Not really an option, for several reasons. The transition to other flooring in the next room would be significant and present a tripping hazard. Also, part of the original floor was replaced with plywood, probably because it had deteriorated so badly. Wood flooring in kitchens is not the best idea because of water and food spills that cause staining and deterioration.
-36ºC with the windchill today - I’m going walking anyway, because I need to get out and get some fresh air and sunshine. I’ve got my route planned - it’s only a couple of blocks between places I can warm up - no problem. 
Seriously. My therapist has been a life-changer, and he has the damn good sense to keep the woo-ness to a minimum around me, but I flinch every time I walk into the waiting room and see all the woo books and services for sale.
Our trash collection company sucks. My poor Xmas tree is still sitting by the curb, looking all sad, waiting to be picked up. I looked on the collectors site, it says if you already have yard waste pick up, just put the tree out and they’ll pick it up on one of two specific pick up dates.
So I dragged it out there, and there it sits.
Oh, ma’am, you’re supposed to call and arrange a pick up! Hm, I never have had to call in the past and your website does not state it was necessary. Well, ma’am, I would think you should know to call.
Really? I am seriously WTFing about this.
And I know I bought a 6-pack of soap less than three months ago, how the hell can two people go through a bar of Dove in two weeks?
So I’ve got my MRI scan results- and my back is worse than they thought, and may take two years to ‘settle down’, whatever that even means. I’m 28 for fuck’s sake- there was no accident, no big drama, this just developed randomly over the summer. I still have no idea what exactly I did to cause it.
After all the plans for last year- performing at festivals, hoping to start going semi-pro as a fire performer… and now I can barely walk, and I’m probably never going to be able to do it again.
I lost my job several months ago because I couldn’t physically manage it, and all I could possibly do now is office work, which I detest- and I’m virtually without qualifications or desirable experience in. My back’s improving sometimes, then relapsing at random- I can’t really make any plans, because I have no idea if I’ll be virtually normal or practically bedridden.
I pit my body.
Seattle has come to a total standstill, because of the SNOWPOCALYPSE of something like 4 inches of snow. Tomorrow will probably be just as bad as today. Ugh.
When did Seattle move to North Carolina?
I don’t remember if I ranted about this or not now, but I had something kind of similar with my vet’s office - my cat is in a thyroid food study, and she needed to go in for her four week bloodwork. Okay, no problem, I made the appointment, brought kitty in, everything’s fine - until the tech comes out and tells me to make another appointment because the vet running the trial needs to see her too, and he isn’t in today. Do you suppose you could have told me that when I MADE the appointment, instead of traumatizing my poor cat twice in one week? I’ve never had a cat in a study before - I didn’t know she needed to see the vet, or that I had to ask the question about the vet. I would have thought *they * would know.
Hey dad,
When I call to tell you that my book got a rave advance review from a highly respected member of the medical community and published author . . . could you not repeat over and over again that it’s about time I finally did something with my writing?
:rolleyes:
Mom finally told me she was really proud of me. I swear I was so happy until you had to grab the phone and make your nasty opinion known. Why is it that one of my parents always has to be an asshole?
Goddamned Fucking Vision Changes.
I first thought something was wrong around June when my vision changed slightly and I started getting very thirst. This led to the diabetes testing and diagnosis.
In the last 3 days, my vision has changed radically. I used to be nearsighted. I don’t wear my glasses on the job or at home, could read fine to just beyond arm length and it’d get blurrier the farther it went out. In three days that has reversed. I cannot read anything less than not quite an arms length and at mid-distances, it is blurrier with my glasses on than not. I’m forced to sit farther away from my computer, and use reading glasses for anything closer.
Looks like I’ll be scheduling an eye exam for Monday.
On the bright side, I ate pretty healthy today* and my blood sugar tested at 150 a couple of minutes ago. So I can clearly learn to adjust my diet and get some exercise and be able to manage this shit going forward.
- Subway 6" turkey and ham with pepperjack cheese, and some blueberries.
Is it sitting in a place where it gets splashed a lot? Even a little excess shower spray is enough to wash away some bar soaps.
I wish. Best bet is to look for someone who was trained in the scientist/practitioner model. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is somewhat more research-based than most, but there’s still a lot of woo.
Thank you both. Doggie has a severe shoulder strain (or possibly a fracture in the shoulder). The pain is making him listless and also making it difficult for him to move much or raise his head, all of which is giving him that “I’m old and about to die” vibe that scared me so much. An injection of painkillers at the vet, some muscle relaxers and painkillers at home. I’m to TRY to keep him quiet. If he doesn’t improve in a couple of days, they’ll do X-rays to see if there’s a fracture somewhere. Then we’ll explore those options.
Somebody needs an ass-whipping, and it’s not you.
For what its worth, I’m proud of you. I’ve dabbled fiction (bodice rippers, very scripted) and that is hard…nonfiction, especially technical nonfiction must be at least 10 times harder. Good job!
