CHECKIN/UPDATE ABOUT SHINGLES....

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  1. rooter

    rooter *VMBB Senior Chief Of Staff*

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    THIS IS A RHETORICAL QUESTION, PLAIN AND SIMPLE, AND I ASK YOU TO PRODUCE AN EFFECT RATHER THAN ELICIT A REPLY....YOUR DOCTOR IS CHECKING SOMETHING OUT ON YOU DOWN THERE AND HE EXCLAIMS WILDLY, "WOW".....OR PERHAPS HE GASPS BREATHLESSLY FOR THE NURSE IN ATTENDANCE TO BRING THE VIDEO CAMERA TO DOCUMENT A STRANGE GROWTH THERE UNDER THE SHEET....NOPE, THERE IS NOTHING TO DO WITH HEARING, EXCRETION, LIBIDO, OR SMELL, AND CERTAINLY NOT TO DO WITH HUMOR....WENT TO THE EYE DOCTOR YESTERDAY FOR THE MONTHLY FOLLOWUP OF THE SHINGLES I'D BEEN INFECTED WITH BACK AT THANKSGIVING TIME...IN MY EYE SO THE DOC WAS AN EYE DOCTOR...BEEN TREATING WITH EYE DROPS SINCE, STARTING WITH 6 TIMES A DAY AND OVER THE MONTHS, FINALLY DOWN TO 2 TIMES A DAY. THE DOC WAS SQUATTING ON THE LITTLE ROLL-ABOUT STOOL, HAVING MY HEAD IN THE THINGEE WITH ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLES AND LIGHTS...I HAD TEASED HIM ABOUT THE 'BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL' WHEN HE FLASHING THAT ONE IN MY EYE...NOT VERY HUMOROUS, THAT DOC...I SUPPOSE THAT JOKE WAS WORN OUT LONG AGO BY OTHER K-MART SHOPPERS...A FEW MINUTES BEFORE I HAD STATED TO HIM OF MY SEEMINGLY, EVERY DAY HEADACHES....IN THE EYEBROW OVER THE ONE EFFECTED EYE....WHAT KIND OF PAIN HE ASKED FROM BEHIND THE INSPECTION DEVICE...I REMARKED IT WAS PAIN LIKE EATING ICE CREAM TOO FAST....HE SWUNG THE INSPECTION DEVICE ASIDE, APPEARING ALARMED WITH MY COMPLAINT AS TO PAIN..."STOP THE PREDISTONE EYE DROPS ...DON'T USE THEM ANY MORE....I WANT YOU TO SEE A SPECIALIST RIGHT AWAY ON CORNEAL DAMAGE"...WELL, THE PUCKER FACTOR FOR ME CUT IN AND I SUCKED UP ON THE CHAIR CUSHION TO THE POINT YOU'D HAVE TO BREAK THE VACUUM WITH A PANCAKE SPATCHULA....HE WAS IGNORING ME AS I DECLARED, "WHAT'S UP, DOC".....ALREADY HE WAS UP IN THE MEDICAL LOCKER GETTING ME SOME ANTI-BIO SAMPLES TO PUT IN MY EYE...THE RECEPTIONIST NURSE WAS NOTIFIED TO MAKE AN EMERGENCY APPOINTMENT TO A SUN CITY RETINAL SPECIALIST. WE GO EARLY THIS MORNING AND I AM ANXIOUS FOR THIS NEXT CHAPTER TO EVOLVE. FRANKLY, I'D RATHER HAD THE COLONOSCOPY DOC DOWN THERE UNDER THE SHEET....OR THAT URIOLOGIST WITH THE BASEBALL GLOVED SIZED HANDS, PROBING THE DEPTHS WHERE NO MAN HAD EVER VENTURED...LAST TIME WITH HIM I TOLD HIM TO TAKE OFF HIS DAMN ROLEX WRISTWATCH OR I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT I MIGHT BE FORCED TO DO TO HIM...US NAVY GUYS REFER TO IT AS 'SWABBING THE DECK', AND AT MY AGE TOO!!! YEAH, I HAD TO CHECK MY FUNK & WAGNALLS FOR THE SPELLING OF RHETORICAL...DO YOU THINK I USED THE RIGHT WORD....STAY TUNED FOR FURTHER DEVELOPMENTS...I CERTAINLY HOPE THERE WILL BE NO WHITE CANES OR BRIGHT, SHINEY, TIN CUPS IN MY FUTURE.. AND HERE, THE ONLY SHINGLES I EVER KNEW ABOUT, WERE THE ONES UP ON THE ROOF TOPS....CHIEF
  2. Clipper

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    Dang Chief! Wife had shingles about 4 years back, hers were also in the eye, left one on her. She has lost the sight in that eye, only side vision. We have even sought corneal transplant, but doc says the virus is still active (after 4 years?) so she's not a candidate for that. Hope your story has a happier ending. I learned early on as a brand new ensign that care and feeding of junior officers was the main job for E8's. Had a bunch of really fine CPO's over the years. May their tribe increase.
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    Welcome Clipper...if you don't speak too harshly about E-8's, I'll not proclaim any shortcomings about former naval officers from Texas!!! Speaking of the shingles...went to the corneal specialist yesterday morning over in Sun City. What a fine doctor he seemed to be...Had a 3 letter last name that seemed to be Chinese...when I inquired he said he was Vietnamese...my wife inquired further as to his age and he was 43. Later my wife commented that he'd been just a baby when I was in country last...I thought of the story I had written and what might have been the rare chance there had been a tie-in. I found out for the first time yesterday when trying to fill a prescription from WALGREEN'S....they are no long accepting MEDICARE and it seemed as if my TRICAREFOR LIFE was short some information on my DEERS form...So, I went to FRY'S MKT. (Kroegers) to fill the 'script. The non-acceptance of MEDICARE by WALGREENS appears to be early fallout from the radical medical changes either made or in the future. Clipper, here's that story I reflected about the Vietnames doctor maybe being that small baby who survived that tragedy...like a story out of the twilight zone. Chief

