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Christ Flatlined, that's awful
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saje, I don't know what to do about Tony. And honestly, there is nothing I can do. When he's well medicated, he is almost normal. After his stay he will probably come home and be horrified about killing the dog. When I left, he was straped down on a hospital bed, with an IV filled with drugs.
And sobbing over his cat...raging that his cat had been dug up and violated. I'm not joking about him climbing up a clock tower. I know this will happen. Tony can't have guns...so he likes to play with stuff that blows up. He also likes to wire things up to give big electric shocks. What can be done for him? He can't be locked up because we all know that he will blow up. He can't be forced to take his meds. Tony will be charged, get fined and have to go through probation. Tony will go to court ordered anger management classes and will take his meds for the blood work. After he is done...nothing will change. This is NOT his fault. Tony can't help how he is. I buried the cat, and the neighbor is going to take the dog to be cremated. The other cats and kittens are fed and litter boxes have been cleaned. I'm not very happy right now. |
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((((flatlined))))) Prayers & good thoughts for you & Tony. Mental Illness sucks.
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I feel very badly for Tony, but I also feel very badly for the victims of his behaviour that you post about (past, present, and future). I truly wish something could be done to help him, but barring that, he really does need to be locked up - he's hurting other people now, and as you say, that's just likely to get worse.
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Man, that's a tough sack of shit all around, flatlined. If he gets (temporarily) better and then is "horrified about killing the dog" would that be some sort of wake-up call that he needs to take his meds whether or not he wants to do so?
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Two months to get in to see the referral doctor, three months after that is the date booked for my surgery, and now I get the email that the doctor won't be doing surgeries that day - can we move it back by another month? Sure, why not? I'm just a patient - I understand I don't have any rights or say in anything that happens to me in my healthcare system.
![]() ETA: I forgot the crap icing on this shit cake - when I found out about the month-long delay, my mom who is visiting chastised me for using bad language. In my own house.
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Mini-rant and PSA, all in one handy package!
If your sinuses are completely clogged, be extra careful if you decide to drink milk that "looks okay."
(Where's the barfy smilie?) ___ << When cats feel nauseous they think, "I hope I can make it to the couch." >> Last edited by Nightsong; 08-16-2012 at 06:03 PM. Reason: Spelling? Waz dat. |
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Uncle, please stop calling me at all hours and not leaving me a message. I work during the day and can't always get to my phone. This should not come as a surprise to you. I'm a little shocked you're even calling me at all, since you've barely spoken to me since last summer. Apparently in your mind it's reasonable to expect someone to cut short a trip and drive six hours home to get Grandma's mail when you're living in the same town. If it's something important you want, leave me a damn message when you call. If not, leave me alone please. I've been just fine with you not talking to me.
While I'm here, prednisone sucks elephant balls. I had a scary allergic reaction to something yet to be determined the other day and the doctor put me on this evil drug to clear everything out. To quote my Granny, I feel like I've been drug sideways through a knothole. Headache, feel like I'm gonna barf every time I eat, alternating between freezing and broiling. The worst part is my complete inablility to focus. It took me three tries to dial a phone number at work today. If the preceding rant was incoherent, blame the drugs.
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Got an inlaw on my Facebook feed who just "liked" Paul Ryan's page. This is a woman who has had both an ectopic pregnancy, and a scare that her unborn son might have had Trisomy 18, and recounted how she explained to her pro-life mom, "You are going to have to respect my decision; if this baby is Trisomy 18 I will be getting an abortion." (Her son turned out to be fine.) Ryan of course is the man who sponsored the Sanctity of Human Life act, which had it any chance of passing would have outlawed all abortions.
Her stated reason for wanting to vote for Romney/Ryan? Gas prices are too high and it's Obama's fault. I don't think I have to explain to this board the irritation I'm feeling here. |
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I agree that Tony needs to live in a structured and supervised environment. The problem is that when Tony is on his meds, he's functional enough to go through the legal system. Tony is then forced to stay on his meds because the Probation Officer is on his ass.
