Bobbio that was iampunha whom I don’t believe is among us as a doper anymore.
Ellen thus far I have not been able to convince him of showin’ his picture. I wouldn’t do it unless he says ok. We all have our weirdnesses. A biggie for ACBG is havin’ his picture taken. I can deal though, cause he more than makes up for it in other ways. 
MBG ya might wanna think about layin’ off the caffiene for a while. Just sayin’.
Good morning!!
I am trying to wake up after a very fitful night of sleep. You will note that I am posting during the day. I am off today not because I’m sick, but because I asked for and received the day off a couple of weeks ago. I took it off “just because”.
Okay, had to stop for a minute and get some coffee. I swear, I should just insert an IV and set up a drip for me.
Swampy, I understand ABCG’s reluctance. I’m not real keen on having my pictures taken either.
Li-li, feel better. Try sucking on a hard peppermint candy too. That’s what the nurses were always telling me.
Speaking of nurses, where’s Rigs?
Drae, hope you’re doing okay. We miss you.
Rosie, I hope the day has dawned with a better outlook for you. Your brother is there now, right? Take care and do your exercises!
I think I’ll cruise the Dope for awhile and then start cleaning.
It took $19.50 and 2.5 hours to do the laundry. Judging by the washers I used, I had ~160 pounds worth. :o As I was jamming things into their drawers, I realized that I had been buying new clothes instead of washing them…I really need to move someplace with an on site washer and dryer. Or get a job, so I can start sending my laundry out again. That’s actually cheaper than renting a place with a washer/dryer. Off to beautify myself for the interview. Maybe I should get dressed, too.
iampunha is back, but I haven’t seen him on the SDMB much lately.
Jahdra - getting dressed is only necessary if you don’t want the outside world seeing your birthday suit. It’s your call 
Brother did indeed get in about 8pm last night, but I was exhausted by then and asked him to just come this morning with breakfast - which he did. We ate breakfast and talked for about an hour, at which point he went out to Costco to pick up a few things for me. Meanwhile, the social worker showed up to talk to me about my state of mind - whether I needed daily help and what kind of help - she recommended I seriously consider seeing a psychiatrist to get evaluated and maybe I should go on some brain-chem balancer. I am reluctant to do so, but I told her I would give it some thought.
Brother has returned from Costco and is carrying things in. When he’s done, and rested, I will ask him to keep me company while I do my exercises, then I will send him back to his hotel so he can nap (and so can I) and ask him to come back later with dinner. Then tomorrow morning, he’ll run one more errand, spend a little time with me, then head back.
So that’s all for now.
Rosie, I agree with the social worker. It might do you some good to talk to someone - this depression really doesn’t sound like you and it might slow down your recovery. I’m glad your brother is there! You are in my thoughts and if you need someone to talk to I’ll gladly send you my phone number. My e-mail is in my profile.
I’m glad you have your brother there with you, Rosie. You sound a bit better!
I just ate lunch at my desk so I can get out of here early. I’m gonna stop by the store on the way home, so I can make some gumbo for my sister-in-law and family. This is my late husband’s sister - we’re still pretty close. Anyway, her husband’s mother just passed this Wednesday, so I thought I’d bring some food (typical Southern thing to do, huh?) and give them some hugs. I’ll go see them tomorrow afternoon.
Ernie seems to be learning the routine of the house. He’s a pretty good dog. Hyper, though! We had a small accident this morning, but I caught him, thankfully. OUTSIDE!!!
I’m the only one here from my department. It’s very quiet.
TGIF!
:: gestures emphatically because she has lost her voice due to evil cold ::
[hugs for rosie]
[wonderment about rigs and Drae]
[despair concerning thesis]
[approval of Ellen’s thighs]
[indication that she’s going for lunch]
RosieDear, as someone who’s been there and done that, major-league depression sucks. The minor stuff ain’t that much fun, either.
Obtain a pshrink, and take the pills. Both take time to start working; Prozac and the like will take 2 weeks to see the effects. Assuming that this is the result of the recuperative isolation, it’s going to be at least a month for you to come out of it as you regain mobility on your own without any assistance, and that’s way too long to have to deal with it. Hell, 2 days of depression is a week too long in my book.
Here’s a {{{Rosie}}} for you, too.
Thanks for the positve thoughts for my Daddy - He is doing well. Doing his exercises under pain of death from the physical therapist and also the wrath of the women in his life!
He is also taking some meds that upset his stomach and make him woosy which is not what he needs so the physical therapist suggested acupunture so his first session is Monday. I will also henceforth hereby refer to him as BioDad in keeping with the rest of the Bio group.
Gotti I am pleased your mom is doing well - it sounds way less invasive which can only be good.
As for the wedding dress shopping ha - I look kind of odd in the pictures but if I can join photobucket or somthing and figure out links etc I may post them. I am not the most photogenic of people so I feel kinda embarressed.
And I can’t remember who asked but I didn’t move to get married I moved for work - FutureMrEms may be moving to live with me
::Climbs on the rosie bandwagon:: Dear, it’s no reflection on you if you need a little extra help. Try it. If it doesn’t help, you can always quit.
Billing Hell is currently on hiatis whilst the team leaders attempt to make sense of the cost details. I love my job… 
I am determined to have chinese for dinner tonight. I think some sesame chicken and something pork. Or should that be Sum Tang Pork.
I usually have a Chinese breakfast. Every day I eat the Sam Ting…
We have some very stupid people in our front office. They keep paging Roundboy on the speaker phone at his desk. He’s not answering (because he is in another part of the building), so they wait a few seconds, and say his name again. Over and over again. Instead of checking once at his desk, and then paging him over the building’s PA system.
