Swell

This post won’t be a funny one. It is serious and I mean only to help you or someone you love.

This is a subject that I hope can help others. There is a condition that many have and don’t even know it. It’s called Lymphedema.

Now many experience some swelling here and there. They may even take a water pill for this. And if that helps them then great! However, Lymphedema swelling is very different.

Let’s get some background on what this is.:

In the Human body, fluid (not just blood) flows through it. In this case lymphatic fluid flows down through the extremities and back. With Lymphedema the fluid that flows into the extremities doesn’t all flow back out as it should. It gets trapped and builds. Hense the swelling. This can be due to reasons like Cancer or an injury. There are some cases of Lymphedema running in families. Now if fluid stays too long bad things can happen. Bacteria builds in the fluid and can turn a simple scratch, cut or insect bite into a major infection. This can lead to amputations and even death.

Yeah, all that from swelling. There are some sad truths to know about this condition. There are not that many Doctors that are trained to recognize or treat this condition. So there are many that are going untreated or undiagnosed. And as many Doctors aren’t equipped with the training for this, so many are not being treated accurately. For example some people are given water pills to remove the swelling. Unfortunately, this is one of the worse things you can do with Lymphedema. And only some research is being done to help. (A lot of the research that is being done as part of Cancer research.) But thus far compression is the only real treatment given to us. That’s stockings,wrapping your swelled appendages with a series of special bandages and/or a pump machine. Compression has been used for for so long and it is considered to be the gold standard for treatment. But we need something better. Now, Insurance companies can vary when it comes to treatment but many won’t even pay for the stockings. That is management equipment, and that can run from $60 to over $300. Which the patient has to pay for.

So let’s recap: A condition that many Doctors aren’t trained for, that Insurance companies won’t pay for basic equipment for, and that can lead to limb amputation or death.

You may be asking yourself what is all this to me. Well, I have Lymphedema. It was as a result of a blood clot in my right thigh. (The Doctor I had back then misdiagnosed that too) And it took about 7 years of redness in my leg and swelling that was so tight and painful that it felt like my leg was going to split open, to get me to a Doctor that helped.

I have another link to this condition. My Sister has it. Only she was born with hers. It escalated in her about 4 yrs ago with some sore on her leg. Infection set in and things got…bad. The Doctors did not know how to help her. They considered amputation of her lower leg to stop the spread of infection. Finally one Doctor sent her to a wound care specialist. He knew immediately what to do. It saved her leg and her life.

So I ask this, if you or a family member has swelling of a body part, please see a wound care specialist before you take a water pill. If it’s just a bit of swelling then Yay! But if not, it may just be Lymphedema. The earlier they can catch it the better. So you don’t go through years of pain or go through what my Sister did.

Stoopid Hooman fears

Under this cup is something horrible. I’m not ready to deal with it but I didn’t want it to crawl under the sofa. Welp!

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If you’re wondering what the something is…it’s a scorpion. It was crawling towards where my feet were. It’s like if I step on it, part of it will be on me forever. And it will get me.

#insectfear #sillyhoomanfears

How long until it dies on its own under the cup? #askingfora #whodoIthinkIamkidding #askingforme

I know this isn’t much of a post and one is long overdue, I promise a real one is coming. Until then, thank you for letting me air these weirdo fears.

Now, who will come kill this thing for me? Anyone? Hello? Why are you running away?…

The Head Ducky

(undated:):  After some trial and error (meaning he got out twice), I managed to push a plastic board under the cup and got him to the toilet. I flushed only to find out that the toilet wasn’t flushing! He just kept kinda floating…and swimming, and spinning around..

I buried him under a couple of squares of toilet paper, waited about 10

minutes. Then flushed again. Low … down he went to Davey Jones locker! Or at least the sewage system. Flushed once more, ya know.. just in case. I don’t want a surprise in the morning!

Now that this is over, it has just….made me itchy!! The sight of insects just makes me itchy. Ick and Goodnight Mr. Stingy!