Once Tony does his time, he doesn't have anyone who can put the fear of going back to jail in him and he stops taking his meds because they make him feel funny and he doesn't really need them anyhow. ![]() I'm going to be a disloyal friend. Tony "only" killed a dog and did some property damage. Tony will go to court and be contrite and functional. His Public Defender will have him cleaned up and will remind the Judge that Tony is low risk and that he is a good probationer. I will know the Court Reporter for the Judge who is trying the case. I say it that way because I don't know which Judge will be involved...but I know all of the Court Reporters. I think that Tony should be on probation for the rest of his life. I doubt that I can talk the CR into telling her Judge to do that...but I might be able to convince her to do 10 years. Dang, that was long. I only came online to see how Mr. Shoe was doing, then tell everyone that Tony is still in the hospital. He's been moved to observation now. They will keep him for another 2 days and then he will go to jail. Last edited by flatlined; 08-16-2012 at 11:35 PM. |
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Question for California Dopers: do you regularly get calls too early in the morning from people on the East Coast who don't understand time zones? I just moved to LA five days ago and it has happened twice already. Not from people who didn't know I'd moved, but from people who were aware I was on the West Coast and were just apparently too dumb or thoughtless to figure it out.
First call, Monday, 6:50 AM, from an insurance agent after I'd priced some car insurance on their website the previous evening (including inputting my CA address) Me *sounding drugged and half asleep*: H'llo? Insurance Woman: Hi, this is Blah Blah from Allstate, is this chizzuk? Me: Yeah. Insurance Woman: I was just calling in reference to your quote and wanted to give you some more information. Me: Uhhhh. Insurance Woman *obviously reading screen*: You sound very tired. . .wait, are you at this California address? Oh, gosh, it's really early out there, isn't it? Sorry, I'll call you back later. Me: Bye. Next call, my family dentist in Maryland, 8:00 this morning: Dentist: Hi, chizzuk! Your brother told us that you moved to California! Me: Uh, yeah. Dentist: Well, we just wanted to wish you luck and invite you to drop in for a cleaning whenever you're back here. Me: Mmm. Dentist: But you should probably find a dentist out there as well. Me: Uh-huh. Dentist: How is California so far? Me: Fine. Dentist: Wait, what time is it out there? It must be pretty early. Me: It's eight in the morning. Dentist: Oh, that is early. Well blah blah blah *keeps chattering for several minutes* Good luck! Me: Thanks. Bye. At least the insurance agent had the decency to apologize and end the call immediately when she realized what she'd done. I hope this will stop as I get more settled in. I use my cell phone as my alarm clock, but if this keeps up I'm going to have to turn it off overnight and use an actual clock. |
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Damnable stray cat is at it again.
I'm curled up on the couch, in pain due to some lovely kidney issues. Lucy is in her usual spot- the front window. Dot and Mayme are sleeping on (yes, ON) my ankles, effectively pinning me to the couch. MROOOOWWWW Lucy goes into GTFO mode, growling out the window. The twits freaked the fuck out. Claws out, they go flying. My ankles are shredded. I had to spray Lucy with water to get her out of the window. Hard to do when Tweedledee and Tweedledum want to see what's going on. Window and curtains are now closed, all felines appear to be calmed down. My ankles? Good thing I bought gauze today. Too bad it was meant for my mom, who had eyelid surgery yesterday. I'm also Mommysitting. Calgon. |
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chizzuk-You'd better start shopping for that alarm clock. I grew up in California, so I think I'm qualified to answer.
I now live one time zone further east and it happens all the time. I got to my office a little before 8 one day this week and came in to a ringing phone. The guy (calling from NY) was upset because he'd "been trying to get ahold of someone for two hours!!!!". He calmed down considerably when I told him I was in Colorado.
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Nah, I don't think she's a hypocrite. If I'm not mistaken, she watches mostly Fox News and ergo I wouldn't be surprised if she genuinely had no idea of what Ryan's position on abortion is.
