Pokemon. The game turns off if you go over 30.
First, my good news: I don’t have a brain tumor, so that’s nice.
Second, my rant:
While I don’t have a brain tumor, I do have a tumor in the back of my right arm. That’s not my actual rant - I’ve had it for at least 7-10 years, but lately it’s been growing very fast and is pressing up against my triceps. So, I went to a dermatologist, who said I could get it out now or wait. I said I’d like to get it out, was advised that my family doc might be able to take it out (probably for cheaper than a specialist), so I visited my family doc. She said I needed to go a surgical center. I made an appointment with the surgical center, stupidly thinking they’d just schedule me and take the fucking thing out. They have to have a consult first, too. Yes, I get it - they shouldn’t cut open my arm before they talk to me first. But holy fucking shit, I am tired of everyone looking at my arm, agreeing that my tumor (which I’ve affectionately named my twin) should/could go and not taking the goddamn thing out.
I’ve never been so eager before in my life for someone to get over with it already and cut me the fuck open. One of the reasons I’ve waited so long was because anesthesia - local and general - does not generally last long on me, so it took me a lot to psych myself up to do this and I’m really running out of interest. Also, I’m tired of taking time off for this and tired of having different people tell me the exact same thing.
Ooo, my mom’s been through something like that! Careful on the consult…you’ll get a bill from each surgeon who comes in to have a look. 
Minor rant: the necklace I wore today has a 60 day guarantee. Today was day 59. The chain broke 15 minutes ago. Yes, I have the materials to fix it, but still… >.<
Right now I can wait to get home from the hospital. Came here on Sunday with a kidney infection that turned into sepsis, then septic shock. I don’t remember much, but I went from the ER to the ICU to getting a bunch of IV fluids (4 liters) which still didn’t raise my way too low blood pressure. Finally some drugs did the trick, but I guess the damage was done. A portion of my heart wall was affected. Fortunately, I see a cardiologist, and he was able to do a cardiac cath, open up a clogged vessel which will hopefully perfuse the damaged area. This all started on Saturday when I thought I might be getting a UTI and would call my doctor on Monday.
One weird thing - I was so thirsty when I first got in that I kept asking for water or ice. They wouldn’t give me any, but after asking numerous times, they had two girls sit with me, I guess to make sure I didn’t toddle off to find some water. There was even one in the ICU where I didn’t even have the strength to sit up. Eventually, as I got better, they left, but was replaced by a robot (remote camera on an impressive stand). The first time I moved too much, it told me to stop. :eek: Wasn’t expecting that!
Holy bad news brachyrhynchos!
I’m glad that after that cluster you are going to get things fixed. Its also good that its just a stent.
When I got to the hospital while my BB was having his heart attack/surgery he was begging for water. The nurses would allow me to give him a few chips of ice every 5 minutes. Having him beg for just another little chip of ice broke my heart. It was terrible. However, it was explained that if he had to go back into surgery, he would do much better with an empty stomach.
So, the thirst was normal. The nurses refusing to give water was probably very painful to them, but normal for someone who was having your issues.
And now that I’ve brought up my BB, he originally went in for a stent. As they were doing their looking at the heart with an internal camera, they learned that 3 arteries were blocked. The stress from the stent thing caused him to have a heart attack. He had a triple bypass after that and recovered very nicely. Hopefully, your process will be easier.
My rant: We thought that we had survived the tornado and floods because we didn’t see water in our home. We were wrong. Our home is shifting on its foundation, our pool is cracked in half and my beloved magnolia fell over from the after effects. Just because WE didn’t have water damage at the time doesn’t mean that we won’t get shifting, mold and all sorts of shit happening due to all of the water all around us.
We can’t live here anymore.
And now we have to try to find a new home in a flood devastated area. That’s sure going to be cheap and easy. NOT!
{{hugs all around}}
Y’know what would be really nice? One serious relationship where the other party wasn’t suicidal or self-harming. One. Or at least where they don’t start out suicidal or self-harming. I mean, is this kind of thing just way, way more common than I think it is? Or am I doing something wrong to constantly run into this kind of person and start relationships with them? It’s not like I’m especially good at dealing with it - exactly the opposite, in fact. Yet you’d think I was filtering my interactions so that the only people I ever start a relationship with universally have serious self-confidence issues. What the hell is going on here?
Better half and I went to visit his mom at the beginning of the month. They hadn’t seen each other in almost 25 years Due To Reasons, and he was really looking forward to patching things up and moving forward. The visit was great; everyone had a lovely time. His mom was able to get around a lot better than we anticipated (she’s been mostly wheelchair bound for 10 years due to a partially amputated foot and had some pretty serious medical issues at the beginning of the year) and although we spent the majority of the visit sitting at the kitchen table chatting and going through old photos, we did get her out of the house for a nice dinner.
He got the call Friday at work that she passed away Thursday night.
