Good morning from the Haunted House! Two cats in a mood --- OMG --- Rattle-crash-bang-thump-skitter-skitter-crash --- and that's with the Dynamic Duo of Dixie and Dahlia spending th enight in the old Mom-suite... I'm terrifie dto go down there and find out what made a particular "THUMP!" around 4 AM. I'm guessing my stepladder... How, I don't know, but not much else is down there capable of that resonance, unless they opened the door to th elaundry room and flipped the dryer on its head?
Which I honestly wouldn't put past them. They're quite wound up after hearing a cat fight outside last evening. LilMiss got into it with a calico from down the road. Girl cats yowl as bad as tomcats, for the record, and ai-yi-yi, what a huff-tailed mania ensued in my house! They ran around looking for this fight, they huffed and fluffed and arched their backs, they tore up and down stairs... Until about 4 AM from the sound of it... *zzzzznore*
Well, I survived too much yesterday. I know, I know! In fairness, I did not overdo on purpose. I simply forgot Hubby refuses to clean out bowls and pans used in things like making fudge. He will, however, eat the fudge. I know, I know! But with four types of fudge and then the laundry and the weekly heavy-mop of the Cat Suite (formerly Mom Suite, formerly Basement)... And then I had to vacuum upstairs when Hubby dropped his foot powder bottle and it landed exactly right to give th ebedroom a nice coating of Tinactin or whatever...
In 1862 (or 1863, as your source prefers) the New York City area saw the opening of the "Hospital for Ruptured and Crippled", or R&C. It morphed eventually into what is now known as the Hospital for Special Surgery, and continues to offer orthopedic care.
The original R&C was a home for the permanently disabled, or, as they were known then, "incurables". Given the amputations and the methods thereof in the US CIvil War of the asme era, well, it took a lot to be an incurable... Figure three to four limbs utterly unusable. People were expected to still get about with one leg and one arm, or no legs, soooo...
Anyway, as World War 1 approached, the R&C started expanding into a treatment and teaching hospital. Just in time, as WOrld War 1 gave us the slang term "Basket Case". It had nothing to dow ith your mental state originally. Nope. It referred to soldiers who could be carried in a basket --- b/c they lost all four limbs. (Or enough of all four to qualify.)
The term mutated to mean "unable to cope". THus, a basket case 100 years after WW1 is someone who is losing their marbles, not their limbs. Up to you if that's an improvemento r a lateral move on the "Sucky Factor" list....
So the old R&C is still around as the HSS in NYC, and remains number 1 or 2 (depends if you're pediatric or adult) for orthopedic care. Its affiliations are Rockefeller University and... drumroll... Cornell. As in Ivy League Cornell, yes. Which is in Ithaca, but you get the idea... And if you want elite? Cornell medical college only enrolls about 100 a year. That's it. And it's also affiliated with Sloan-Kettering, and New York-Presbyterian (where Columbia medical students also get to rotate and learn)... Complicated? Yes. Why? Well, it started as a home for "incurables", rather than as an actual educational facility, and picked up its affiliations as it went. NOT traditional model.
But if you need to have something reconstructed, check 'em out.
No idea how I got on that trivia... OK. Well. Cats. Back to cats. And today... maybe I'll just quit. Y'know? Screw it. No cupcakes, no candy, no homemade chocolate truffles with salted caramel filling, just screw it all... Who'll even eat all that?!?!
A-Z... What do we say during a terrible storm???
Saturday? As I sit here posting, and about to read, I’m thinking about a big storm supposedly approaching my area tomorrow! My body can always feel stuff like storms so I really expect it to hit. Be careful if you’re in stormy areas this weekend!