[bpower]

He made 650k from Notre Dame last year, five years after they fired him, and two years after the Huskies fired him.

I\'m really reevaluating my career choices up to this point.  I should\'ve chosen a profession with guaranteed contracts.

[bpower]

He made 650k from Notre Dame last year, five years after they fired him, and two years after the Huskies fired him.

I\'m really reevaluating my career choices up to this point.  I should\'ve chosen a profession with guaranteed contracts.

[bpower]

Uh, someone needs to rewrite your custom board filters to ignore URLs.

Here\'s a redirector link to the article:

http://bit.ly/aB5k3Z

[bpower]

Uh, someone needs to rewrite your custom board filters to ignore URLs.

Here\'s a redirector link to the article:

http://bit.ly/aB5k3Z

[Pastor]

wonder how long they\'ll pay Weis?  Then after Kelly burns out, how long they\'ll have to pay him....there\'s a reason why they call it a golden dome (at least for football coaches)

[Pastor]

wonder how long they\'ll pay Weis?  Then after Kelly burns out, how long they\'ll have to pay him....there\'s a reason why they call it a golden dome (at least for football coaches)

[george]

Uh, someone needs to rewrite your custom board filters to ignore URLs.

Replacing a URL w/ a shortened one to protect from the board replacement software is a rite of passage.  

[george]

Uh, someone needs to rewrite your custom board filters to ignore URLs.

Replacing a URL w/ a shortened one to protect from the board replacement software is a rite of passage.  

[slide]

or punishments for mentions of:

Dan the Evil One
Pawloser
Tequila Joe
defenders of Uma
popularizers of FM radio
Lil\' Buddy\'s dink-n-stink offense
Robin\'s Reign of tError
sightings of Wilner on campus
"dream school" to coach
h-u-g-e
etc

[slide]

or punishments for mentions of:

Dan the Evil One
Pawloser
Tequila Joe
defenders of Uma
popularizers of FM radio
Lil\' Buddy\'s dink-n-stink offense
Robin\'s Reign of tError
sightings of Wilner on campus
"dream school" to coach
h-u-g-e
etc

[jacketree]

Funny. I like watching Uma Thurman (waaaaaaaay more than Dana and the rest of those nutjobs on Whisteria Lane) and sure enough as I type, I am home from work (when I really need to be at work), listening to Elvis Costello and the Sugarcanes, staring down a bottle of Percocet as I gainfully attempt to pass a 4.5mm kidney stone.  ETA forever :\'(.  But like childbirth, the second one does seem easier.  I even had the same ER room and attending at Mills.  ("You again?"  \'Hey, it\'s been ten years...\') I can\'t exactly remember what prompted the first punishment, but T Willy was in charge and coming off a Rose Bowl.  Must be all the FM radio.

And since I probably won\'t be passing another stone until 2020 or so, who is Dan? Mike Pawlawski is a good television commentator and nice guy based on two brief conversations; and Joe Kapp seems alright and used to make good pizza in Mtn. View.  I laugh at the software gods!!    

I\'m a little spaced out right now :-?  Daytime TV sux - glad I have a job.


Yeah, sorry.

[jacketree]

Funny. I like watching Uma Thurman (waaaaaaaay more than Dana and the rest of those nutjobs on Whisteria Lane) and sure enough as I type, I am home from work (when I really need to be at work), listening to Elvis Costello and the Sugarcanes, staring down a bottle of Percocet as I gainfully attempt to pass a 4.5mm kidney stone.  ETA forever :\'(.  But like childbirth, the second one does seem easier.  I even had the same ER room and attending at Mills.  ("You again?"  \'Hey, it\'s been ten years...\') I can\'t exactly remember what prompted the first punishment, but T Willy was in charge and coming off a Rose Bowl.  Must be all the FM radio.

And since I probably won\'t be passing another stone until 2020 or so, who is Dan? Mike Pawlawski is a good television commentator and nice guy based on two brief conversations; and Joe Kapp seems alright and used to make good pizza in Mtn. View.  I laugh at the software gods!!    

I\'m a little spaced out right now :-?  Daytime TV sux - glad I have a job.


Yeah, sorry.

[slide]

j\'tree, I am with you on the Uma-Dana "debate."  we\'ll have to be ever more wary of the board babalorisha.

Dan the Evil One = Dan Marino.  

and j\'tree, good luck with the stones and the recovery!