    THE BIRD CAGE AND THE CHILDREN
    Local military commanders in the DaNang area of operations were encouraged to hire the locals for menial chores such as cleaning, laundry, and shoeshining. There were even natives working around the kitchens in non-food prep areas. Somehow, these laborers were provided with a pass for that base or area only. Non-appropriated funds were used for their wages --details were worked out so well that the overall operations run very smoothly. The females, and most of the laborers were adult females, were untouchable. There was to be, and I believe there never was, any unfortunate incidents.
    In our Senior Enlisted quarters (hootch), there was this woman named Hoa. Hoa used to bring her two children to work with her. One was a fat baby, gender unknown, and the other was a small girl about five years old. While the mother washed a mountain of clothes in a white plastic bucket, then hung them to dry, and then ironed them, the fat baby laid on a straw mat, watched by the older child. In a seemingly endless fashion--day after day--the same routine--all day long--. The children had a small, but very shrill bird in a small cage--not a hanging cage mind you, but more like a basket that was coarsly woven from sticks and straw. The fat baby would lay on the straw mat and watch the birds antics--the baby would slobber and drool--the more the bird would chirp and twitter, the more the babe would drool. The girl child seemed to be bored with the bird--she’d wipe the baby spit and watch the baby--nothing to do with the bird--no other diversion for her except to watch the baby---finally boredom would prevail, or the baby would need a nap, the girl would throw a dirty cloth over the bird cage. The bird would settle down---the show would be over.
    One morning Hoa come to work without the five year old girl. The word was passed down by the other workers that the young lady had been run over and killed the previous afternoon in the busy Freedom Hill traffic.
    There was a survivor program that the American Forces had for such a contigency to pay a compensation to the family---it had been an American military truck that had run over the little girl. In addition to those funds, our Chaplain, bless his old bald head, garnered contributions from the troops for the family. More than a thousand dollars was collected and turned over to the Mother. She continued her work without hesitation--the fat baby still laid on the straw mat while the Mother labored-- washing and ironing and shining. Never heard the baby cry--not once--it didn’t drool or ogle any more either--the bird cage was gone--I suppose it perished with the young child. I often think about the bird--I think of it and those times as I feed the wild birds out in my back yard. What kind of bird was it--what kind of birds lived in Vietnam--maybe a sparrow--God put sparrows the world over--and I think of the fat baby--had the child survied the war, it would now be in it’s middle thirties--maybe the bird was a wren or a warbler or a mourning dove--maybe even a falcon that had escaped to freedom when that terrible event had occured--yeah, I’d like to think a free bird--a falcon.
    Wilborn
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    I had not heard that Walgreen's had stopped receiving Medicare scripts. I am not on Tricare, so the Medicare Advantage program that I subscribe to has been good to me, at least at CVS.

    I do hope your corneal transplant is successful, wife has not let her loss of vision stop her from enjoying life. She takes it a lot better than I would. She still drives where she wants, just not after dark.

    I only got thru Saigon as a commercial pilot, didn't really spend much time there, just in and out, back to Hong Kong, or other points, but your tale of the little fat baby and the VN mother losing her daughter did bring "what if" to mind. We have a large VN community here in Amarillo, really strong family people and great parents.
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    rooter *VMBB Senior Chief Of Staff*

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    Speaking of navy and pilots brings to mind one of my favorite movie of all time...BRIDGES AT TOKO-RI with Bill Holden, Fred March, Mickey Rooney, and Grace Kelly...I understand it was a fiction novel based on real characters...If you/ve never seen it or even heard tell, it's a winner....Chief

    Plot Summary of The Bridges of Toko-ri
    "James Michener's Korean War novel is about Navy fighter pilot Harry Brubaker, the finest flier aboard the carrier USS Savo. He is unhappy to be in this unpublicized and unwanted war as a civilian pilot. His superior officer is Admiral Tarrant, who although a gruff tyrant to many has taken to treating Brubaker like a surrogate son; his own two boys were killed in WWII. After ditching his plane in the ocean Mike Forney, a diminutive Irishman from Chicago and a simple minded Kentuckian named Nestor Gamidge go to rescue him. They are a part of the Navy's heroic helicopter search and rescue patrol. Gamidge flies while Forney jumps in to save the drowning pilots. Everyone is concerned for Brubaker's return as his wife and daughters are awaiting him in Japan. He is reunited but the shore leave is brief and bittersweet. Forney is involved in a melee over his Japanese girlfriend leaving him for another sailor and Brubaker comes to his aid.

    All the men are in awe of Beer Barrel, an immense 250 lb Texan who routinely smuggles cases of beer aboard inside two massive golf bags. He is the one who lands the planes onto the flight deck. Brubaker is chosen for an important mission to bomb the heavily guarded bridges of Toko-ri, but worries that he won't return and temporarily loses his nerve. He is relieved to find the mission scrubbed and instead they fire upon Communist ground forces in a support role. His landing on the carrier is dicey but Beer Barrel brings him in. Next morning they bomb Toko-ri successfully but his joy is short lived when his jet is shot down in North Korea. Forney and Gamidge are summoned to retrieve him. The helicopter is blown up; Gamidge is shot and killed. Forney crawls into the sewage pile Brubaker is shielding himself behind as the two fight off the advancing North Korean troops. As Forney is killed by a grenade Brubaker is alone to fight for his life. The bitter realities of war are driven home in one of Michener's most poignant and concise works of fiction."
    David Fletcher, Resident Scholar

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