[QUOTE=99.44%]
Stuff like this drives me insane. What are some people thinking!!
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You’re assuming something here… :rolleyes: (not at you, of course… oh and “Good Morning!” :))
Pie, at the very least she deserves to have that cost deducted from her paycheck.
Morning all. :: face-splitting yawn :: I don’t know why I’m so tired. Is it Firday yet?
Cutie Pie I say fire her, dock her pay and make her eat all the spoiled cookie dough. Then lock the bathroom so she can’t get to it.
Revenge minded? Moi? 
Ok, off to work for real. It looks ick outside. Gonna be rainy.
[QUOTE=Noone Special]
You’re assuming something here… :rolleyes: (not at you, of course… oh and “Good Morning!” :))
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Good morning to you! 
:: runs into the MMP ::
:: throws a snowball at everyone who says they like snow, so that they can have mine too because I don’t want it!::
Swampy I’m coming with Haze and Most Creative User Name (nic?) to live with you where it’s nice and warm.
It’s allllll over after tonight!!! It’s allllll over after tonight!!! It’s allllll over after tonight!!! It’s allllll over after tonight!!! It’s allllll over after tonight!!!
Pie that’s an awful thing to have happen to yummy cookie dough!! It sounds like that person is in for a firing, or if workplace laws prohibit that, then at least a good dressing down–complete with written warning for her file. Start lining up the necessary paperwork to fire her later. Though I do like Noonie’s suggestion as well.
Awake and at work here. Maybe I should start caffinating. :: thinks about it, walks into the work kitchen where the coffee pot is, walks back out of the kitchen :: nope, still can’t stand the smell of coffee. Oh well. I’ll muddle through somehow.
Made some yummy sugar cookies last night. :: leaves a plate of frosted, m&m decorated heart-shaped sugar cookies in the MMP for people to take later::
I’m sure I forgot something I wanted to say, but oh well, maybe I’ll remember later. :: waves to all ::
[QUOTE=mousie]
:: throws a snowball at everyone who says they like snow, so that they can have mine too because I don’t want it!::
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I like snow!
(Ducks. Let’s snowball hit whoever was coming up from behind me…)
What, nobody’s taking me up on my invitation? :sulk:
[QUOTE=Noone Special]
I like snow!
(Ducks. Let’s snowball hit whoever was coming up from behind me…)
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Hey! (wipes snow from face).
Ugh. Had dreams all last night of a pile driver of a headache, like an icepick gouging through the right side of my head. Awoke to find it all a reality. Took meds.
Come to find out that #2 son’s shoes have disintegrated overnight and the soles are no longer connected to the tops. Gah. Called him in late, and we are off to buy new shoes.
All I want to do is sleep this headache away.
[QUOTE=Rapunzel]
Hey! (wipes snow from face).
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That must feel cold… need help warming up? 
**Rigs **-- hope you feel better. Is there anything that can’t be cured by theraputic shopping for our kids?
[QUOTE=Lunch]
**McUne **and **Haze **; you’re welcome (and invited over) :p) – it’s looking to be a ***beeooooootiful ***75 degree day here today! 
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Ooooo, that sounds perfect! Plus you live close to a beach. I’ll be right over, and you won’t make me cook, clean, or buy groceries? :dubious:
[QUOTE=Swampy]
MCUNE, let’s see, you cook, you clean, you’ll go buy groceries… yeah, sure, c’mon down!
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I’ll be right over after I’m done staying with Lunch. 
Pie that sucks about the cookie dough. I vote for deducting the cost from her paycheck.
Mousie My nic is McUne. I still have a hard time keeping all the nic’s straight, and I’ve been here for a bit! Oh and come on over when it’s warm, we have a spare bedroom!
I had a bizzarre dream last night that involved MMPers. For some reason I was moving in with Haze and she was pregnant, and we thought that if she had a girl it would be perfect for Gnat. LiLi and Gnat were there, and LiLi was giving **Haze ** all sorts of advice. At night time, before we went to bed, Haze’s boyfriend? (I’m not sure who he was) had to go across the street from the house and get two beers, one for him and one for **Haze ** to drink before going to bed. Then there was only one huge bed and we all slept there together. It was just odd.
I’m off now until Monday, YAY!!! I plan on scrapbooking, making some cards, working on a design team project, and we are heading up to the cities on Friday to do a bit of shopping.
I have to make bread and do laundry today. Must not forget.
[QUOTE=Noonie]
I like snow!
(Ducks. Let’s snowball hit whoever was coming up from behind me…)
What, nobody’s taking me up on my invitation? :sulk:
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Sorry, Noonie my passport application is still waiting to be finished and submitted. I can’t visit you.
Rigs I hope that you can find a dark room and some rest soon. My first migraine lasted for three weeks and nothing I took would help it. Any light, any sound would send sharp needles of pain through the already aching half of my head. Ugh. Luckily I haven’t had one last that long since.
McUne your dream leads me to think that you might be spending too much time in the MMP…:: shrug:: it happens.
[QUOTE=Noone Special]
Methinks we need to arrange a meeting between **TazCat **and SpazCat…
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Spaz would be taking a Taz home.
I just skimmed that story beebs, but I got the “have to register to see the last page” thing too. I don’t think I’ll finish it. The backs of my hands (where I got all the IVs to deal with my ITP) are now tingling. shudder
{{Pie}} $400 worth of cookie dough? That’s some fire-on-the-spot action.
Off to make some changes to my comps paper. JOY!