*sigh* You know what I want to see? I want Murdoch to suddenly decide that moderate and liberal viewpoints are more profitable than whacko-fringe conservative viewpoints. Fox News would change over-fucking-NIGHT and a whole bunch of heads would explode, and then maybe some of those douchebags in Congress would decide that getting things done through compromise once in a while might actually be in their best interests. |
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Well, shit, if we're wishin' for things that ain't gonna happen, can I sign up for some free money? I'm not greedy at all: 30 or 40 K would do.
(Good luck going through those reporters, flatlined. Not sure how that makes you a disloyal friend, though. I mean, you do seem to have Tony's best interests at heart.) There's a MPSIMS thread for Mr. Shoe, but if you don't feel like slogging through endless medical minutia: he's stable(ish) but his lungs are still ... I believe the technical term is fucked. He will be sedated and on an oxygen ventilator for quite some time. It was finally confirmed yesterday, a solid week after I brought him to the hospital, that the official initial culprit was West Nile, although now he's got a bunch of opportunistic secondary infections to battle as well. |
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Stable is good. Fucked up, not so much. TheKid and I send you both our thoughts and good wishes. She even did the finger woowoo thing towards the screen.
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Please stop using the phrase "an historic election" when describing the election of the President of the United States.
They are all "historic" you idiots. Do you think if McCain won last time we would have said, "let's not write this one down anywhere, just another old white man." NO! EVERY SINGLE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION IS HISTORIC. IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING! |
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Yup. "This is one for the History books!"
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I'm getting really annoyed with the fertility clinic here. They ALWAYS suck at returning calls, but it's even worse if you aren't in active treatment.
I called them this morning because I'm worried about an ectopic and requested another beta, but they never called me back. They're closed on the weekend so now I won't hear anything until Monday. Guess I, what, wait for horrible pain and head to the ER? ffs. Idiots. |
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Picked up the Eldest's junior class schedule today, and it is totally FUBARED. Her advisor last year told her there would be NO conflict in taking trade school nursing classes AND choir. When I picked up the schedule, she had morning trade classes and NO CHOIR. Nor is there, apparently any way to fix it so that she can take the trade school in the afternoon. Arbitrarily and without even a phone call to us, they switched her to ART, which she absolutely hates. Now she has to choose which she wants more. She wanted early exposure to the nursing program, but, to her, dropping choir is like giving up air.
I actually received notice about this shortly before I went to the school from the choir director, but had to not mention that fact to prevent his being called on the carpet. The only reason I can figure that they would even be upset about that is because they knew what they were doing and hoped we would just roll over and take it. TOO BAD. |
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These last 24 hours have been full of the sux.
When I was trying to leave work last night, there was a storm moving in. Despite the fact that we have monsoon storms every summer, people can't seem to learn how to drive when there is water on the road. I got stuck in traffic due to an accident. Rain pounding, lightning happening, a wonderful storm that I would have enjoyed, except I had things to do. I finally managed to get to the hospital where Tony was...but he had been moved to the jail ward. Of course nobody bothered to tell me. When I finally got home, I saw that I hadn't properly latched the storm door and the storm had blown the door so hard that it had ripped the piston (closer thingy?) out of the wood and was banging against the house. Of course my cats were freaked out and yammering and running around (except for the one who was hiding under the bed). OK, food always helps calm paniced cats so I went to the kitchen and learned that the yearly ant invasion was happening. Great. And a moth flittered through the kitty door to their outside room...so they all had to bounce off the walls while protecting me...at 0dark30. |
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I'm not far along enough yet to worry about an ectopic rupturing, but I do need to get in for a blood test ASAP. If they don't call me back today, I may march right in to their office this afternoon and raise hell. I'm really pissed off about this (and normally I'm pretty laid back).
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EmAnJ - if anyone ever had reason to be pissed off and raising hell, its you! Go down there, and make sure they treat you right. So sorry you're going through this (again)
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I'm not even going to start on what I'd like to do to people who spit their gum into water fountains...ARRRGH!