[slide]

j\'tree, I am with you on the Uma-Dana "debate."  we\'ll have to be ever more wary of the board babalorisha.

Dan the Evil One = Dan Marino.  

and j\'tree, good luck with the stones and the recovery!

[fullmetal]

Pain assessment is always simply, "on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst pain in your life, how much pain are you in?"

Answers of 10 are widely regarded as unreliable unless kidney stones are involved.

[fullmetal]

Pain assessment is always simply, "on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst pain in your life, how much pain are you in?"

Answers of 10 are widely regarded as unreliable unless kidney stones are involved.

[slide]

USB, actually paid Willingham more last year to not coach than they paid FatCharlie to coach.  in some respects, pretty smart move.

http://www.chicagobreakingsports.com/201...urces.html

[slide]

USB, actually paid Willingham more last year to not coach than they paid FatCharlie to coach.  in some respects, pretty smart move.

http://www.chicagobreakingsports.com/201...urces.html

[Redrum]

No, really.  As a veteran of 3 over 20 years, I feel your pain.

The first hit during a departmental meeting.   My colleagues later said  that I sort of went pale (paler than normal) in mid-sentence, mumbled something about "this meeting is over" and went home.

Not sure the second time is easier.   The pain is the same,  you just know what it is, so you don\'t have the additional fear about some alien larva busting out through your abdomen...although that might be a relief compared to a kidney stone.  

Save me a percocet and we\'ll party!

[Redrum]

No, really.  As a veteran of 3 over 20 years, I feel your pain.

The first hit during a departmental meeting.   My colleagues later said  that I sort of went pale (paler than normal) in mid-sentence, mumbled something about "this meeting is over" and went home.

Not sure the second time is easier.   The pain is the same,  you just know what it is, so you don\'t have the additional fear about some alien larva busting out through your abdomen...although that might be a relief compared to a kidney stone.  

Save me a percocet and we\'ll party!

[CowboyIndian]

Can\'t you make jewelry out of them or something? The kidney stones..not the percoset.

[CowboyIndian]

Can\'t you make jewelry out of them or something? The kidney stones..not the percoset.

[bpower]

From an anthropological perspective, I am delighted (and confused!) at the way this thread has turned.

Uma Thurman?  Kidney stones?  Finding common cause with ostensible Pac-10 rivals over the worst coach in the history of my alma mater?  This may be the best forum thread I\'ve ever started.

[bpower]

From an anthropological perspective, I am delighted (and confused!) at the way this thread has turned.

Uma Thurman?  Kidney stones?  Finding common cause with ostensible Pac-10 rivals over the worst coach in the history of my alma mater?  This may be the best forum thread I\'ve ever started.

[bpower]

And we haven\'t even gotten to the Civil War yet.

You guys cover UO/OSU?!

Or are you talking about the actual civil war?

[bpower]

And we haven\'t even gotten to the Civil War yet.

You guys cover UO/OSU?!

Or are you talking about the actual civil war?

[Redrum]

Although our resident advocate for  Nathan Bedford Forrest as General of the Decade  and for everything about Mississippi in general (small g)  has pretty much conceded the field of battle,  so we haven\'t had a good free-for-all on  topics like "Gen. Grant: World\'s most prodigious producer of corpses or mere drunken wasterel?"  in a long time.

[Redrum]

Although our resident advocate for  Nathan Bedford Forrest as General of the Decade  and for everything about Mississippi in general (small g)  has pretty much conceded the field of battle,  so we haven\'t had a good free-for-all on  topics like "Gen. Grant: World\'s most prodigious producer of corpses or mere drunken wasterel?"  in a long time.

[Pastor]

Though we do have a police beat reporter for UO/OSU.

[Pastor]

Though we do have a police beat reporter for UO/OSU.

[Embo]

as I type, I am home from work (when I really need to be at work), listening to Elvis Costello and the Sugarcanes, staring down a bottle of Percocet as I gainfully attempt to pass a 4.5mm kidney stone.  

Yeah, sorry.

I knew somehow that jacketree and redrum were my brothers  ... and now I know why.  

