She must be chilly.
I’m in class and so bored, I’m surfing the net.
First and foremost - I got an email from FCM today (I guess mine was the only email she remembered off the top of her head) which said:
although, I have to admit I’ve no idea where “here” is since I wasn’t paying attention at all last week or yesterday.
Today was another hide-from-the-light-until-the-headache-goes-away kind of day. My sinuses are still throbbing but at least I can open my eyes now. I think a Mike’s Cranberry Lemonade is called for, don’t you?
VBob - I admire VWife’s strength for getting them both done at once. I really wish I had. I’m glad she got over her fear - now comes the hard part. Will she be going to a rehab facility or coming right home like tigs did?
Haze - do you want me to ask my college english professor friend how she handles it?
Y’all think I should get her to do her exercises? I don’t know if they’ll help.
I stopped to visit on the way home. Helped the nurse change her dressings and get her out of the CPM (leg exerciser). One knee is stitched and the other stapled :dubious: , and neither as bad looking as MomTigs’ pictures. The bruising has yet to come.
I also found out that since I’m an EMT who is in their ER on a regular basis, I get the employee discount in the ralphateria. 
I also reamed the dietary staff, 'cuz they skipped her at dinner time. :mad:
Rehab is not definite, but it’s the safe bet right now. The sawbones was very noncommittal coming out of surgery, but was making those noises last night and today. To err on the side of caution, we’ve assumed and planned for it from the beginning.
Now to round up the buds and get the hookers for that poker party I postponed… 
Hi everyone. I’m home just a tad early today because I had leave work early to pick up my daughter’s prescription. She called me at work yesterday afternoon to inform me she only had three pills left. :rolleyes: She takes three a day, so she would have run out after her lunch pill today.
That is wonderful news about VWife. I’m glad she’s feeling somewhat fine. I’m sorry she had the little snafu this morning, but it sounds like it’ll all be worked out.
rigs, I wish driving instruction only cost $250.00 here. Around here, prices range from $400.00 to $600.00. What an expensive PITA. However, the driving instructors are, for the most part, former law enforcement officials, so that’s a good thing. The school is highly recommended in these parts.
So, we were sitting at the dinner table this evening eating our dinner, when I noticed a hickey on my daughter’s neck. “What’s that”, I said, knowing full-well, exactly what it was. She told me, “It’s nothing; probably just a bruise.” She was blushing all over meanwhile. Her Dad said, “That’s a hickey!”. After that, we dropped it, and I’ll gently quiz her about it later.
It’s funny how kids forget we were once their age, and that we did the same things.
At least she didn’t say it was a “curling iron burn”. She knew that wouldn’t fly because she is cognizant of the fact that we both know she doesn’t use one.
Hey, if she’s got a sweetie here, I’m happy. This means that long-distance “friend” is not a threat. Well, I’m happy as long as they keep things safe, if you know what I mean.
I need to check my e-mail. Later, gators.
Probably the smartest thing since she had both done. What does she think of the CPM? Has she discovered it is much easier to endure if she lies as flat as possible? During one of the earlier sessions, while still on the medical floor, I made the mistake of cranking the head end of the bed up a bit so I could watch a little TV…YOW!doesn’t begin to do justice to the noise I made on each extension. Noises that were summarily ignored. What if I were dying or something? No one even came in to see why I was yowling.
You’re right, GT, snowbunny would terrorize VWife into recovery in record time. She certainly did with me. As I like to say, she’s little but she’s scary!
Somehow Isaac has developed a nasty sore on the top of his left rear foot. I would swear it wasn’t there yesterday, and it doesn’t seem to be hurting him too much. But we put some ointment on it and wrapped it in that sticky wrap stuff – which took him about 3 minutes to start pulling off, so then Papa Tigs wrapped tape around it. I didn’t want to tell him it would probably take less than the original 3 minutes to get that off, too. Anyway, I’ll keep a close eye on it, and if it doesn’t start healing quickly, off to the vet he goes. Stoopid dog. It looks like it probably is a scrape, but how he would get a scrape in that particular location is a mystery to me.
