I worked 11 and 1/2 last night and was on my feet climbing on shit all night. I got no sleep because both legs were hurting bad all night.
At 4 this morning I finally couldn’t take and got up and took some pain relief. Of course that takes a while to start working and I think I finally nodded off about 6 this morning so I am running on fumes.
I also somehow managed to break my fucking phone while thrashing on a machine. I got up early (for me), slammed half a cup of coffee and drove down to get a new phone. I got there about 10 after 10, only to find out this particular store doesn’t open until 11. Came back home, threw down some breakfast and the usual dozen fucking pills and am getting ready to head back down there and then straight to work from there.
Ain’t no rest for the wicked and I’m beginning to think I was Atilla The Hun in a previous life.
I’ll see how I feel when I get home tonight but I already know it’s going to be a long day.
By invoking a National Emergency, Trump is shit canning all of the regulatory strangle holds the Tree Huggers have burdened the Timber Industry with over the last 50 years.
Spotted Owl is on the menu again boys.
BREAKING: President Trump just signed an Executive Order terminating all regulations & processes that delay the production of timber, lumber, paper, bioenergy, and other wood products. It’s time to cut trees and use them to make houses, & other things affordable again. “The United States has an abundance of timber resources that are more than adequate to meet our domestic timber production needs, but heavy-handed Federal policies have prevented full utilization of these resources and made us reliant on foreign producers.”
This is going to trigger a huge economic boom here in Western Washington state, Western Oregon too.
The timber Industry has been wiped out over the last 50 years in these areas.
Companies like Weyerhauser still own hundred of thousands, if not millions of acres of timber in both states.
Modern technology will replace the lumber mills of old and if they fast track the investments it could well be within a year, a burdgeoning new Lumber Industry could see truck loads of logs coming out of the forests bumper to bumper again.
Small lumber towns will be revitalized and shattered economies will spring back to life.
It will also go a long ways towards preventing the monsterous wild fires that have become all too common over the years by thinning over crowded forests and getting rid of the fuel they thrive on.
Lumber prices will come down allowing contractors to start building more affordable homes by the thousands.
Win, Win, Win.
This could be bigger than most people can even comprehend.
I recently received an email from Friend of the Blog Steve up in Canada.
He said I can repost this so maybe it can help someone else.
Hey Hows it going. Eventful day here today. About a year ago wife and I been sleeping in separate bedrooms. Not cause of hating each other but just more comfortable for us in our old age. My dachshund Fritzi always always crashes with me and Charlie the old spaniel sleeps at the foot of her bed. Two nights ago Fritzi crawled into bed with Alissa and I felt a bit out of sorts but ok…
Yesterday morn after her shower she was complaining her left arm was sore. My spidey senses then went up and I asked if we should go to the emergency. She says no its not too bad and she had pains before. First I heard of this but she insisted we do our grocery shop we had planned the night before. Did that …came home…relaxed…I make supper and hit the sack early
This morn she says she had a hell of a time sleeping and her arm is still sore …mabe even worse than yesterday. I told her lets go…off to the hospital.
Sure enuff its a heart attack. Few hours in the small town emerg then a transfer by ambulance to the big city emerg.
When all said and done…no tears to the heart…no surgery needed. Me and my boy just got home but she of course is gonna be in the hospital for a week or so for stabilizing and observance.
Next time my little buddy Fritzi tells me something wrong like what he tried a couple nights ago …Im gonna listen and ….she going to the emerg right away
I keep you posted
Steve in Canehda
I replied that it was some serious paying attention on his part and was glad it turned out OK. he replied to that with this,
Good Morning. Yeah …While working 38 years in heavy construction for various contractors…we were orientated and safety trained up the wazoo at the start of every job. One very high risk job we were told it would be a very good idea to take the St. Johns safety training as well…company would pay for the course and for the hours that we attended. We were taught what to look for… for signs of someone stroking or having a heart attack.
Heart attacks arent always a short or violent instance. My wifes heart attack lasted well over 24 hours and finally stabilized with three sprays of nitro under her tongue. She bitched about the taste and it giving her a headache but she is alive.
Like I said I saw the signs the previous day and I should have acted on them right away but she tuffed it out for another day before I put my foot down and said we going to the emerg NOW. Thankfully she alive.
