What a lovely kindness to give! I bet that is a huge relief to her, it would be for me.
Me too. Not too bad in the city but if one surprises me in my yard, I just about need professional psychiatric care, seriously. I deal with it by not going out in my yard.
I would be too. Please let us know how it goes. Holding a good thought for you all.
(assorted curses) We had thought DH’s site was on a temporary shutdown, but there’s a huge shutdown on a lot of projects around his company, so we got a call from HR today that it’s officially a layoff. We do have money in savings for at least a few months, and one major priority for tomorrow is getting his UI filed. I really need to find a job myself, and we may need to start looking for a new employer for DH (he’s an excellent worker once hired, but lousy at the job-hunt process).
I’m still alive. And I’m back, for certain values of ‘back’
Y’all were right, I needed to seek medical help. pose of contrition
(TL:DR I was in V-Tac and it’s under control, for now)
About 10pm Saturday night I got tired of going into and out of what I thought was A-Fib and Wifey called the ambulance guys. (We have a subscription sorta deal where we give them a certain amount of money, about $200, every year just in case and we’re covered, so no big bills.) They weren’t busy and were happy to give me a ride to The hospital in The Dalles, where I expected to be converted and sent home. I was wrong. They (the ER docs) hooked me up to an EKG sorta machine and one of them pointed and said “That’s not A-Fib, that’s V-Tac (Ventricular Tachycardia)” A new and different complication my body has found for me. Well, they tried to convert me to a regular rhythm with drugs for a while, about 3 hours I think, and were not successful. So then they asked if it was okay to shock me. Of course it was, and so they did.
I was in normal sinus rhythm for over 2 hours and was getting ready to go home but thought I’d walk down the hall to the bathroom first, and went back into V-Tac.
They decided they couldn’t do any more for me and would send me to the experts in Portland. Unfortunately it was foggy that morning in Portland and the chopper couldn’t fly, so I got to ride in the back of an ambulance. That was fun.
They had a bed for me in the CVICU at OHSU, where I got to meet at least 5 cardiologists, and possibly a few passing onlookers, it seemed like. Eventually they settled on something they liked and gave me something called Sotalol, which calmed my heart right down. They also reprogrammed my pacemaker a bit (That’s a long story all by itself.)
They kept me there giving me Sotalol followed by EKGs until Tuesday afternoon, when they were satified that the drug would keep my errant ticker in line and I could tolerate the drug and then they let me go. We went over to the kids house and spent the night there and came home yesterday evening.
I slept 8 anna half hours in my very own bed last night and got up this morning not feeling like I’d been drug through a knothole backwards for the first time since Friday, and am feeling mostly human again.
I have a meeting with my regular cardiologist next Tuesday, and a meeting with my Primary Care Physican on Thursday, and we will decide on a strategy going forward. I need to decide if I should stay with the drugs or have an operation. (Ablation)
If anyone here has had one of those, I’d be interested in hearing about it.
I managed to read through last week’s MMP, but couldn’t even start on this weeks, So Yays, boos, hugs. Etc. I’ll catch up when I can.
Y’all be well.
Had my third post-surgery chemo yesterday.my tumor markers went down from 10 to 9! Yay! I had been stuck on 10 for months. Anything below 10 is really good. They’re hoping to get me to roughly 5. Considering I am Stage 4 and started out at 298, this is great!!
Also I accidentally almost gave a nurse heart failure. She spotted my red charging cord, which was trailing across me and thought it was a bloody line. I think I’ll get a non-red cord for my next chemo.
Good plan, we nurses would appreciate it.
bumba that was quite the experience. I had an ablation August 2022 for SVT. It was easy peasy and took care of the problem. I was a frequent flier in the ED before the procedure. My favorite ER doctor talked me into the ablation, saying she had one and it was NBD. She didn’t even have sedation.
Feel free to PM me.
OMG, Bumba!!! Glad you’re still with us! Heart stuff is scary!
Timing was perfect today - it was just starting to spit rain when Daughter showed up to claim her spawn. I stopped for gas on the way home, and now chillage shall ensue. I may make a sammich for supper - FCD doesn’t want to eat.
Oh, and I saw this on my FB feed. Does it feel like woo to you??
Two hours at the MPLS Symphony today. Tchaikovsky and Dvorak, so pretty lively stuff.