THD

More tidbits

Okay, in a prior post I added a bit about being in town for SXSW. I thought I’d give out some more helpful hints to those coming for this Fest.

There seems to be a common question I see people sending out over the internet sites. I do not recommend asking this question. It’s “What’s the best barbeque in town? And..go!”

This is Texas. This is like asking England which is the best town, Oxford or Cambridge? Or Which Country is better, England or Ireland.

This can cause a wars to erupt. We are a laid back town, but when it comes to the important things, we are very serious. And yes, barbeque is… very… important!

There are so many options in this town for awesome barbeque. There is Salt Lick, Rudy’s, Franklins, Stubbs, County Line..( I love the sausage from Salt Lick, but the brisket from Franklins…Mmmmmm) and so many lessor known places. I recommend the following, it will save lives, save bloodloss and introduce you to some place new!

SXSW is more than just one weekend. It’s several days and chances are you will be in town for the whole thing. Take the time out for one place each day (lunch or dinner, it does not matter for the most part). Try each one. And I think you will find the same thing for you and your friends holds true for what the whole town believes. The best place depends on individual taste.( like this is a such a revelation!) Each of you will have a favorite and it may not be the same one your friends think.

And also try to find time to work in doing the same for some Tex-Mex food. Your favorite may be one of the larger places or a small family place. ( I for one love Garcia’s!) But they are out there!

One more bit of advice, our food here is rich and plentiful. Pace yourself!! It’s really easy to over do it on the food! Trust me, your tummy will be full, happy and thank me for this. (but not actually thanking me, that would be really weird!)

Right.. now that I have been all food-preachy, I will get off the soap-box and leave it over here in this corner. You know, just in case someone else needs it..

And then I had a fire..

Okay, maybe I should explain that I don’t have a fireplace. See, there is a tradition that says that if you burn true bayberry candle(s) at the holidays, you will have good luck. So I have been doing that for a number of years. However this year the holder I used seems to have been plastic and not glass..which it looked like.
Now, don’t get ahead of me here…
I did keep looking over at it while I had it burning. But then at the end it melted one side of the holder. Which cause melted plastic to dribble out onto the end table. Along with the lit wick. And all that caught the table on fire… This was on Christmas Eve.
But wait!! There’s more!
This afternoon I was making a bit of egg and bacon for lunch. It was pretty much done cooking so I turned off the burner and moved the pan off to one side. I got a paper plate (you are getting ahead of me again, aren’t you?!) to begin arranging the food on. I set it down on the stove where the still hot cook surface was. It actually took about 30 seconds before I realized what I did. I got the plate up and in the trash just as the smoke detector went off.

Friends, I do not know why I keep trying to set the house on fire. Perhaps it’s just me being clumsy or me being blonde. Maybe both. I’d like to blame Government thought control. But we all know what it really is.

Aliens!!

The Head Duckie

Silent Night

Hello again,

I know, I know. It’s been about a month since my last post. I kinda have been struggling a bit since the my dog’s death.

I thought that as this is Christmas and everyone must be busy, I would just post a few musings, some tidbits…you know…mind dribbles.

As the new year is almost upon us, that means all the annual events are flying at us at break-neck speed. For example, it will soon be time for South by Southwest (SXSW) again. For those who have been here before and may not noticed it, or those who will be here for the firs time..allow me to offer this bit of assistance. About half of all Austin drivers do not use their turn signals. It’s as if it’s some strange religion that they refuse to believe in. And of those who do use the signals, half of them forget to turn the signals off. Once on, why not just leave it there… eventually you will be turning that direction again. You are just prepared for the next time! So in short…you can’t really believe what people are going to do in their cars. Signal on or off, surprise!! They may just do the opposite! (uhmmmmmm……Yay?!)

