Archive for July, 2012

Nostalgia…

July 21, 2012

I was very surprised this morning when a fellow Gottuso (whom I’ve never met) posted this picture on farcebook…

Yep, the boston store in beautiful downtown Utica, New York. It pains me in a way to think that I worked there for a short stint at the age of 18 and although I was legally an adult another 36 years has passed since then. This shot seems to have been taken a bit before the 70s as evidenced by the cars. Those cars were still around in the 70s but they were fewer and farther in between. Nevertheless the cars that were there were yet to be the cars of post-Japanese-car America. Anyway, the Boston Store predated the homogenization of the shopping experience. So, I was a “stock boy” there which didn’t mean that I was put in stocks all day for public humiliation although humiliation was part of the job. This whole nostalgic escapade will serve as a lovely segue into my first brush with hospitals and the medical establishment after my rheumatic fever diagnosis years earlier. Luckily for me, Mr. Fleming’s penicillin had been invented (discovered) prior to the mid-20th century and I recovered only to get appendicitis while in stocks at the Boston Store. I complained to my manager at the time of a severe pain in my abdomen, upon which, I was escorted to the “coat room” for the miracle sensation of the time… bromo seltzer. This made the pain increase and I left to go home early (and I never returned as it turned out). On to Faxton hospital where I was quickly diagnosed with a stomach ache even though me and my Mom ventured to them that appendicitis seemed to make more sense. Nope, we were told and I was given an antiemetic. I asked what it was for and they told me that it would stop my vomiting. I replied that I hadn’t been vomiting. They answered that it would keep me from beginning to vomit. Ten minutes after taking it, I was kissing the porcelain goddess (one of my early brushes with porcelain). They sent us home and my appendix burst inside me during the night. Surgery followed the next day and a Dr. Zwahlen removed most of what was left. I say most of because a week or so later as my recovery was in full swing, I noticed that the wound was swelling. I called a classmate that I knew had had her appendix out and asked if this was what happened to her and she said yes (of course I didn’t actually show her how much bigger it had gotten). Then I was lying on the couch watching TV in my underwear when I felt a warm liquid on my side. *warning: don’t read after this if your are squeamish. I looked down in horror as a milky puss was literally squirting out of a hole at one end of the laceration left by the operation. I ran to the bathroom sink and squeezed that sucker as hard as I could stand and I swear about a cup and a half of that poison liquid drained into the sink. I later found out that if the wound had had just a touch longer to heal and had closed up that the burst of puss would have happened inside my abdominal cavity and I would most likely have died. To add insult to injury and surgery, a followup was scheduled with Dr. Z and as I lie on the table, without warning, he reached down with both hands and grabbed the area where I had been cut and squeezed as hard as he could to make sure that I had gotten it all (and I had). Those were the days. In other news, I’m trying to meet a rapidly approaching deadline. Here’s a bunch of greenware with yet another coat of shellac to go…

Cat Scratch Fever…

July 7, 2012

Just a short post (hopefully) today. I wanted to start with a picture of Mr. Steven Cheek‘s pieces that are in the Dinnerworks show that I didn’t have access to when I did the last post…

Beautiful pots with many many hours of carving. Here’s a video that I had to post. You may remember I did a post recently about the proliferation of cat pictures on FB here. And while I still marvel at this phenomenon regarding our #1 invasive species, this video may help to explain a disease that is spreading across our nation…

Now I’m not so much of a luddite that it hadn’t occurred to me that this might be a joke and if it is, then I believe it’s very funny in a very creepy kind of way, not to mention that the girl should receive an academy award for the performance. But, it seems real to me and for some strange reason it is not difficult for me to believe. In that case, it isn’t funny as much as a bellwether for the downfall of western civilization. Of course she could simply have a bad case of Toxoplasma Gondii which has been revealed in many studies and was on this episode of radiolab. OK, enough of that. Etsy managed to do an upgrade that I really thought enhanced the site. It’s a new “about” page with a scrolling “slide show”. I’ve updated mine here…

Check it out if you get a hankerin’. I decided to grow a beard for the umpteenth time and although I managed to get past the extremely itchy phase, it seems as though that will just result in the ongoing just very itchy phase so off it comes. Plus I was starting to look even more Kentuckian when I smiled my semi-toothless smile. Here’s a shot before shaving and with my power specs with flashlights…

Last but not least, here’s the bug’s latest. Her very own fairy puzzle…

Sayanora.