Bought the fixin’s for a couple of sub sandwiches. Soaked thin red onion slices in red wine vinegar, olive oil, and oregano and salt, added shredded lettuce to that, then piled it all on hoagie rolls with meats and provolone.
I’m glad that you had a good visit with your sister butters. My sis and I have a similar arrangement for our pooches.
That was so sad about Freeway Moooooom. It had me crying.
Gentle skritches to Lager rocker.
Yay for the good numbers kitap!
Yikes bumba! That was pretty scary.
We had a small explosion in the battery damage department this morning. It wasn’t anything that required evacuation, but the woman removing the battery that expoded burned a hole in the sleeve of her shirt and got a small (think 3 square inches) second degree burn. It stunk horribly and made a puff of white smoke (does that mean that Bill Gates is pope?).
We had a sad snake story in the news here a few years back. The K9 deputy two counties over was having a cookout in his back yard when he heard his duty dog (who lived with him) raising hell. He went to investigate and found that the dog had knocked his 4 year old daughter down when she discovered a nest of baby copperheads. The dog was bitten enough to cause death and was given a LEO hero funeral. She was doing something that she was trained to do, but lost her life doing it.
It’s stormy enough for tornado watches and warnings here. Last night was windy and that became full fledged stormy today. Nelson and I were both in rain gear all three times that we’ve been out so far today.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Howdy Y’all! Extreme sloth continues at da cave. OYKW et a sammich a bit ago. I settled on some medicinal dark chawklit Hershey’s Kisses. Dark chawklit is supposed to be good for sump’n or other right?
Kitap yay for the good numbers.
Bumba YIKES! Glad the docs were able to get you stable.
MOOOOOOM sounds like woo to me.
Watching hockey,and having a gin&tonic(Tanqueray and Fevertree tonic). Bojangles Seasoned chicken is in the oven.
{{{{Bmba}}}}
Glad you’re not a 10 any more.
This Woo goes to 11.
We’ve just finished off the rest of the homemade clam chowder.
I was hoping my Lego® would come today. Maybe mañana.
I am involved in what has become a very large and in charge text chain concernin’ the Shrove Tuesday pancake supper next Tuesday. I swear, readin’ the texts is exhaustin’. However, a plan has come together and folks will have pancakes, snausages, bacon, fruit, juice, milk, and coffee in copious amounts. Plus syrup and butter, cause what’s pancakes without syrup and butter, right? I will have to come out of sloth to do this. I hope the sacrifice is appreciated.
I did housework today. My friend/housecleaner is away. I also went to the gym.
Holy Smokes, Bumba! That’s some story! I’m SO glad you got such good and timely help and that you’re OK. I went to OHSU for eye stuff once. Very impressive. Good thing they didn’t make you walk that hill, though. Yikes. I imagine Mrs. Bumba is vastly relieved. This stuff is hard on spouses, too.
FCM, that sauna thing sounds, um, scammy. Maybe they’re taking advantage of this study on mice?
swampy, science has conclusively determined that eating dark chocolate is good for dark chocolate cravings. 
Actually, my dentist says it helps cavity prevention. Also, I now want pancakes with lots of syrup.
Kitap, hooray! May the markers # continue to fall.
shoe, how you?
I started a PM to you but ran into the character limit before I got very far, but thank you very much.
I was mostly interested in the things the docs don’t tell you, like you’ll have to give up arc welding in the future, or somesuch.
One of the docs did tell me they’re pretty certain the stray signals were coming from the scar tissue in the wall of my left ventricle. They’d have to go inside my heart to zap it. I’ll know more Tuesday.
Thanks again.
