I know a couple dozen people with Parkinson’s and only one uses a wheelchair… and IIRC it’s got more to do with her back problems; basically the combo of “my back always hurts” with “my legs don’t quite go where I want them to” is more than she’s able to deal with. Of course, it’s likely that the ones I meet around happen to be the ones with the mildest cases.
Even if he does have it, it may not be anywhere near as bad as you’re fearing right now.
My tummy hates me. It’s mutual.
Hell, no! It just means I fooled them. 
Sorry about your bed.
Thanks, rebo!
Just got an email from my aunt to announce that one of my cousins (her grandson) passed away earlier today. No other details… but he was only sixteen and in fantastic health, so the news just came out of the blue. I’m not sure whether to be angry or sad or something else.
The rest of today is going to be tough. 
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I’m so sorry for your loss.
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I’m so sorry.
And thanks again, everyone. Does anyone know if the treatments can, say, restore a whole lot of movement? Because Dad’s gotten to the very-short-steps stage already.
It’s a beautiful, warm, sunny day here. Post-nap, we’re off to the bank and then either out for an extended walk or back to the playground to watch Nat eat cedar chips.
I’m alive.
As predicted, the sciatica has resolved almost completely - just take the pressure off the nerves, and the blotchy numbness, pains and odd sensations down my leg are gone.
My back, however, feels like someone clobbered me at the beltline with a baseball bat. It’s feeling really tight and sore. Happily, I can deal with sore and achy - it just feels like a backache, rather than like someone stuck knives and other things into me.
They sent me home with a prescription for a metric assload of Vicodin. Would not have been my first choice as I’m allergic to codeine.
When I left the surgery center, I was loaded up on Vicodin, Fentanyl and Demerol, but wasn’t loopy, giddy or sleepy. I was actually feeling well enough that once we got home, I made a beeline for the coffee pot, then we went back out to do a little shopping - needed food for dinner and to pick up the prescription and some more Tegaderm so we can change the dressing. I’ll probably go next door and ask my neighbor, who’s an ICU nurse to check it out later today.
But for now, there’s a recliner with my name on it.
Rest up , Gotti. Feel better!
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Yay gotti! And yay for good test results, Pugs!
I love my boss. I decided to ask about leaving early tomorrow instead of today 'cause some databases are going to be down after 3 tomorrow so I wouldn’t be able to do much work anyway. So I get the response which says he was about to come talk to Coworker and me about leaving at noon tomorrow! So woohoo! An extra 2 hours over what I was going to ask for! Despite occasional stress and occasional late nights, I love my job, my company, and my management (Manager and Boss).
{{{Muppet}}} I’m so sorry. I’ll keep your cousin, aunt and the rest of the family in my thoughts and prayers.
gotti yay for less pain and good drugs! I say lounge in the recliner and call to waited on hand and foot for a few days. Might as well milk it, right?
Howdy Y’all! Four down and one to go! It’s been a fairly fast week for me. Let’s hope Firday cooperates as well.
I envision BLT’s for dindin tonight. Burly butcher bacon is about all I can imagine cookin’ right now. Fully clothed, thankyewverymuch. 
Plus, I bought some nice 'maters.
Home. **FCD **and I took the trailerload of tree debris to the dump - they mulch up yardwaste and give it away free, so yay. He backed the trailer in the front yard so I can load it tomorrow - I’m hoping to take the afternoon off.
Class tonight. The kids are gone for the next 2 nights, so we’re going out to supper enroute to the school, so I can continue on.
Glad it’s almost Firday!
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Feel better soon, gotti!
**doggio **- maybe you need to just sleep in the bathroom and save the cleanup issue…
Laterz, duuuuudz!!
{{{muppet}}} I’m so sorry.
Good news on the back, gotti. Now don’t overdo it.
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Hooray for good back news from gotti!
Appropriate emotions to everyone else.
Some thoughts on today:
The Episcopalians love them some paperwork. Not only do all the diocesan conventions get journals, they used to take the journals and bind them together. And they didn’t spring for the good bindings either. Half of the ones I worked with today had to be tied together with string.
I had forgotten how pretentious a lot of English majors are. I was sitting next to a couple of guys at the teashop who spent two hours talking about how much fantasy literature sucked, how much Nicholas Sparks sucked (that I agree with) and how degrading it must be to write plays/screenplays/books for filthy lucre rather than High Ideals. :rolleyes:
I can tell that The Economic Crisis is here because all the housewives who used to shop at Target in the middle of the day are shopping at Ross.