Laters
Steve in Canehda
PS If you want to post what I sent you yesterday and today on your blog …kind of a public service or special interest thing…go ahead. I know a lot of older guys and gals are readers and commentators so it might serve as a good reminder
Yes, very good advice and since it only takes me a few minutes to copy/paste this, I hope it may help someone else out in the future.
The State Department this week terminated a U.S. Agency for International Development initiative that has invested hundreds of millions of dollars to help restore Ukraine’s energy grid from attacks by the Russian military, according to two USAID officials working on the agency’s Ukraine mission.
Power outages have been applied overnight in some regions of Ukraine due to the attacks on energy facilities. The country’s systems have sustained near-constant impact throughout the course of the three-year war.
“It significantly undercuts this administration’s abilities to negotiate on the ceasefire, and it’d signal to Russia that we don’t care about Ukraine or our past investments,” one USAID official involved in the Ukraine mission told NBC News.
The official continued: “Russia is fighting a two-pronged war in Ukraine: A military one but also an economic one. They’re trying to crush the economy, but USAID has played a central role in helping it be resilient, [including] shoring up the energy grid…We’ve provided vast amount of support to the Ukrainian government to avoid a macro economic crisis.”
Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky arrived at the White House on Friday to meet with President Trump to discuss his rare earth mineral rights proposal.
However, President Trump canceled the joint press conference with Zelensky on Friday afternoon following an explosive Oval Office meeting.
Trump and Vance absolutely lit Zelensky up as he folded his arms and tried to lecture the United States.
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So how’s that little temper tantrum working out for ya Pipsqueak?
This pimple on a flea’s ass is going to find out the hard way that his recalcitrance is going to get him smashed like a bug on a windshield before this is all said and done.
He just pissed Donald Trump off and Trump will go around his ass and the ending will get stuffed down his throat.
Trust me though, there are plenty more where they came from.
Prisoners, including Rafael Caro Quintero, extradited as Mexico faces pressure to show it’s tackling fentanyl trafficking
Thomas Graham in Mexico CityThu 27 Feb 2025 17.51 ESTShare
Mexico has extradited 29 high-level organised crime operatives to the US, as it faces intense pressure from the Trump administration to show that it is tackling fentanyl trafficking.
Among the prisoners sent to the US was Rafael Caro Quintero, the drug lord who was convicted of the murder of an undercover US Drug Enforcement Administration agent in 1985.
The extraditions come as Mexico tries to convince the US to postpone 25% tariffs on all Mexican imports. Donald Trump has tied the tariffs to results on fentanyl trafficking and migration, without setting any specific targets.
Caro Quintero, the former leader of the now defunct Guadalajara cartel, spent 28 years in prison for the torture and murder of Enrique “Kiki” Camarena before being released in 2013 when a court overturned his sentence.
Other big names being handed over to the US include two former leaders of the notoriously violent Zetas cartel, Omar and Miguel Ángel Treviño Morales. They were arrested in 2013, but US authorities had accused them of continuing to run the Cartel del Noreste, the successor of Las Zetas, from prison.
The extraditions come as Mexican delegations visit their counterparts in the US to negotiate another delay of Trump’s tariffs, the deadline for which is 4 March.
This is one of those times, and it is REAL painful.
About 5 years or so ago, I developed a large corn on the bottom of my left foot.
If you have ever had one of these dirty sonsabitches, you know just how painful they can be.
It feels like you are stepping on a rock every time you take a step.
Working in maintenance, in very large industrial warehouse type settings, it is nothing to take many THOUSANDS of steps, every day.
Thus, many thousands of times a day, you get a major dose of pain.
After weeks and months of this, you come to the decision that something needs to be done about this.
In the past, I have used good old fashioned liquid Compound W in combination with the medicated oval foot pad cushions to slowly dissolve the cocksucker.
It’s advertised for using on Warts but it works OK for corns too.
It takes a while but after some time, it kinda turns the skin rubbery and kills it. This makes it so that you can grab it and peel it off.
Successive applications lets you get deeper in and eventually you get enough gone that it quits hurting when you step on it and you are good to go, usually for several months at least.
Recently, this fucking corn came back and after some months I was once again fed up and decided to do it again.
Unfortunately, the bottle I had from the last go round had dried up so I asked The Wifely Unit to snag me some the next time she went shopping. Well, she comes back and said she couldn’t find any of the liquid so she bought this new Freeze It type stuff.
I had my old doctor freeze a wart off one of my fingers years ago so I kinda knew how this worked, or so I thought.