Chimera, good job on getting your numbers down with diet and exercise. I’m proud of you as well. I hope you don’t take this as me being mean to you…but had you had regular eye exams, your diabetes would have been found sooner. I really can’t say much else, my insurance only pays for vison checks once every 2 years…so I wouldn’t have found out first either.
Kolga, POOR DOGGY!!! I’m a cat person. That doesn’t mean that I don’t like dogs, I do, it means that I don’t know dogs. When I read about your poor puppy, I was thinking about terrible things like liver damage or kidney failure.
My clerk has gout. Back when he was getting diagnosed, I was open about hoping that he had broken something in his foot. Not because I wished a broken bone on him, but because that would be easier than managing a long term disease. So…may I be the first to say that I’m happy that your dog has a shoulder sprain or break?
In Spain those are called bomboneras, candy boxes. My brother’s first place was one.
- Just painted, all in the same off-white. Someone who hadn’t prettied up the house to sell wouldn’t have painted; someone who wasn’t trying to candy it up would have painted white… RAL000 white… “paint for ceilings” white.
- While they had painted, they hadn’t covered well the old holes or pulled off every nail: hurried job. And yes, eventually it turned out they hadn’t used anti-mold paint in the kitchen and bathroom.
- The lines between the bathroom and kitchen wall tiles weren’t off-white, they were grey.
- The doors had been waxed, but two of them didn’t close properly. They didn’t just need oiling, the part with the metal tongue needed to be replaced.
- The furniture was unrealistic; a six-ten seatings table with two matching chairs? That translates to “the other chairs are in storage, imagine this room with six of them in it and you’ll realize the soundtrack will be Walk Like An Egyptian”. A double bed with only one bedside table? That table was hiding a damaged spot on the floor. Those of us who weren’t getting married in a few months twitched every single small piece of furniture and found all of them to be hiding defects.
- The windows were freshly painted - but only on the inside, the outside was completely cracked and didn’t seem to have been painted since the house was built (this was confirmed later). Never mind that someone doing a real renovation would have upgraded to double glaze; after all, that would have raised the price.
Some of the houses I saw had been painted without protecting electric access covers, plugs or built-in blinds pulltapes; opening one of those electric accesses would crack all the paint around it and, well, yeah, having the pulltape be the same color as the wall may be pretty but it’s not very practical, specially when the color has been achieved by plastic paint. Some had been painted without making any attempt at cleaning up olf nails: the old nails had been painted too. In some, the built-in radiators had as many layers of paint as the walls themselves. Some had cracked plugs.
Apparently a lot of people believe that a coat of paint equals a renovation - and a lot of people fall for it.
Actually gout is easy to treat, ignore the fecking commercials on TV, the company that whored out to the FDA to test colchicine so they could get a monopoly on it and bump the price from 4 or 5 cents per dose to $4.50 a dose is interested in flogging their product to make as much money as possible as fast as possible.
A majority of cases can be resolved by a change in diet, others by adding allopurine to their daily regimen + a diet modification. For controlling the initial flare, colchicine and an NSAID like indomethicin is an old standard. You no longer have to hobble around with a huge foot in a fluffy slipper like in the movies.
I’m just going to bitch about why my feet hurt so much today. For those who have managed to glaze over my posts…I had foot surgery back in November. I spent way too long sitting around with my foot up. After the surgery, my foot got swollen, which is normal.
The skin started splitting off and flaking and just doing all of those horrible things that happen when skin is under wraps and can’t be soaked and/or lotioned.
So…I lost all of the calluses on my right foot.
You might think that this is a good thing, but trust me…its not. I just started getting them back when the infections set in, so now I’m wearing work boots with a baby foot.
My foot needed that tough skin!
Sorry for not seeing this before I posted last. That is good info and I will mention it to my clerk. However, my point stands. A broken foot is much easier to deal with than changing diet. You get to hobble around with a very fashionable velcro boot for a couple of months then go on your way.
Gout requires life changes.
Dear Oil Company,
I’ve sent you money time and again. Now you’re telling me you won’t deliver until I give you even more $.
My oil tank is EMPTY. My house is probably 20F. I’ve been wearing long underwear, layers, a hat, and gloves. I haven’t been cooking anything because there’s no hot water and I hate dirty dishes lying around. I had to use a friend’s shower last night to wash my hair.
Every time I send you $, you tell me it’s “not enough”. I’ve paid off more than half of my current bill. It is not my fault the prices are so volatile.
Meanwhile, I’m freezing. I do not qualify for aid because I make a fookin’ smidge over the limit. I’m freezing and I can’t afford it.
No love,
Me
Thank you. Hmmn. Is “Internal Family Systems (developed by Dr. Richard Schwartz)” wooish? The Wikipedia entry makes it sound reasonable… I got a recommendation for someone who apparently uses? does? practices? that. My insurance is unpopular among local providers, so my choices are limited.
Luck! and wags.
That looks pretty woo-ish to me.
Thanks! The doggie sends you nose licks 