Blurf.
Obligatory stoned post. The cyst was deeper into this knuckle than it’s brother, so the quack had to work harder to get it out. Now that the nerve block has worn off, I have to take Vicodin, and it’s whipping my butt.
Kinda weird to call in stoned…
Thanks for all the kind words. It was horrible to think about this poor girl’s family- sent their daughter away to school and have this happen.
My college is just down the road, so since the guy hasn’t been found yet, it’s little disconcerting!
I’ve decided that that my take on this is scary event is that the good news (for me) is that we weren’t there!!!
What a day…
ETA:** Nava**- post-thesis depression, you betcha. When I finished my dissertation I cried and cried the day I mailed to my outside reviewers- not from relief but depression. It took me a good year to feel normal again. I really struggled in my post-doc because I didn’t know how to transition to doing something else after 5 years!
God!
My husband just called- they were slammed into by another while driver taking my kids to school. It sounds bad- but they seem ok.
I can’t stand this.
{{{{{Soapy}}}}}.
TVCTPYouO seems to be working overtime right now.
(((((Soapy)))))
I’m so sorry. Everything is sucking for you right now. Lots fo hugs.
Kricket, I miscarried on the weekend. That’s why all the (much appreciated) hugs and prayers. Still feel pretty depressed and am resisting the urge to call Attacks Husband and ask him to skip work again and come over. It’s raining here, so I can’t take Nat to park, not without introducing him to the delights of eating mud, and I think by the end of today I’m going to feel pretty cooped up.
Probably a mild PTSD. I’m not used to not having homework. (Well, except for the inevitable revisions, rewriting my prospectus, formatting, oh dear god the formatting, getting the Special Paper, beating people off the department’s laser printer so I can print on the Special Paper.)
Sunday’s gonna suck for me. Just so you all know. Not because of this, because of the second part of Noon’s quote up there.
Spaz, when do you check out of Pirate U./Greenvegas?
The state EMS convention is there next month, and I wanna go. 'Nuther chance to meet and say high (pun intentional)…
Hai everybody.
Caffeination has commenced. As LiLi says, it’s grey and rainy and yucky… good for the garden, which is enjoying it immensely, but not so much for me because I’d much rather be in bed than at work on a day like this.
{{doggio}}
{{Spaz}} It’s normal to feel a bit adrift when you finish up a big project… I usually feel blue whenever one of my projects comes to an end, and I do this for a living (not to mention the stuff I work on isn’t nearly as life-altering as a thesis). Things will fall into place, though.
{{Soapy}} Glad everyone’s okay. Just keep repeating this mantra… no matter how bad or how awful it gets, as long as you and yours are able to walk away intact, it’s still a good day.
Vundy, mind sending some of those drugs this way? Maybe if I get really, really stoned, I’ll finally be able to make some sense out of the vendor documentation. 
June. Not sure exactly when, but I’m aiming for the first half of the month.
Fact: Joyner Library has not one but three copies of a book called Negroes with Guns. No freakin’ lie. Look it up.
::zzoooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm::
Waves, while throwing {{{}}} and XOXOXOXOXOXOX’s to everyone!
Damn, Soapy! I’d say it someone else’s turn for awhile. Hugs to you! I’m glad the family are okay.
It’s another bleh day here. God, I sooooo need a vacation. August cannot get here soon enough.
I’m fighting off a damn cold again too. I mean really, I just got over one, and now another one is here.
My son got his own checking and saving account with his first paycheck yesterday. He also got his first cell phone. As he couldn’t really withdraw money from his account, I told him to give me fifty bucks to day, and fifty bucks when he gets his next paycheck.
I guess I should put my nose to the grindstone. I need to build a database with import specs. After that, I get to build spreadsheets. Yay me…not.
:eek:
{{{Ivory}}}
WTF is nature doing throwing this shit at you? 
:mad:
More {{{}}} – cause you need them.
First, sorry if I sounded flippant before. And second – at the risk of repeating myself – hang in there.
OMG, soapy! The world is conspiring against you! Glad everyone’s ok.
I don’t have much on my work To Do list today, and I’m not feeling terribly motivated to go out and find work. I think it may be a very internet-filled day today.
runs through thread nekkid
:: laughs at his shortcomings ::
soapy, you are really having a bad week.
I, on the other hand, have nothing exciting to report. And I want to keep it that way.
cap’n, you’ll catch your death!
Hugs all round…just cause.
Tupug
How the heck are we supposed to do quotes from people not on the board? I know we’re not supposed to use quote tags…
Anyway, as a wise friend of mine likes to say “they say God doesn’t throw anything at you without giving you the strength to get through it. Well, sometimes I wish He’d keep his strength to himself for a while, along with the Goddamned crap.”
Checking in-
Ended up with the kids at the hospital- boy had chest pain and headache (he had the airbag) and the little girl had abdominal pain. The were cleared but they wanted us to keep them under observation today. So my daughter asked “so, you’re going to stay with me at school?” cute kid- didn’t occur to her that we’d stay home!
Car is totaled, most likely.
Nava- multiquote- hit the "+ button (next to the quote button) for each quote you want and then the reply button.
So what does it feel like to be stoned on Vicodin? When I was taking it post-op, it just made me itchy and a little sleepy. No happy/warm/fuzzy/whatever feelings. As it is, it just barely did anything for the discomfort.
My moratorium on tragedies isn’t working. Looks like **soapy **needs a new car now, and I just found out that a friend has stage 4 colon and lung cancer. Most likely, the CA metastasized from the colon to the lungs. Survival rate is described as a 5% chance to live another 5 years.
Invisible Tenant continues to piss us off - last night he cooked himself a TV dinner and did not clean off the pan. All he had to do was set the pre-fab food-like object on the pan for half an hour, then take the tray off the pan and eat. Somehow, he managed to slop stuff onto the pan, where it’s now baked on and icky.
Dredlocked Trashbin Masher is near, and I’m impatiently waiting for the UPS guy.