Many hugs to {{Muppet and Family}}. Will put more time and effort into reading all the posts I skipped over (which was most of the posts since my last post, and now I’m going to say “post” a few more times because I haven’t said “post” enough in this sentence: Post, post, post) when this headache goes away, but I just had to pop in and share this…
I just had a jaw-dropping moment in my Calc III lecture. Here is a copy/paste of the AIM conversation I had with my roommate Alex where I explained what happened…
I love this teacher, he’s really nice and actually a great professor to boot, but man, he can set some bold new standards for jaw-droppingly blonde moments… :rolleyes:
So now I’m sitting outside the classroom wondering what to do. Should I go back in even though I don’t know if he’s finished going over answers? Or just wait here til class ends so I can speak to him? sigh I’m hungry and my head hurts. But oh well - my test apparently just got pushed EVEN FURTHER back (It was already postponed by a week) so I have EVEN MORE time to study.
I’m glad I wasn’t there. I’m pretty sure there would have been casualties; I LOVE fantasy lit, even the cheesy bad stuff (except Twilight, which even I could not stomach), and it’s more or less all I read.
The guy who did most of the talking mentioned he had tried to read a fantasy novel after years of Higher Lit’ritchure and he didn’t like it because of the “stock characters.” I’m sitting at the next table thinking “Dude, you picked up a Tolkien clone. Not all fantasy is like that.”
Case in point. Not a Tolkien clone. Not by a long shot. Excellent writer though. Great at world-creation.
Incidentally, speaking of High Lit’ritchure, I was reading Salman Rushdie’s Fury the whole time.
Thanks for the hugs, everyone. It’s appreciated.
It’s been a rough afternoon, to say the least. My aunt isn’t speaking to anyone at the moment, and her two kids (my cousins, the boy’s father and aunt) are a wreck. My sister is in Kingston and my mother is still in France on holidays… so that left me to give my grandmother the bad news, because no one was sure how she’d take it, being 85 and in poor health.
I never, ever, ever, ever want to have to do that again. There aren’t words in the English language to explain something so senseless. She’s more or less okay, thankfully - I’m grateful she has her faith to help her get through this.
Thankfully, New Boss Guy told me to take the afternoon off to deal with the family situation and told me to take tomorrow as a personal day as well. He’s dense, but he’s still good people.
Didn’t read. I ate too much–is 7 pieces of cinnamon toast too much for dinner? I think so.
Off to bed soon. Work again in the morning. How thrilling is my life. Not.
ETA: sorry to hear of your loss, Mahna.
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I’m so sorry. Praying for your family. And sending virtual chocolate cake and drippy toddler-kisses.
Spz, I was just in an online discussion about The Dangers of Fantasy Literature yesterday, which seemed to me to boil down to, “Well, I don’t like the stuff, so you shouldn’t, either, but if you do, it ought to be written according to my rules. Here they are.”, which makes about as much sense to me as me deciding how sports leagues should be organized and run.
And yeah, fantasy all sucks. Especially, oh, Jose Saramago, Nobel Prize winner for literature. And Lewis Carroll, Sir Thomas More, Samuel Butler, Dante Aligheri, whoever wrote Beowulf, and Hans Christian Andersen.
Fantasy and science fiction can be great. Tolkien’s quote about the people who dislike escape being the jailers comes to mind.
rigs, cinnamon toast is a Perfect Food. There cannot be too much of it.
Incidentally, I have eaten three-quarters of a fruitcake in less than a week. Myself.
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Hugs to **Cap’n **and **Li-Li **too.
Work has been keeping me running a million miles an hour. I’m glad tomorrow is Friday, although I have to work. I need to be in early at my office and then drive over to the AFB to be part of a working group for our Multi-Market Area business planning session. I don’t know what I’m doing there, but my boss want me there.:dubious:
At this point, I don’t have any plans for the weekend. I hope that remains the case, although Saturday is supposed to be very nice with temps reaching 70 degrees.
Mr. Taters was kind enough to wash my rig, although I ran the hose and rinsed. I stood there with the hose and a Heinekin. T’was nice.
Time to throw a load of clothes in the dryer.
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I’m glad things went well, Gotti. I hope you need no pain meds fast…
Yay for short day Firdays. I only have to work 6:30-2.:30 if I work through lunch, which is what I always do.
Then I’ll go pick up my fancy schmancy prescription sunglasses. I’m pumped! I’ve never had prescription sunglasses! Then my other bifocals should be ready next week. (Computer/reading glasses.)
I was just gonna get the bifocals, which are practically free with my insurance, but I’ve wanted script sunglasses forever - so I splurged.
We had homemade burgers for chop-chop tonight. No leftover anything, and hardly any dishes.