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Dearest husband,
Remember the Peanuts thing with Lucy and Charlie Brown and the football? Well my love, you are Charlie Brown, Giant Hospital Corporation is Lucy, and your career with them is that football. Again, and again, and yet again. And here we go... again. If they make you an offer and you accept it and continue to work for them, I DO NOT want to hear a peep out of you when things go south and you feel used and walked on. Again. I don't rust them, and I. Have. Had it. Irritatedly, me |
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I ride a motorcycle. I wear a helmet every time I ride. I really like that feeling of knowing that if I'm in an accident, by brains are that much less likely to be reduced to the appearance and consistency of scrambled eggs.
We don't have helmet laws in this state, though, so many, many riders around here don't avail themselves of this option. While I think this is foolish, I understand that adults get to make their own decisions when balancing safety versus style, (wo)manliness, and the exhilarating feeling of gravel and bugs blowing into your face at highway speeds. However, there's no excuse for what I saw this morning: Guy riding some big-ass bike with a kid (maybe 12 years old) behind him on the passenger seat. No helmet on the boy, no back rest to help him keep his seat, just holding on with his arms around the driver's waist. The boy did have safety glasses on, so - assuming the irresponsible adult doesn't get them both killed - at least he won't get dust in his eyes. Like I said, I understand that adults get to make their own choices, even stupid choices. But you shouldn't be allowed to make stupid choices for a kid too young to understand just how stupid you're making him be. |
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I wear my helmet because it pisses me off when I read in the paper that someone was run over by an impaired driver, smeared all over the road and then run over by 3 other cars...but the end of the report seems to suggest that the biker could have surived if only he or she was wearing a helmet. Fuck that shit. When I go down, I want the newspaper to say something like "she was wearing a helmet, but couldn't survive meeting the crackhead in the semi-truck." </snip> Quote:
Oh geeze...you got me so upset that I forgot my rant. Oh, yeah...its about time zones again. Bill is here and asleep. I'm not ready to sleep...hence me posting here...but I know that he's going to be up before dawn and making coffee and breakfast and smiling at me. He's such a butthead. |
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That sort of thing just pisses me off. Out here, animals must be restrained when in the back of a truck, but not people. *insert all the bad words I say when I see dogs restrained and kids in the back of a pick-up going 80 on the highway* Oh geeze...you got me so upset that I forgot my rant. Oh, yeah...its about time zones again. Bill is here and asleep. I'm not ready to sleep...hence me posting here...but I know that he's going to be up before dawn and making coffee and breakfast and smiling at me. He's such a butthead.[/QUOTE] flatlined, please remind Bill that the chances of his surviving until nightfall are greatly improved by waking you the best way possible <wink, wink> |
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AHHH, my frigging legs! I get the occasional bout of restless legs, and they're jumping like frogs tonight. I hate that.
Are the mods all on vacation tonight? We've got a nonsense thread that while fun is something that usually gets mercy-killed pretty quickly, and an IMHO thread that's full of personal insults. It's a free-for-all, guys! Get yer rule-breaking on!
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I'm tired of my boobs hurting. I went to my six week post-partum checkup, and the doc confirmed that I have mastitis in both breasts. I'm exclusively pumping since my little guy has latch issues (two steps forward, one step back: the day before yesterday, he latched and nursed 5 times in a row, then went straight back to screaming at the sight of my breasts yesterday). I know I need to pump at least eight times a day, but with my husband gone 12 hours a day for his stupid shitty job (a rant for another day), it's really hard. Damnit, I'd just like to be able to feed my kid.
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For sure! Choir is the ONLY thing I miss about high school!
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I don't have any rants because I never get angry (but I constantly make others angry). Oh, the joys of sociopathy!
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fucking sucky day full of first-world problems
So I went back to the eye doctor for a 5th time for a more comprehensive exam. They did some extreme dilation of my eyes and gave me a fifth prescription to try. Not accurate in the slightest. I am done with that clinic. I now have to figure out some way to go to another eye doctor and get another eye exam and have it covered by insurance. In the meantime all I have are a pair of slightly-off glasses with no sun protection (I have enormous pupils that are extremely sensitive to light.) I'm getting headaches but surviving.
