Saint Peter
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I am super tolerant, because I have to be. I have a job dealing with the general public, teenagers at home, and a mother who gets her only life pleasure from goading me.
It takes a lot to make me crack!
How high is your tolerance in every day life? What do you have a high tolerance for? What do you have a low tolerance for?
The older I get, the less tolerant I am. I have a feeling I'm going to be a very crabby old lady the yells at little kids if I make it to 60.
I don't like it when people knock on my door unanounced.
I might be grouchy and too set in my ways, but my house is my sanctuary and I don't like it when you intrude.
So send me an email or leave me a quick message before that.
Cool Story Bro time!
My gallbladder went bad in 2009. I ignored it for five days, thinking I'd cracked a rib. The gallbladder went necrotic and fused to my abdominal wall...making each intake of breath horrible.
Finally went to the hospital after 5 days. They ran blood tests and said Mr. Downsouth, your tryptophan levels are high, indicating you have heart damage...you've had a heart attack.
I said not unless my heart has relocated to south of my rib cage.
So instead of having my gallbladder removed, I was taken up to the cardiac catheter lab and had cardiac catherization done. The heart doctor could find no damage, so he called for a SECOND cardiac doctor for an opinion.
In the meantime, I'm in agony. They wouldn't give me pain killers because they weren't sure what sort of surgery I'd need.
What happened next was surreal. Two cardiac doctors from India literally arguing over me (strapped in a gurney) about tryptophan levels. It was like I wasn't even there. They were getting pretty heated up in their discussion.
As it turns out, 99% of elevated tryptophan levels indicates heart muscle death. The other 1%, of which I was now a member of that select society, has a person's body "pulling a fire alarm" and elevating tryptophan levels due to excrutiating untreated pain. Not unlike "You are going to die, seek help NOW dammit". Well, it did.
The surgeon who removed my gallbladder was quite pleased. "There's not another surgeon in this state who could do what I just did...removed a necrotic fused gallbladder laproscopically (six small slits). Most surgeons would have to cut you open with a ten inch incision".
Just lucky I guess.
How could you tell that they were from India, fuckwit?What happened next was surreal. Two cardiac doctors from India literally arguing over me (strapped in a gurney) about tryptophan levels. It was like I wasn't even there. They were getting pretty heated up in their discussion.
As it turns out, 99% of elevated tryptophan levels indicates heart muscle death.
High tolerance: Waiting. I like to think I'm a pretty patient person.
Mid level: Road rage. The worse my mood, the less tolerant I am.
Low tolerance: Social situations. Especially big crowds.
WOW! That IS quite a story. Glad that worked out Rob and that you lived long enough to roll the car in a ditch and split your head open.
If I were you I might think about actually hiring adult supervision.![]()
I was patient and tolerant 50 years ago. I smiled, turned the other cheek, and waited for the 2nd helping of crap.
But the older I got the more I learned what matters and what doesn't. And I do not suffer what matters. And most people aren't worth fooling with when you consider what they add to your life.
Yes, especially with most here among the Lit crowd!I was patient and tolerant 50 years ago. I smiled, turned the other cheek, and waited for the 2nd helping of crap.
But the older I got the more I learned what matters and what doesn't. And I do not suffer what matters. And most people aren't worth fooling with when you consider what they add to your life.
I've written that mostly I can take any shit. But Rob from the South, a bit more south than where we recently lived, reminded me of how pissed I get with doctors, insurance, and free loaders without any!
Lucky for us, I have good insurance but pay out the ass for my part of the coverage. In fact, every bandaid is part of our co-pay. I have to drive or hire someone to take me if I need surgery because my wife does not drive. Yet others get free cabs to even far away towns and free medical help while I have to drive my own car and often pay to park in a hospital parking lot.
The doctors seem to think because we have insurance they can give us every test in the hospital until they narrow down what's wrong. Insurance covers it! Yea right! I'll stop now before I blow something up internally. My tolerance level for most in the medical profession is very low. And yes, I've had some great doctors and surgeons.
And for those questioning where, who, and what doctors are, some of my best have a dot between their eyes. Could be Canadians!
My tolerance for some Lit members is wearing thin!
Cool Story Bro time!
My gallbladder went bad in 2009. I ignored it for five days, thinking I'd cracked a rib. The gallbladder went necrotic and fused to my abdominal wall...making each intake of breath horrible.
Finally went to the hospital after 5 days. They ran blood tests and said Mr. Downsouth, your troponin levels are high, indicating you have heart damage...you've had a heart attack.
I said not unless my heart has relocated to south of my rib cage.
So instead of having my gallbladder removed, I was taken up to the cardiac catheter lab and had cardiac catherization done. The heart doctor could find no damage, so he called for a SECOND cardiac doctor for an opinion.
In the meantime, I'm in agony. They wouldn't give me pain killers because they weren't sure what sort of surgery I'd need.
What happened next was surreal. Two cardiac doctors from India literally arguing over me (strapped in a gurney) about tryptophan levels. It was like I wasn't even there. They were getting pretty heated up in their discussion.
As it turns out, 99% of elevated troponin levels indicates heart muscle death. The other 1%, of which I was now a member of that select society, has a person's body "pulling a fire alarm" and elevating tryptophan levels due to excrutiating untreated pain. Not unlike "You are going to die, seek help NOW dammit". Well, it did.
The surgeon who removed my gallbladder was quite pleased. "There's not another surgeon in this state who could do what I just did...removed a necrotic fused gallbladder laproscopically (six small slits). Most surgeons would have to cut you open with a ten inch incision".
Just lucky I guess.
This I sincerely need to remember.
An old man told me, long ago, to keep this in mind: WHATS IN IT FOR ME? And when I don't have a clue, I walk away.
fyp...yw
tryptophan is what makes you sleepy after eating a turkey dinner
I thank you for the expert correction. You are, of course, correct. I don't know what I was thinking. I hope you'll find it in your heart someday to forgive me.
And as an aside, the $50 charge on my credit card cleared, you still haven't sent the sideboob picture you promised.![]()
I have a very low tolerance for bullshit.