For some people.there are 2 meanings to that....
For some people.there are 2 meanings to that....
I know your pain. When we played in the neighborhood, we had no protective gear at all. I got hit in the nose when a batter tipped the ball, and it hit me square in the tip of my nose. The worst was when I was playing catch with my brother in the front yard. We were throwing pretty hard back and forth, enough to burn your hand. Remember my brother had a great arm, and he could really throw hard. So I am catching for him now, and a car drove by. (he was winding up, not just throwing hard) I had no catcher mask on. (I didn't have one) When the car drove by, out of reflex I looked since cars weren't common in our neighborhood back then. As I looked back towards my brother the ball was already right in front of my nose, or so it seemed. I threw my glove up, the ball tipped the top of my glove, and right to my face. Boom, I got the hard ball pitch right to the nose. A fountain of blood shot up into the air. Of course I ran straight to the side door, with a blood trail following my path. My mother nearly fainted. My brother was scared, and so was I. I thought my nose was broken, but it wasn't. If it was, it was just a crack. I got ice on it, and kept my head back for hours. For a while I had to pinch my nose, while I held my head back. It was painful for a few days. I think now they say not to tilt your head back, but I'm not sure. It was so relieving to have a mom at home, so when you got hurt, she could fix it for you. Those were the days of mercurochrome, and alcohol though. We had the bandaids that stuck, not the "ouchless waterproof" kind they have now. It is a wonder we ever survived back then, but we did. I laugh when I think of it now. So yes LA, we do have a lot in common. I am sure we would've been great friends if we grew up in the same place together. We would've had lots of adventures to talk about.
I know your pain. When we played in the neighborhood, we had no protective gear at all. I got hit in the nose when a batter tipped the ball, and it hit me square in the tip of my nose. The worst was when I was playing catch with my brother in the front yard. We were throwing pretty hard back and forth, enough to burn your hand. Remember my brother had a great arm, and he could really throw hard. So I am catching for him now, and a car drove by. (he was winding up, not just throwing hard) I had no catcher mask on. (I didn't have one) When the car drove by, out of reflex I looked since cars weren't common in our neighborhood back then. As I looked back towards my brother the ball was already right in front of my nose, or so it seemed. I threw my glove up, the ball tipped the top of my glove, and right to my face. Boom, I got the hard ball pitch right to the nose. A fountain of blood shot up into the air. Of course I ran straight to the side door, with a blood trail following my path. My mother nearly fainted. My brother was scared, and so was I. I thought my nose was broken, but it wasn't. If it was, it was just a crack. I got ice on it, and kept my head back for hours. For a while I had to pinch my nose, while I held my head back. It was painful for a few days. I think now they say not to tilt your head back, but I'm not sure. It was so relieving to have a mom at home, so when you got hurt, she could fix it for you. Those were the days of mercurochrome, and alcohol though. We had the bandaids that stuck, not the "ouchless waterproof" kind they have now. It is a wonder we ever survived back then, but we did. I laugh when I think of it now. So yes LA, we do have a lot in common. I am sure we would've been great friends if we grew up in the same place together. We would've had lots of adventures to talk about.
That's a good thing..Men turn into softies when they get old.
Worn down by the rigors of life.That's a good thing..
And he didn't make it back until 4am, slept 1 hour and back up. He'll sleep well tonight.
It's like a mountain. Why do people climb telephone poles? Because they're there.View attachment 822009 Kid climbed his first 50 ft pole today. He was pumped...I'm like !!!
Well, this was at college.. He's doing the lineman program now.It's like a mountain. Why do people climb telephone poles? Because they're there.
He's probably safer 50 foot in the air dangling by a rope working on a 10,000 jigawatt transformer than he is driving on the freeway.Well, this was at college.. He's doing the lineman program now.
To heck with that, get that coconut palm in the ground right now!Well, this was at college.. He's doing the lineman program now.
David, go to Amazon and do a search for “Udder Balm”. Worth researching and used the same way you describe with the socks.Okay I had the heal and big toe thick skin to the point of cracking going on. Then I found a fix for it. Lotion before I put my socks and work boots on. And a good sanding once a week with a 60 grit sanding block. https://www.lowes.com/pd/3M-SandBla...-in-60-Grit-Commercial-Sanding-Sponge/3746777 Weird or not it's been working..
Well, this was at college.. He's doing the lineman program now.
Yes, that is true. We not only survived though, we thrived. I wish my kids could've experienced the freedom we had. It will be much less so for my grandsons.
Luckily I didn't wear glasses back then, but it was close to that time that I had to. I hated the glasses back then, and wouldn't wear them that much. Later I quit wearing them altogether for a few years. Then the headaches started, so I forced myself to wear them when needed. Now I wear them all the time. I imagine the weight of those glasses did hurt your nose. Back then they were all made of glass, which is heavier than the polycarbonite I wear now. I think that is what they are called anyway. My brother wore glasses in first grade. Once he was grown he wore contacts. I hate anything in my eyes, so I never got contacts, nor tried them. Then a few years ago, it was suddenly cool to wear glasses. Fads go in and out over time. If you stick with something, eventually it may become popular again.
Loved the picture, not the fact that it's raining for you of course!
He's on the right track though - filing the callus first will definitely help. Use a heavy duty cream with a lactic or hyaluronic acid (to break down that stuff too).David, go to Amazon and do a search for “Udder Balm”. Worth researching and used the same way you describe with the socks.
Wow, you really had it rough then. I was lucky I didn't break mine. I don't think I got a deviated septum either. I drank a lot of milk then, and was young. I think that helped. If I got hit like that now, I doubt if I'd be so lucky again.You’re right, glasses were a lot heavier back then. They were my first pair — big silver aviator style lenses. I was so excited to get them. The eye doctor was measuring for them and was impressed because the bridge of my nose was perfectly symmetrical. He said he rarely saw that. A few months later it was most definitely not perfect! The ball smash caused a deviated septum that I never bothered having corrected. My nose was fractured two more times after that. Guess it makes a big target! Or I should learn to duck.
I tried contacts but could never get past feeling like I had horrible grit in my eyes, even later when I tried soft lenses. I prefer glasses. Even though it was darn hard to get used to the polyfocal lenses. The whole world kept slanting sideways whenever I moved my head. Thankfully I don’t need them to read or to work on the computer.