I have been as useless today as I was yesterday. Although I found out why I hadn’t heard from the office in spite of repeated emails and phone calls yesterday and today – dear M. was responding to me via email, which I haven’t been getting. This is a common problem with their crappy network; they’ll get my mail but nothing goes out. She said, “How am I supposed to know you didn’t get my email?” To which I replied, “Have I ever failed to reply promptly to an email from you?” The answer is no – she knows perfectly well that I answer far, far more quickly than she ever does. 
But at least I know they still love me, at least enough to dump more work on me.
Update: Papa Tigs and the Idiots just got back from a run to the store. Guess whose foot doesn’t have any bandage on it?
tackles rosie and then calmly saunters back out of the thread
Glad to hear FCM made it there OK. (There is Miami, btw.)
Nice of your employer to remember you, MamaT.
Very good to hear there might be an alternate distraction in your daughter’s life, Taters.
My sinuses can tell the weather changed. Did I mention it decided to make up for lost rain and give us the last two months’ worth all in one day? It was very wet today. And cool. And fall-like.
Don’t think I didn’t see that, LOUNE. You’ll pay for it later.
GT
Whew! Tuesday’s almost over with. I picked my awesome coat up from the dry cleaner. It’s a cranberry velveteen duster. I can’t wait to wear it.
I’m part of an online secret pal gift exchange for knitters, and I received a package today. The way the exchange is handled is that you fill out an extensive questionnaire, and you are supposed to purchase or acquire items, preferably yarn or knitting supplies, that you think would appeal to them. Since you’re strangers, it’s helpful to be explicit in your likes and dislikes. Apparently, my pal read my questionnaire on Opposite Day. I stated that I don’t like chocolate, and that I dislike orange/yellow/brown/green yarns. Guess what I got? Chocolate and a skein of yellow/brown/green yarn. I keep looking at the yarn, and hoping it will grow on me, but it’s not. The best part? It’s the September yarn from a yarn a month club, so that means that *she *didn’t like it either. :dubious: I’m venting here because doing so on my blog will get me blacklisted, and there are other exchanges I may want to participate in.
My head hurts.
That is all.
Thanks, but really, it’s okay. 
I’m just a huge drama queen about things. After doing this for 5 years, one hopes I am somewhat more competent than I make myself out to be.
I just had dinner with a friend, who was going through a mild crisis involving an ex. Poor dude.
[Grating, cheerful singsong voice] Morning, everybody!! [/GCSV]
… can I go back to “cranky”, please?
This is too short, I’ll have to add some gratuitous flirting to make it worthwhile to post. ::Closes eyes:: Last female poster is it! ::Opens eyes:: That’s you, Haze! (yay! for Haze being “it” ;))
… Except your post isn’t really conductive. Friends having "ex-"crises is serious stuff… unless your idea of helping him is, er, to get him to take his mind off of his ex?
And, seriously, I don’t think you’re being a Drama Queen. College Freshmen are… juvenile. They take patience and resignation to the fact that a lot of them you will not be able to reach, even if you smack them upside the head with a wet trout. Accept the fact you won’t be able to get through to all of them; it makes them, not you, the foolish failures.
Morning all! No news is good news, so they say…and I have no news on the data transfer snafu. That’s good news, right?
Nothing much else, I got a wedding invitation in the post yesterday that wants me to list my three favourite songs. Bah. Only three?
I have precisely nothing else right now.
Good morning. Why is it so early?
Sorry about the headache, MBG.
Gotta go into work early (but I’m leaving early too, so that’s OK)…
GT
Good morning everyone! I’m feeling much better today. Up at my normal time to get ready to go back to work. Although to be honest, I would much rather stay home and get stuff done around the house.
VBob, glad to hear **VWife ** is doing good. Keep us updated on her progress.
*gropes *Lunch ** on the way out the door
::Grabs McUne, pulls her back inside::
You’ve got 10 minutes, right…?
Why, oh why can’t life start somewhere around 11?
Now, normally I’d say Thanks but I can fight my own battles, but having been thru this with LOUNE before, I will take all the help I can get, so thankyou, gt. Will you help me dig the pit and cover it up with a rug in a place only LOUNE and no one else would walk?
hands rosie the shovel
Let’s see: Took Lunesta at 12:30, went to bed at 1. Woke up at 2:45. Woke up at 4:45. Woke up at 7:15.
I need some sleep!
Grrrrrrrrr.