So I open this little kit up and I’m reading the directions and see that you basically stick a Q-Tip in this collet and then stick that onto the bottle and it sprays the Q-tip while it’s covered up so it isn’t just spraying the shit everywhere.
Now comes the fun.
Because this corn is on the bottom of my foot, I can’t see what I’m doing and I didn’t think to ask the Wife to do it for me. So I am basically doing this by Braille.
Instead of just sticking this thing directly on the corn, I kinda swiped it around where it felt like it should go.
Big Mistake.
The next day, I stopped on the way home and got a bottle of the shit I was wanting in the first place, plus some more of the little pads. I then proceeded to wipe a bunch of that shit on the pad and stuck it where it felt like it needed to be,
A couple days go by as I repeat this process and my foot starts REALLY hurting.
So I have the Wife take a look at it and I heard her suck in her breath real quick when she looked at it.
That ain’t a good sign
So because I can’t see what the fuck is going on, I used my phone and took a picture of it.
Umm, yeah.
Whoops.
I fucked up.
Chemically burned the hide right off.
This was a couple weeks ago.
Of course I am having to go to work every day and walk all over the place, it got worse.
And worse,
There is a 1/4 inch deep, infected hole under that mess.
Apparently I dissolved that corn entirely.
Mission accomplished.
I had an appointment with my surgeon because I was having trouble with the incision from the surgery not wanting to heal up at the top because it’s right where the elastic from my underwear and my belt loop area of my jeans was rubbing on it all the time so while I was there I asked her to take a look at it.
It’s finally healed, two months later.
She took one look at it and boy did she get mad!
The thing is infected and she had to drain a bunch of pus out of it and clean it all out.
She’s ranting about gangrene and amputations and shit because it’s on my foot and I have fuck all for blood flow in my legs. The surgery didn’t help that and my condition has actually gotten worse. I can’t even walk half as far as I could before and now my calves start cramping and I’m getting shin splints in my left leg after walking just 20 feet sometimes now.
So she cleans the thing up as best as she can, loads me up with some iodine and tells me to get the crap surgeon’s use to wash up with before surgery to clean it with. Some kind of gel, called cholrhexedrine.
Twice a day, wash it off, put iodine on some gauze and bandage the shit out of it.
She also prescribed some anti biotics, told me to start eating yogurt because they kill the good bacteria in your gut and come back in a week.
Over the course of this last week, this huge sore on my foot is getting more painful by the day. It’s fuckin’ killing me. Of course then it gets infected again. So I am trying to keep this thing cleaned out
That was last week and all this week up to today.
I went to see her today, she takes a look at it, starts poking it and trying to cut dead skin off around it and I am literally coming out of the chair every time she touches it.
This thing is 100% screaming pain at this point.
That’s it she says.
You are going to the Emergency Room.
Oh just fucking great.
In the first place, even with the Crippled Guy license plates, I can never find an open Handicapped parking spot and have to park 100 yards up this damn hill to find a place to park.
I get done with her and then have to go down 3 floors, walk out of the building, hobble 100 yards UP the hill to get to my truck, get in, back that fucker out without hitting anyone’s car, drive down and out, go clear around to the front of the hospital and the circle the entire parking lot 5 times,6 rows deep, trying to find another place to park. Then get out and walk ANOTHER 100 yards up to get into the Emergency Room.
Even with her calling them letting them know I was coming, I was in there 7 fucking hours, with no breakfast. I literally saw 8 different people, had to go back to the waiting room 3 fucking times and wait on them to come get me for the next person and before it’s all said a and done, they did this to me,
Are you fucking kidding me.
More anti biotics, I was told to quit using the gel and the iodine because it was actually not doing anything good for it and to just wash it with soap and water. I’m off work until Monday.
When they kicked me loose at 3:30 in the afternoon after me leaving the house at 9, I then had to hobble all the way back across that parking lot to get back to my truck. That fucking boot made it THREE TIMES more painful to walk than just my regular shoes and by the time I stopped and grabbed a chicken sandwich, drove to the pharmacy to get the pills and got home, I was in so much fucking pain that I almost had to pull over at one point.
The minute I got in the house I took that fucking monstrosity off because between it and all the bandages, it had cut off the circulation to my foot and my toes were completely numb and I had stabbing pain coming out of that wound.
So here I sit, all this bullshit, pain and expense, because I am too stubborn to go see a Podiatrist and have him cut the fucker out.