[QUOTE=McUne]
Ooooo, that sounds perfect! Plus you live close to a beach. I’ll be right over, and you won’t make me cook, clean, or buy groceries? :dubious:
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There are other ways of earning your keep, you know…
Or just pick **Haze **and mousie up and bring them with you. Maybe your dream was simply a foreboding…?
**mousie **-- I’m sure you’ll get your passport soon. I’ll look forward to you using it (well, you did say that was all that was stopping you from visiting, right?)
:eek:
The beer part sounds about right though.
I don’t know for sure but I’m guessing:
IT’S ALL OVER, JOHNNY!!!
We dodged a bullet on the weather front since it decided to strike further south. Some Cocoa Beach condos got nailed by a twister but that was the limit. Strange, too, because something brought on a very painful bout in my right arm. It started around my thumb and index finger and progressed all the way up to my shoulder. I have a little arthritis in that hand but never had the pain travel before. Some time in the middle of the night I felt a quick spasm near my wrist and then one just above my elbow and then the arm started to feel better. What was up with that? It’s still somewhat sore today but definitely better.
rigs the next time you get that cold, try putting something on your head. I swear this works. I read somewhere that you lose a third of your body heat through your head.
Aw, pie, sounds like you need to kick some butt.
No snow signs continue to work.
Tupug
[QUOTE=Noone Special]
That must feel cold… need help warming up?
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Time to think about work. :eek:
[QUOTE=SpazCat]
I just skimmed that story beebs, but I got the “have to register to see the last page” thing too. I don’t think I’ll finish it.
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Sorry all, I can see it fine. Here’s what I got for page #9
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The operating room when a patient goes into cardiac arrest is one of the few things TV medical dramas get right. It’s like watching a well-oiled kitchen in a first-class steakhouse on a Saturday night. Everybody knows where to go and what to do. And so with Monica’s life slipping away, Ricardo Verdiner, a beefy clinical fellow, is there to pump her chest. As routine as bringing a person back from the clinically dead is, it’s no small feat. It has to happen fast; brain damage can begin in less than five minutes.
Back in the waiting room, Tony is physically exhausted and emotionally spent. His mind races from his fiancee on the brink of death to their baby girl lying in a hospital 30 miles away, and finally to his stepdaughter, oblivious about how close she is to losing her mother. When it’s suggested that he might want to consider having a priest ready to deliver last rites, Tony shakes his head.
“No,” he says. She’s going to pull through. She has too much to live for.
And he’s right. The surgical team gets Monica’s heart pumping again quickly and starts the epinephrine drip. As the hours pass and night turns into day, the doctors and nurses monitoring her are able to shift their focus. The question is no longer whether she’ll live. The questions now are just how much damage the bacteria did before they were able to stop it, and whether the woman who gave birth only a few days ago will be the same woman who emerges from this coma.
“MONICA, BLINK TWICE if you recognize me.”
She’s awake, but fading in and out of consciousness as her medications begin to wear off and her head slowly clears. There, standing over her in the ICU of Mass. General, is a familiar, handsome, cleanshaven face and full head of neatly combed dark hair. Tony says it again: “Monica, blink twice if you know who I am.” And she blinks. Twice.
It’s been almost three weeks since the three-day stretch when Monica delivered her baby by C-section at Emerson Hospital, felt sharp pains in her abdomen, and was rushed to MGH, where doctors pumped her full of antibiotics and scraped away layers of dead tissue inside of her to clean out the flesh-eating bacteria that had almost killed her. Now, with two simple blinks, she answered the one question her fiance, her 9-year-old daughter, and her doctors and nurses had. They knew her body had taken an unimaginable beating and that more surgeries lay ahead. But until those blinks, nobody knew if the old Monica would be back.
While she had lain unconscious in bed, however, the disease had ravaged her body. In its fight to ward off the necrotizing fasciitis, her body had done exactly what it was supposed to do - poured all of its energy into preserving her heart and her brain, so that when she came back, she’d have the same smile, same gentleness, same silly humor.
But her uterus and ovaries, her gall bladder, and most of her colon all had to be removed in her first few days at MGH because of the infection. And her limbs suffered worst of all. The hard fight her body had waged had constricted her blood vessels and restricted the blood flow to her extremities. In the days and weeks after she was admitted - de Moya, the trauma surgeon who saved her life in those first 24 hours, would perform 28 of her 35 surgeries during her two months at MGH - her feet and hands began to shrivel and turn black. She looked like a mountain climber rescued after a week without shelter, suffering from severe frostbite. She was alive, but her limbs were dead.
Only when her breathing tube was removed in early September did doctors finally explain just how bad the damage was and how she had been resurrected from the dead. Once she absorbed everything, she told them to do whatever was necessary so she could get back to being a mother to her girls.
“If you’re going to amputate,” she told de Moya, “amputate so I can get home.”
COMING NEXT WEEK: Frustration and elation lie ahead for Monica.
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I don’t want to get into it in detail, and will not say anything past what the article said. But this was a real BFD when she was admitted. Despite the morbid tale, and terrible tragedy, it’s actually a happy ending. I thought she was dead.
I read beebs’ story…I got to the register thing on the last page and did it…I think I might have already been registered, but I don’t remember. (rant) Those who didn’t finish it were lucky enough to miss the “continued next week” at the end of page nine. NINE pages and it’s continued next week, geez! I want to know now! :rolleyes: :smack: (/rant)
Yup, Noonie my passport is the only thing stopping me from visiting you…the only thing, along with money, time off of work and my desire to visit Isreal. :eek:
Here. Sort of upright. Awake, anyway.
[QUOTE=IvoryTowerDenizen]
Time to think about work. :eek:
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Do you have eye trouble?
You can’t see yourself going in today?