So I was prospecting Friday at the Free Library of Philadelphia, which means I was looking for potential funders. Also I hate driving in Philadelphia, and that roundabout-with-crossroads area in particular is fucking impossible to figure out. I was actually to the point of crying by the time I found a parking spot (I may be a wee bit hormonal.) I spent basically the whole day going through a grantmaker database and writing stuff down - incredibly boring. They wouldn't let me save any files on the computer, so I couldn't use an excel database, I had to write everything down by hand. I was like, okay, I'll grab a juice and head across the street and sit down at the park bench, try to revitalize myself. I step outside and it was so bright, because I have no sun protection with my glasses I literally had tears streaming down my face. I sat down on the park bench and it was still too bright, so I moved to the one about twenty feet away, opposite mine. Still couldn't see a damn thing, water just pouring out of my eyes. Finally I just took off my glasses and put on my sunglasses. Still couldn't see but at least my eyes didn't hurt. When I stood up, my bag was gone. And with it, every single note I have taken since I started my job three weeks ago, including the six hours worth of prospecting I had been doing all day. Some fucker stole a canvas tote bag that contained nothing more than a spiral notebook. I cased that entire area, even looking in some homeless dude's shopping cart, and I went to all the library authorities; gone, baby gone.So with my remaining two hours I managed to get back to my starting place. Then I remembered GoogleDocs. And of course, I got to follow all of that with a 1.5 hour drive home in rush hour traffic.This new job is lots of fun but an extremely large amount of responsibility, and therefore very stressful. Sometimes the Executive Director and I just start giggling because the task in front of us seems so ridiculously daunting (we're trying to get our nonprofit organization back in black, which requires re-structuring the programs and changing our entire fiscal strategy.) It's generally the kind of job given to someone after years of development experience, and it's my first job in the field. They think I am qualified to do this why?
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Annoying Autodial phone calls
"This is a message for Typo Negative. Press any key to continue"
Fuck you. I don't know who you are or why you are calling, so the only key I am pressing is the one to hang up. If it is important, either state the business up front or have a human call me. How do I get these to stop?? |
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obligatory disclaimer: I am not a filthy person and I do not keep a filthy home. But we've had a mild (read: incredibly cool for Texas) summer with more rain than we usually get (read: any) after a super-mild winter ... sooooo bugs galore. Also: I really HATE ROACHES and THEY FREAK ME THE HOLY HELL OUT and *pant, pant* *deep breath*
*wheeze* Scene: standing in the bug-control aisle of the grocery store purplehorseshoe: Small roach traps? SMALL? I can step on the small ones, fer#$%^&*sake. I wanna kill of the ones that fly up my friggin shorts. * realizes she's muttering to herself in public * ~~ FIN ~~ P.S. This was all triggered because I opened the back door and the damn thing skittered into the brightly lit kitchen WTF ?!?! and now there's a roach the size of a velociraptor somewhere in the recesses of my kitchen. |
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I was leaving Sky Harbor when a truck full of watermelons had a mishap. I did as well. This is a new car, my last car went for 10 years without damage, this one now has a dent in the bumper and has already been back to the dealor because the fan went out.
I'm starting to think that this car is cursed or something. annnnnddd...I thought that if I woke Bill up in a good way when I went to bed that he would sleep later. Happy ending happened, but he only slept until 6 am. And then more happy endings for me, so it was a win win story. Except that he left the eggs on the stove and they burnt and the alarm was ignored. At least we still have lots of colanders. |
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Back in the day, I was living in Hawaii. One night, I got up to get a drink of water, put my robe one and went to the kitchen. Something started scratching my boob and I looked into my robe to see a BIG FUCKING ROACH holding onto the inside of my robe and reaching those disgusting legs out to touch me.
Being the mature and self relient woman that I am, I droped my robe on the floor and started screaming my head off while I was running into other rooms. I kept running into the kitchen to stomp on my robe and that disgusting thing just weezed and got back up. One of the neighbors came running over with a piece of pipe, knocked on the door and when I opened the door while screaming THERE, THERE, SAVE ME!!! said neighbor ran into my kitchen and the evil roach started flying around and chased him out the door. Police and neighbor's wife showed up, me naked and screaming and neighbor swinging his pipe around. That was not a very fun night. |
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