I love your descriptions of your building
wait was there a ceremony we missed an invite to ?
you had some left? my instacart shopper was lucky to find one stovers heart box 2 tiny bags of dove dark and 3 sour patch kid heart boxes which had 2 king size single bags in it and that cost me 40 bucks
holy crap …
lucky you as I said above we didn’t have anything left here …
heh I don’t know if you like orange flavoring but lindt makes a 70 percent dark with real orange pieces bar and its heavenly only reason I don’t have a stack is they’re 4$ a piece
my kitty story isn’t about snakes but its spiders …ok for personal reasons I sleep on the floor in the living room and I had a chonk of a kitten named Clyde him and gg could have been friends except Clyde was a tad smarter … he used to sleep with me mostly … well one night I’m asleep and he starts pawing at the blankets … then using claws… and annoyed I plopped him on the other side of the floor … he jumped back over me and tracked something down the blanket and swiped it with open claws and missed it but hit me … now I’m awake annoyed and looking at claw marks on my leg getting ready to skin a cat …he them jumps again and smacks something so hard it audibly popped …Turns out it was a grass spider local to our area that’s highly aggressive and has a non-poisonous but painful bite …I spoiled him for days for that one… and he thought he was a mighty hunter kitty after that
Until trash day and the kitty-eating truck took the trash …
I sure hope Lager is feeling better soonist, too many Mumper pets are doing poorly recently.
Oh, Bumba I am so happy you finally did something. The world could have lost you and that would have been terrible. Please start listening to your doctor and wife.
Crap.
Have you considered government work? For the most part, they are pretty good about making reasonable accommodations for the less than able bodied folks. Money isn’t bad, bennies are usually pretty good and the work doesn’t suck any worse than retail.
Great news kitap! Keep it up (but stop scaring nurses)!!!
I’m sorry about the sad snake encounters. I know folks out this way who’s dawgs get regular rattlesnake vaccines. A dog that gets bit won’t be as sick or as expensive to treat. If they made them for cats I’d be thinking pretty hard about getting them for GG and VBC.
Are you going to get bacon? That might make up for it.
It was bright and clear this morning, but has been cold all day. This morning GG kept telling me he wanted something and leading me to the kitchen. I thought he just wanted kibble rubs (he likes to lay on his side and reach into the kibble bowl with a paw to grab foods while getting his belly rubbed), but that wasn’t it. I finally figured out to look out at his fountain and it was froze solid. This is the first time that has happened, usually the pump is able to keep enough water moving to stop it from freezing solid like that.
I ordered some silicone shamrock candy molds and they arrived today. I don’t think they will work for my purposes cause I want to use them for butter, the stem is really thin so I think it will break when cold. I’ve got some different ones on order and if I like them better, I will return these.
I keep telling myself that I don’t need any more needlework projects because I have enough to keep me busy for years and I will be getting Mom’s stash in time. But then I get something that tests my resolve. One of my favorite designers does mystery pieces. We get a choice of three or four colorways and a blank canvas in the mail and then get 5 or 6 parts of the pattern and instructions with online classes. They are so much fun, and have only gone up 30 bucks in two years. I keep telling myself that I’m not going to do it, but I’m so weak.
I have to ask…back when you were climbing rickety ladders balanced on paint buckets, did you ever think that someday you would be able to tell the difference between cotton and polyester blindfolded? Did you even know what batik was back then?
I’m asking with a big smile because I just love it when he-men construction dudes like you used to be learn to find joy in the textile arts.
I am on at least one county hiring list. Will pursue further options that direction, since those jobs also do tend to be quite stable, which I prize. Won’t be doing retail until my back’s doing better, I’m limited to desk work per medical types. Standing all day and/or lots of lifting would be a problem.
DH is planning to pursue qualifying as a journeyman electrician (he’s still classified as a trainee until he passes an exam, now that he has the hours of experience to qualify), or if necessary could fall back on driving a forklift around a warehouse. He used to work in the shipping department at the Campbell’s Soup plant until that shut down about ten years ago, and liked it.
Oh, I didn’t think you would ever go back to retail, it not only sucks, it pays fer shit. I was just using the amount of suckiness as a comparison. My advice for government work? If you think you would enjoy it, apply. Don’t disqualify yourself, they have people to do that, plus you are probably your harshest critic.
Licensed electricians make bank, I hope scheduling the exam is fast and easy.
GG would have loved a smarter than him kitten buddy, all he had was an old lady cat who got tired all the time.
You must be feeling pretty good today, I can’t remember the last time you posted so much and joked like this. I am really happy for you and hope it continues!
I’m reading quickly–glad for positive news, medical and otherwise; sending good wishes as needed; on my way moving to Oregon the friend helping me stepped on a beautiful pink rattler in Badlands but escaped unscathed despite, or because of, her sockless Birkenstocks. I grew up in copperhead country myself.