Sorry I've been away for awhile. Been sick. Won't go into any details, but I'm planning to go back to work tomorrow, so I'm feeling better now.
Reason I mention this is because my experience highlights one of those screwy things about life that leaves you scratching your head:
I had the most painful sore throat I've ever had. (And I've had a lot of them; used to get strep a lot as a kid.) So painful I couldn't eat or drink
anything. So what does the doctor perscribe for me?
These 875mg monsters.
Yeah, it's bigger than a penny!
It's funny now. Anyway-
Got my fingers crossed for you Skyman!
And Monicatomokc, here's one you can take to work. The FAR folks should get a good laugh out of it (if they haven't heard it already.):
A few years ago I went to an aeronautical conference and convention where the celebrity keynote speaker was Cliff Robertson. (Remember him?)
Now for those that don't know, Cliff Robertson was a big time pilot in real life.
He was in France filming a movie for a periond of time. To occupy his free time he would fly around the countryside in a private plane. At some point it occurred to him that he was not familiar with French civil aviation rules. He wondered what the minimum altitude for flight was allowed while he was sightseeing. He asked around, but no one seemed to know. He later made a point to visit an officer of the French government to ask him the question. The government official seemed distracted and resentful of the intrusion. He made the pretense of attempting to find the answer, then without looking up, gave the answer as if he had just made it up "Eight feet."
Robertson was incredulous "Eight feet! Why
eight feet?"
The French bureaucrat looked up at him and said "Because Monsieur,
there are no eight foot Frenchmen!"