Cinco '11

The ice luge is on the fire @ the end of the eve. Another year down. So much work... Wish we were doing it all over again tomorrow. Hey wait, it is tomorrow...

B&B

Breakfast & Beer

Recalcuating...

Out w/McCarthy getting supplies for Cinco. Never should have followed his directions. (I left the life preservers at home.)

Only 24 Hours In A Day

The time-crunch is on. 3 sleeps until 100+ people arrive at my house on Saturday to hopefully kick another successful Cinco de Roasto into high gear. As usual, I didn't get anywhere near as much done as I would have like to, but I'm out of time. My focus has had to shift to other tasks that are a bit more important than party-planning.

Danno has moved into a rehab facility, and that's great news for him - it's a step closer to home. But it also means we have more stuff on our plate. See, since he's going to basically be immobilized for 3-6 months while he heals, he can't be going up and down stairs. Which means he needs a new bathroom put in on the main floor of his house. Me, Flex, Rex and Plumber Dave were over last night and scoped things out. Tonight, the demolition starts so we can move forward with the construction phase. Word on the street is Danno could be home in a week, so that means we gotta get rollin'.

And speaking of rollin', the poor bastards from Olean will be hitting the road tomorrow morning, heading East. I say "poor bastards" because it looks like they'll be riding through two days of the same BS weather we've been dealing with for over a week now. Where the F is Spring?? Where the F is the sun?? Those guys are going to need a nice warm shower and a cold beer when they finally arrive in Walpole on Friday. Sending them wishes for a safe (and not entirely soaked) ride out.

Not sure if I'll have a chance to post before the Cinco festivities. If you read this blog, I expect to see you on Saturday. Come gather and raise a middle finger to the rain gods with us.

Danno's Gonna Sleep Well Tonight!

The painkiller cart arrived @ Danno's room. Because it's got "Really Good" stuff in it, it's always locked. However, the nurse just unlocked it & walked away...

This one's for Wayne

We attended the annual PBP pig roast today. There was a great turnout, with tons of bikes. Lots of friends-not-seen-since-last year that we were so happy to see after far-too-long. Lots of ducks around, too! But no lobsters...not until WE arrived! Thanks to Wayne for the one-up!

Breakin' Him Out!!

Danno's woe's continue. Matt and I were in to see him again last night and he had more bad news; his hip is broken, too (this is in addition to the broken pelvis). The physical therapy team had been in earlier in the day to try and get him to walk around a bit, but they said not to put any weight on the leg with the busted hip (right side). So he was using a walker to basically hop on one foot, all while his severely hammered and swollen package is being bounced all over the place. Not a good time.

Here's a pic of him. It's a steam treatment to help break up the congestion in his lungs. I told him he should stick a nice fat cigar into the end of it (this brought a nasty look from the lung technician).

We got a kick out of the "Safety Risk" sign the hospital had tacked to the wall behind him. Turns out it's to let anyone attending to him know that he cannot stand on his own. (Yeah, so don't be asking him to walk around!!)

While we were there, it came to light that he was overdue for his pain meds. Overdue by almost 2 hours! When we finally got a nurse to come in, they checked his records...only to find that the docs were waging a bit of a pissing contest with each other. One doc wants him on one type, another doc wants him on another. So they were cancelling his prescripts. All well and good, except this left Danno in the middle, without any meds to take. The nurses finally got it straightened out and gave him some morphine.

On top of all THAT, he met with the ortho doc this morning, and the news was bad. Turns out BOTH hips are broken, and they don't want him walking AT ALL. (So what was up with the whole hopping on one foot thing yesterday? Time to knock that shit off!)

I told him that place is wrong for him. The longer he stays, the more problems he's being diagnosed with. I said the only way he's going to heal is if we bust him out of there.

We've located a wheelchair, painted some flames on it, and bolted an oxygen tank to the underside. First chance we get, we're aiming him for the door, kicking the valve off the top of that tank and setting our rocket-man free...