Just for clarification here… Austin is not just Hipsters. Yes, there are Hipsters here. But there are also Yuppies, Hippies, Nerds, etc.. We are made up of all types. It’s what helps make us such a truly weird place. For those who doubt our weirdness, please to enjoy one of our unique ways here. While most race cars, dogs, people and horses…we race Ducks. Oh, not real ducks. And no, not radio-controlled ones. The little yellow, rubber bath duckies! Yup! We race bath duckies. See, you pay a fee..get your numbered duckie. They place them all in a netted holding area on Town Lake (now Lady Bird Lake). Then, at the race’s start.. they lift the net and all the ducks float down the lake!

Hey! It’s for charity! We just like to add our own flare to charity fund raising! (told ya we were weird!)

For those who are struggling at the close of this year (or the begining of the new year), please remember to get help. I think I will be doing just that. I have suspected for some time that I have needed …some support. Something. I just have not known how to start. I have asked some on Twitter that I know have gotten assistance. I just have concerns. I know that these are stupid worries. I worry that I will get in and the Doctor will just tell me that I am being a whiny baby. To just get over myself. I worry that my health insurance won’t cover this and that I can’t afford it. Or even worse, that I’ll get there and they will tell me that I need to be locked away! I need to just do this. I know from what others have said, that if the first one I see doesn’t seem to be a good fit or help.. that I can change Doctors. I won’t be vaporized by a ray gun if I do.

I have to say that I hope anyone out there who needs help will ask for it. Please be braver than I am and just do it! Perhaps.. we can be brave together! And together…we can get through this thing called life.

Hugs to anyone who might actually read this. Happy..what ever you celebrate. Or Happy Thursday.

-The Head Duck!

 

Tortured Mind

For the last two weeks I’ve been agonizing over a decision. The only reason I have really been thinking about this is that something changed.

I am talking about my dog. She is geriatric but still eats, pees, poops, and sleeps okay. They say a dog will tell you when it’s time. They stop eating and ‘doing Puppy things in the yard’. In short, their quality of life is gone. This is not the case for Moya.

Now there have been others that have been making ‘whispers’ about that it’s her time. And she does have health problems. But I am worried that if I do, I’d been Euthanizing her too soon. I don’t want to do this too soon. I also don’t want to make this decision too late. But am I doing one of these already? Am I putting this off too long? if you had asked me this about a month ago, I would have said it’s too soon. No reason to kill her because she is old. And well, she is pretty much blind.

However, now she is completely blind. Now blind pets can be okay. They know/learn the layout of the house. However I wonder if she also has Dementia as well. She walks into walls. She seems to be completely confused as to where she is. She gets a bit scared and frustrated then just starts crying for help out. Sometimes in a hallway, she just turns from one wall to the other, oblivious to the openings on each side of her.

She also has arthritis in her spine and hip. She has bad knees. I have her on medicine for this. But in her old age she has gotten crafty in finding the pills and shaking them out of her head.Then she has trouble walking because of pain. Now even on the pills she has some pain. (She is on Tramadol)

And the list goes on. Moya also has some anxiety. She has been taking meds for this too.

With all of this, it means I pick her up and carry her out to potty, then carry her back in. She can no longer find her way. Mostly all she can do is eat, sleep, pee/poos, whines, and cries. She is so unhappy.

She does enjoy pettings and treats.

The questions is.. is she telling me it’s time? Or am I being selfish and letting her go on too long? Is it time now. Before she just stops completely. I have not slept well for the past two nights worrying that I’d do this too soon. Would this make me a ghoul for making this decision now. Or that I am selfish and that she needs relief.

What kind of life is this?

Know this, she is my baby. She is the child I can’t ever have. And I have never had a furry-family-memeber this long. Growing up, we moved a lot. So the one time we had a pet ( a cat named Tiger), we found him a new home long before it was time for a decision. I had hoped that if it was time, she’d go peacefully in her sleep, no pain. And I wouldn’t have to make this decision.

I don’t know what to do. Being an adult sucks!

(Update: RIP Moya Kernigan LeFey 08/09/1999 – 11/22/2014)

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