I typed up half a post last night about my own kidney stone, thought it was too disgusting for public consumption, and deleted it.  Now that redrum has chimed in with his story, what the hell, here goes:  

I am usually in very good health.  Strongest med I previously ever had taken in my life was a tylenol with codeine when I had my wisdom teeth removed, and I think I took only one.  Last year, I was at work, and abruptly felt this sharp little twinge in the middle of my back.  I thought, did I just pull something?  In just a few minutes I was sweating heavily and the nurses around me were insisting I go to the ER.  I declined, saying I just had some back pain, but when the pain hit 10/10, I relented.  (The nurses later told me I did not look good - at all.)  I was panting and puking as I hit the ER - just ten minutes after the onset.  I got morphine for the first time, and repeat doses didn\'t even touch the pain.  My EKG was worrisome (in retrospect, the EKG changes were due to the sheer stress of my pain) so I was whisked for a cardiac cath (interesting experience, and normal) and then a CT (to look for an aortic dissection, what I was really worried about.)  The CT showed the stone.

I was fortunate in that a urologist on our staff came over, gave me the options, and scheduled me for a ureteroscopic laser lithotripsy.  It was quick and neat - I went under in the OR and awoke in recovery with the urologist showing me the stone in a specimen jar.  

Before you feel shortchanged, jacketree, let me tell you the further details.  When I awoke from anesthesia, I saw for the first time the skinny plastric string coming out the end  of my you-know-what.  (Because the stone was in my ureter, and the laser can cause some swelling, a temporary stent is placed into the ureter to keep it patent.  The string is there for the removal of the stent.)   Juust imagine how the end of my pecker felt when the string got caught on my clothes (lots of "ooooh!!" moments, so I would walk carefully and bowlegged.)  When I first got home, I peed - and I nearly fainted when I saw I passed a clot.  (No sympathy from my female colleagues with this story - "Hey, we pass clots every month.")   As I mentioned, the stent was temporary - and it needed removal three days later.  The removal was by pulling the string and hence the stent, from my ureter through my bladder through my urethra.  It wasn\'t a pain but an extremely bizarre, uncomfortable sensation.  Let\'s just say even Dick Cheney wouldn\'t allow it as an interrogation technique.

Hope you are feeling better, jacketree.

Okay, who have I offended?  ;)

[Embo]

as I type, I am home from work (when I really need to be at work), listening to Elvis Costello and the Sugarcanes, staring down a bottle of Percocet as I gainfully attempt to pass a 4.5mm kidney stone.  

Yeah, sorry.

I knew somehow that jacketree and redrum were my brothers  ... and now I know why.  

I typed up half a post last night about my own kidney stone, thought it was too disgusting for public consumption, and deleted it.  Now that redrum has chimed in with his story, what the hell, here goes:  

I am usually in very good health.  Strongest med I previously ever had taken in my life was a tylenol with codeine when I had my wisdom teeth removed, and I think I took only one.  Last year, I was at work, and abruptly felt this sharp little twinge in the middle of my back.  I thought, did I just pull something?  In just a few minutes I was sweating heavily and the nurses around me were insisting I go to the ER.  I declined, saying I just had some back pain, but when the pain hit 10/10, I relented.  (The nurses later told me I did not look good - at all.)  I was panting and puking as I hit the ER - just ten minutes after the onset.  I got morphine for the first time, and repeat doses didn\'t even touch the pain.  My EKG was worrisome (in retrospect, the EKG changes were due to the sheer stress of my pain) so I was whisked for a cardiac cath (interesting experience, and normal) and then a CT (to look for an aortic dissection, what I was really worried about.)  The CT showed the stone.

I was fortunate in that a urologist on our staff came over, gave me the options, and scheduled me for a ureteroscopic laser lithotripsy.  It was quick and neat - I went under in the OR and awoke in recovery with the urologist showing me the stone in a specimen jar.  

Before you feel shortchanged, jacketree, let me tell you the further details.  When I awoke from anesthesia, I saw for the first time the skinny plastric string coming out the end  of my you-know-what.  (Because the stone was in my ureter, and the laser can cause some swelling, a temporary stent is placed into the ureter to keep it patent.  The string is there for the removal of the stent.)   Juust imagine how the end of my pecker felt when the string got caught on my clothes (lots of "ooooh!!" moments, so I would walk carefully and bowlegged.)  When I first got home, I peed - and I nearly fainted when I saw I passed a clot.  (No sympathy from my female colleagues with this story - "Hey, we pass clots every month.")   As I mentioned, the stent was temporary - and it needed removal three days later.  The removal was by pulling the string and hence the stent, from my ureter through my bladder through my urethra.  It wasn\'t a pain but an extremely bizarre, uncomfortable sensation.  Let\'s just say even Dick Cheney wouldn\'t allow it as an interrogation technique.