While I’m extremely glad that they got to spend time together and left things on a very high note, I’m so very angry that they’re not going to have the opportunity to take advantage of the strides they made. He just got his mom back, only to lose her permanently. He’s brokenhearted, and I don’t know how to fix it.
If she instigated it by contacting him, then perhaps she knew that she had limited time remaining and wanted to mend that hole before the end.
Fuck. Summer is officially over for us. We took the pontoon boat out of the water, always a sad, stressful job. Moved all the plants inside, including three trees that need moved on a dolly. Burned one of the burn piles that has been accumulating since spring. A sad weekend.
It’s supposed to be over 100 degrees in LA this week.
Dear co-worker:
You are extremely part-time. Please don’t tell the full timers how to do our jobs. We got this. We may not always do things the way you think we should, but really, we’ve got this.
(I was cranky anyway, having to work on a Sunday Morning, having to work on this Sunday morning, a little tired, having managed to forget my wallet and decided not to pick up the twenty dollars lying beside my computer . . .and then the co-worker started in complaining about Other Co-Worker. Part timer isn’t wrong to be exasperated by Other co-worker, but at the same time, I didn’t need to hear it.)
Dear Daughter,
You broke an ankle in April, a finger in May and just got your cast off a week and a half ago for the finger you broke in September. Now you may have broken your arm. As I said to you earlier, the occasional injury is part and parcel of being a really active kid, but you’re taking that notion a little too far. I love you dearly, but on a more selfish note, in addition to wanting to spare you pain, I’ve taken a shit load of time off for your doctor’s appointments and mine, and you’re probably going to get me arrested.
I never in my life wished for a sedentary child. Until now.
Please stop.
Your loving (and exasperated) mom,
overly
So I’ve recently moved, to go back to Uni, and though it’s generally been good, I had to leave my regular hobby club behind. I’ve been going every week for 9 years, and I miss it.
But, there’s a local(ish) group, which I was given details of by a friend who used to live near here. They’ve been on hiatus for the summer, and only started up again last week. I couldn’t make it to either of last week’s meetups, of which there were two, in different venues, with the aim of letting people pick the best. One was at a time that just does not work with my timetable, then the other one, at a time that would normally be perfect, happened to clash with a 4-times-a-year skype meeting for a charity I’m involved with.
They posted on facebook this morning that the time and venue was decided, and weekly meets were starting up again, but they’d picked the time I’m not really going to be able to make; 6-8pm on Mondays, and the first one was going to be this evening. However, due to uni holidays, I was free today- hey, so maybe I can’t go often, but this is my first chance since I moved to meet local(ish) people into my hobby.
So, I got the venue address, drove down there (almost an hour away, this area is pretty rural), went to check out the local town a bit, figuring I may as well, being in the area anyway, then headed to the venue. Got there a little early, the venue was still locked up, so I sat in the car and waited for someone with a key to show.
And waited.
After a while, I went to double check that there weren’t two schools in this tiny village, and I wasn’t somehow waiting at the wrong one, despite getting both the name of the place and the postcode off the facebook post this morning… and the post had vanished.
Long story short, I just drove for about 2 hours to sit in a car park for half an hour, waiting for an event I was really looking forward to, that was apparently cancelled without notice, by simply deleting the post that announced it. I did get to go look round some shops in the rain for a bit first as well, I guess. Yay.
I don’t think those guys are going to be much of a substitute.
How maddening. Makes you wonder if the “hobbyists” called each other and cancelled it oevr the phone.
Hmm, just noticed that you didn’t mention what your hobby is… we’re very accepting; you can tell us if you want:
“Hi, I’m Filbert, and… I… embroider Thomas Kinkade paintings onto lampshades.”
20 mph. 
No, that’s a mistranslation in the instructions. It should say “if you go over 30 years”. The game turns off when you turn 30 and have a mortgage.
(jk, still playing at twice that age)
Aaaaaand, the arm is broken. Possibly in two places. Poor girl. Glad I took her in to the orthopedist sooner than urgent care advised…she said the pain decreased almost immediately after the arm was casted.
On the bright side, she may be out of her cast in time for her birthday.
It’s juggling and circus stuff. Normally a very nice group of people, but it can tend towards the hippy when it comes to [del]dis[/del]organisation.
I suspect because no-one had responded to the post, and it was quite short notice- looking through their page, they normally announce things at least a couple of days before- they just assumed nobody was interested, so it didn’t matter if they deleted it.
Maybe I should try the Kinkade Lampshades instead, I’m sure there’ll be a group around here somewhere.
Nooooooo, I was just kidding! Kink-aders might chop you up in a trunk. Circus stuff is so much safer.
And actually, as someone who has trouble juggling one orange, I’m a little jealous, and hope you find some like-minded friends. Whether it’s a (dis)organized group or just a few ‘juggle-ohs’…