The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Where did you want to end up?

Well, you've got to lock the chevrons first, of course!

D'OH!! !

And they'll probably not leave it unguarded again!

Someplace pretty, with trees! Western Canada, perhaps...

Okay, that was disappointing. I was pretty excited there for a moment, Gromit.

Hey, Chuck and Duncan and everyone who gave me sites to look up, THANK YOU SO MUCH.

I checked them out, and had a good time wondering if I'd look cooler with the chainlink cane, the Pimp Daddy Cane (wasn't there a rapper called Big Daddy Kane?), or the Dragon Sword Cane, which is freaking awesome!

I picked a clear lucite cane tinted green. I might get a pink one.

Just an update on last week's misery: I was miserable. I was in sobbing pain, and usually I'm a rager. I rant. I don't relate it to pain at first. Does anyone else do that--just know that the body's out of whack, and when the pain is relieved, it's "whew! That was the problem!"

Anyway, I knew I was in pain. Fell apart at my health clinic when I found out my "wonder drug" had been denied after I had been told it had been okayed. Blah. My doc straightened that out, and the drug will come to my door on Tuesday.

I asked for an appointment with my rheumatologist, who visits my clinic once a freaking month and got it Saturday. I went in to Mr. McDreamy (damn he is cute, plus I can make him laugh), and we go over my AGONY. Booger head grabbed my knee like he was squeezing Charmin. I almost leapt off the table. It turns out I have a reactive arthritis in that knee with my RA because of an ACL tear, and he suggested a cortisone shot to get me through to my drug, oh my drug...drug of my dreams...

I almost puked when he said that-sorry. I am not usually squeamish about needles, but the thought of an eight foot long pipe being shoved into my knee suddenly made me sick. Okay, a one inch regular one...but still...

Laughing, I said, "Yes, please," just like a Dickens character because my rational brain said, "What is going to hurt worse than what's going on now?"

He actually said there was nearly a cup of fluid in the joint, and that made it all easy, and actually, it was very, very easy. I was so relieved at how painless the procedure was, I think my blood pressure dropped twenty points when he said he was done. I don't know how one estimates fluid in a knee--big as an apple? A fig? A marble? Don't know.

Zanne, was it you who walked out of your doctor's office marching with your cane? I almost did that.

Again, thanks, guys, for the links. They were fun, and very, very useful!

Metta, Rjaye.

What?! ! There is an evil plot to intimidate me afoot? Don't even try it!! I'll feed your new born to the otters. They're cussed mean. Why, I've even seen them beat clams to death with rocks.

I just had to ask, didn't I?

Rjaye, glad to see you're feeling better. And yes, there was a rapper named Big Daddy Kane

blessedmom: yeah, ya did, have to ask...but I'd a tol' you anyway...(<--this break in the obsessivly correct use of the English language is brought to you by, someone who's daughter just finished her first day of college, and by the letter 'P')

I don't know who the guy is in the picture. It looked like a star gate to me and he disappeared when I pushed him toward the thing. I sure wasn't going first. I figured it was as soon as he disappeared and then I heard him screaming something about my death from the bottom of the pit in front of it. Well it looked like a star gate with the chevrons locked to me.



Really it's a 20 ton piece of glass they were going to make into a mirror for the Hale Telescope in Cali. back in 1934. This one cracked and for that time period was the biggest single pour of glass attempted. When I first saw it as a little kid my folks told me it was to see the stars better. I looked into the hole in the center really hard and didn't see a single star. I was very disappointed. I still look into the hole and I did it a lot. My high school was across the road for a summer school and I wondered the museum way more then anyone normal or that worked there ever should. Lesson learned from failing geometry, pass it the first time or you'll wonder museums for an entire summer. I got a D+ in summer school. But I could bore you to tears with things about glass. Yeah well I did get an A in geometry at Penn Sate, I was a late bloomer. I have forgotten both the glass and the math. I still look for the stars in the center, very cool visual in that darkened room.

I know. I spent years on the professional clam wrestling circuit. The smaller they are, the harder they are. Like Scots.

YIKES!! ! Tell me about it, sheezus. And they're really mean if they have beards. It means they've been around a while and they know the ropes. Yeah them Scots can be vicious.
I never saw an otter with a beard, must be I only saw females.

Good for her! Congratulations. I'll bet you're the proud dad today.

Lurking in the murk as usual......
I called mom on Saturday night and I told her about Wrong Planet, and what it is all
about. She was the first person to suggest I might be autistic or have Asperger's.

I am! Thank you very much! She has worked hard just to come this far.

Hi everyone! Richie invited me to come here. So here I am, crashing the party, but I come bearing chips & guac.

I'm Rachel, and I'm a newbie to the board. I am one of those tentatively self-diagnosed AS peeps, with a confirmed ADD diagnosis for which I do SFA therapeutically. Hell, I'm 51 - if I haven't learned how to circumvent & compensate by now, it ain't gonna happen.

This is such a cool community and I am looking forward to getting to know everyone.

Mmmm.... just felt like some chips.... munch.

Welcome.

Does the "B" stand for "become".

What's a "guac".

Are there any more chips?