“Roundboy?” - 20 seconds -“Roundboy?” -20 seconds - “Roundboy?”
So then I yell across the room “Say it a few more times and maybe he’ll answer!”, I get told I’m being mean to others. What is this, friggin’ kindergarten? They’re idiots, and deserve to be mocked and ridiculed. I should be worshipped for my ability to reduce morons to tears.
Bro came back with goodies, and stuck around while I did my PT. He’s gone back to the hotel to work on his book and check his email (the hotel clerk said because Bro was so nice at check in, the WiFi would be comp’d) and he’ll call me at 6:30ish to see what I want for dinner and come spend a little more time with me.
Then tomorrow he’ll run me one more errand (for stuff I need in much smaller quantities than Costco carries), he’ll keep me company while I exercise and then he’ll head back home.
It’s so nice to have the company. Maybe one of my friends can come keep me company on Sunday
I’ve managed to take a shower today and that’s about it. I’m fixing to go dry my hair and start mucking out our bonus room.
Just got off the phone with hubby and found out our dinner reservations are for 7:00 tonight, so I’ll a good amount of time to get some cleaning done for tomorrows shindig. We’ll see how far I actually get, though. It’s kind of nice being home by myself and enjoying the peace and quiet, so it’s hard to get motivated.
In the continuing unwelcome updates about my condition :D, I have just eaten some shredded wheat. You know, the kind in long roll-type things that you pour hot milk and sugar over?
And I’m making crappy no-chicken chicken soup.
After lunch I’m going to bake a cake and beat the livingroom into some kind of order, since we’re having Real Adults (older than us) over.
More hugs for rosie. I hope friends can come over and keep you company.
Hey guys, I’m at the public library, so I haven’t got the time to actually read the MMP. We moved in on Tuesday and have finally finished the stupid shopping for everything adventure that has been happening all week. I’ve got an interview with one of the libraries in the area, but it’s not the one I applied to. I applied for the location that’s 30 minutes away from the house, and apparently I’m set up for an interview at one that’s over an hour away. I’m just going to have to call them up and explain my position. No time for that now, though; I’ve got to think about alphabetizing all the books in our home library.
No internet access for now; I’ve got to be contributing financially to the household for that. The dog has adjusted well to the new surroundings, and I’ve seen more wildlife in the past week than I did in the past month living in South Florida. I love it! The only downside is that there are a million love bugs that smash against my car and try to mate inside my house. Yecch.
Training ended shortly after 11 this morning, and I decided to take the rest of the day off. I met my sweetie for lunch, then we moved the boat to the haul-out slip. It was quite windy and since we haven’t had a lot of time on this boat, **FCD ** was playing around to see how it responded to various throttle and gear settings.
I gotta say - he and I have been sailing/boating our entire time together, and he still impresses me when he does the close-in boat handling stuff. We had to back into the slip so the travel-lift can get us out, and between the wind pushing the bow and the prop walk in reverse, the boat was being a regular butt. I was running back and forth preparing to fend us off other boats or pilings, but it wasn’t necessary. Cap’n Steve knew exactly how to do it. He got us lined up and by switching from forward to reverse and changing the power setting, he backed us into the slip as if it was dead calm and he had 2 propellers to make it easy. I was pretty much reduced to line handling, which I do well. Once we were centered and tied up, I came home. He’ll be an hour or so behind me, I’m guessing.
Tomorrow, she comes out of the water, and the fun begins. Five thru-hulls have to be replaced, the transom (that’s the flat part of the stern) needs to be sanded, patched, and painted. The rest of the hull will be painted (below the waterline) or waxed (above the waterline) - my job is painting. I’ll probably help with the thru-hull installation, too. We decided to pay the yard guys to clean and sand the bottom, especially since Maryland has some new Clean Marina rules about sanding - better to let the pros do it right rather than risk a big fine. All told, I think we’ll be out about a week and a half. Oh the joys of boat ownership.
We’ve also got to move all of our furniture into the garage before Tuesday when the new carpet is being installed. Boo, but YAY! This time next week, we’ll have nice new carpet in all 3 bedrooms. No more red, green, and gold respectively. Nice pewter grey in all 3 rooms.
And when I’m not doing that stuff, I’ll be playing with clay. MamaTigs, I figured out that throwing the size bowls you want will make me insane or worse. However, I learned a technique in class where I can make exactly what you want without going over the edge. I think your idiots will find the final results to be satisfactory - even drool-worthy.
It’s dreary and chilly outside, but not cold enough for the heat to be on, so that’s good. My electric bill is decent since we aren’t using the A/C yet. Life is good. TGIF!!!
BioRosie permit me to join in the chorus of ain’t nuttin’ wrong with at least talkin’ it out with somebody, whether you do the meds or not. Counseling could at least help you put things into perspective. If you feel like you need the meds, then there’s no harm or shame in that either. Been there, done that, all that good stuff. Just sayin’, it helped when I needed it. Here’s a great big ol’ {{{BioRosie}}} for ya!
Taters yay for days off just cause. And early Happy Birthday. I promise to show up and serenade you on the big day.
FCM whenever you talk about the boat I feel the urge to talk like a pirate. HAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Rebo you are indeed a true southerner. Of course you must cook and take over food. That’s what we southerners do. BTW, I’m droolin’ here just reading you talk about makin’ gumbo.
JoeDawg has finished his dindin and is barking. That means we must needs to go out and attend to our business. The nanny is required to open the door, so off I go!
swampy I saw no $99 wedding gowns when I tried mine on…I do know that mine is on sale till Tuesday