Hope you are feeling better, jacketree.

Okay, who have I offended?  ;)

[Leftcoast]

I\'m not OFFENDED but I now live in fear of getting a kidney stone.   Embo\'s story has my cringing in painful empathy and sitting with my legs crossed.  

Is this an inevitable part of my future storyline or can I duck this scene?  

[Leftcoast]

I\'m not OFFENDED but I now live in fear of getting a kidney stone.   Embo\'s story has my cringing in painful empathy and sitting with my legs crossed.  

Is this an inevitable part of my future storyline or can I duck this scene?  

[dabigv13]

Holy hell, I am going to start drinking gallons of water everyday. Removing a stent from your ureter, through the urethra...I\'m instinctually curling into a fetal position right now.

[dabigv13]

Holy hell, I am going to start drinking gallons of water everyday. Removing a stent from your ureter, through the urethra...I\'m instinctually curling into a fetal position right now.

[pefloresjr]

I\'m offended because you guys just made me cry like a little girl just reading about this.
I need to fly home for a reassuring hug from my mom . . . and a gallon of water.  :-/

Cheers,
Pete F.

[pefloresjr]

I\'m offended because you guys just made me cry like a little girl just reading about this.
I need to fly home for a reassuring hug from my mom . . . and a gallon of water.  :-/

Cheers,
Pete F.

[jacketree]

to be home like a complete unknown and pass a kidney stone......?

(apologies to Mr. Robert A. Zimmerman)

Thanks for all the well wishes.  One thing about passing a stone; as soon as it hits the bladder, it is as if nothing happened.

I passed a stone in May 2000 and a second yesterday, so I might just camp outside the ER in May 2020.

There does seem to be a brother/sisterhood of stone passing.  Embo\'s tale is particularly harrowing. Yeah, no thanks on that.

The number of commiserates on my second wish-I-was-stoned-free experience was long.  The guy at the ER desk (he\'s passed nine as he cheerily told me while I dumped the contents of my wallet on his desk looking for an insurance card); the nurse/angel pushing hydromorphone and toradol into my IV; my family doctor\'s receptionist; and my substitute family doctor today.  He\'s passed two and the story of his first was pretty entertaining. (Infants; driving himself to the ER; standing outside his car door doing the Kidney Stone shuffle -- you know the one; the half-stooped, full-wretch, \'Oh Sweet Jesus\' rag / Lindy hop at a long red light.)

My two stones were remarkably similar, besides just being jagged pieces of calcium oxalate ripping through a tiny ureter.  Both started as a twinge in my left back at 2 a.m.  (The second involved waking from a dream where I was trying to deflect boulders coming out of the West Portal tunnel in SF - guess where the dinner I would lose in less than 12 hours was?)  The pain escalates rapidly and starts moving from back around to the front in spirals.  I bet lightening bolts were coming out of my back too.  You can see why here. This is about the size of my first stone:



To echo Redrum, the second time I knew what it was (well I thought I knew; and it turns out I was right, but more on that later) and while the prospects weren\'t really enticing, they were better than the first time, when I thought I was dying.  And that would have been a real mess at work, which is where I was headed until Mrs. Jacketree dragged my sorry butt and kidneys to the ER.

The second time I suffered by myself in the bathroom until the timing was right to wake up the kid before we left so he would make his 7 a.m. football workout (otherwise he\'d sleep through until we got back from the hospital), allow my wife to call in to her hospital before it was too late [4:30], and beat the morning Mills rush. I had the ER to myself.

I knew the drill.  Writhe in the car waiting for stoplights with no one coming.  Hobble into the ER (they saved my room), and wait for the sweet nectar of pain relief and anti-nausea drugs pulsing through my right hand.  The latter didn\'t work as well this time (ref. Philly Cheesesteak tossing), but the other drugs dialed down my pain from 7 (\'cause I\'m a faux tough guy and 10 - \'the pain of having your arm ripped off\' (woa! that sounds a lot worse; besides I once suffered 25 broken bones in my leg, ankle and foot and that was indeed worse than the stone. I\'d give that a 9 because while my foot was spun 270 degrees, it was still attached) to 2 until the stone started moving again - nothing gets rid of that pain; but at least narcotics numb the rest of my body and it seems better than freaking out in my own bathroom.  A CT scan interrupted only by a malfunctioning fire alarm -- Jerome actually wheeled me back out and half way through the lobby before we realized there was no fire, and I\'m discharged to more or less peacefully pass the stone at home before dinner. At which time I managed to keep down some Jiff.  The nausea really hung around this time.

**PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT**

Drink lots of water. Citrus fruits are supposed to help too.  Calcium isn\'t evil.

But drinking lots of water doesn\'t make you immune to kidney stones.  They AREN\'T something to tough out at home. My attending ordered the CT because she was worried about a possible aortic dissection and once I heard that, I stopped apologizing for wasting their time and puke bags.

[jacketree]

to be home like a complete unknown and pass a kidney stone......?

(apologies to Mr. Robert A. Zimmerman)

Thanks for all the well wishes.  One thing about passing a stone; as soon as it hits the bladder, it is as if nothing happened.

I passed a stone in May 2000 and a second yesterday, so I might just camp outside the ER in May 2020.

There does seem to be a brother/sisterhood of stone passing.  Embo\'s tale is particularly harrowing. Yeah, no thanks on that.

The number of commiserates on my second wish-I-was-stoned-free experience was long.  The guy at the ER desk (he\'s passed nine as he cheerily told me while I dumped the contents of my wallet on his desk looking for an insurance card); the nurse/angel pushing hydromorphone and toradol into my IV; my family doctor\'s receptionist; and my substitute family doctor today.  He\'s passed two and the story of his first was pretty entertaining. (Infants; driving himself to the ER; standing outside his car door doing the Kidney Stone shuffle -- you know the one; the half-stooped, full-wretch, \'Oh Sweet Jesus\' rag / Lindy hop at a long red light.)

My two stones were remarkably similar, besides just being jagged pieces of calcium oxalate ripping through a tiny ureter.  Both started as a twinge in my left back at 2 a.m.  (The second involved waking from a dream where I was trying to deflect boulders coming out of the West Portal tunnel in SF - guess where the dinner I would lose in less than 12 hours was?)  The pain escalates rapidly and starts moving from back around to the front in spirals.  I bet lightening bolts were coming out of my back too.  You can see why here. This is about the size of my first stone:



To echo Redrum, the second time I knew what it was (well I thought I knew; and it turns out I was right, but more on that later) and while the prospects weren\'t really enticing, they were better than the first time, when I thought I was dying.  And that would have been a real mess at work, which is where I was headed until Mrs. Jacketree dragged my sorry butt and kidneys to the ER.

The second time I suffered by myself in the bathroom until the timing was right to wake up the kid before we left so he would make his 7 a.m. football workout (otherwise he\'d sleep through until we got back from the hospital), allow my wife to call in to her hospital before it was too late [4:30], and beat the morning Mills rush. I had the ER to myself.

I knew the drill.  Writhe in the car waiting for stoplights with no one coming.  Hobble into the ER (they saved my room), and wait for the sweet nectar of pain relief and anti-nausea drugs pulsing through my right hand.  The latter didn\'t work as well this time (ref. Philly Cheesesteak tossing), but the other drugs dialed down my pain from 7 (\'cause I\'m a faux tough guy and 10 - \'the pain of having your arm ripped off\' (woa! that sounds a lot worse; besides I once suffered 25 broken bones in my leg, ankle and foot and that was indeed worse than the stone. I\'d give that a 9 because while my foot was spun 270 degrees, it was still attached) to 2 until the stone started moving again - nothing gets rid of that pain; but at least narcotics numb the rest of my body and it seems better than freaking out in my own bathroom.  A CT scan interrupted only by a malfunctioning fire alarm -- Jerome actually wheeled me back out and half way through the lobby before we realized there was no fire, and I\'m discharged to more or less peacefully pass the stone at home before dinner. At which time I managed to keep down some Jiff.  The nausea really hung around this time.

**PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT**

Drink lots of water. Citrus fruits are supposed to help too.  Calcium isn\'t evil.

But drinking lots of water doesn\'t make you immune to kidney stones.  They AREN\'T something to tough out at home. My attending ordered the CT because she was worried about a possible aortic dissection and once I heard that, I stopped apologizing for wasting their time and puke bags.