The pic isn’t working for me…which makes me sad because I know that its great. I’ll check back when I go outside. reception is better downstairs.
As someone who used to pinch nerves in her feet when going downstairs or getting out of bed, my footfelt sympathy.
Pic isn’t working for me either.
Dr. G, I’m glad that it’s minor, and hope you feel better soonest! Sorry to have scared you, but that is a scary combination of symptoms!
And poor Biopup! I’ll just be rude and say that your neighbor is a poopyhead, whatever excuses you’ve offered! Here’s hoping for a quick recovery!
Also, it would be really, really nice if Littlest Matata would go to sleep. When the Mr. goes on night shift, it’s hard to keep her on a normal-ish schedule, but this is ridiculous! And I’m so sleep-deprived right now… I don’t know how we’ll function once the baby arrives in a few weeks!
I feel for you, my innerbits made the last 30 years of my life hell, and I was thrilled to have them ripped out with extreme prejudice - the last 5 years or so were pure hell because of that. /me passes you a heating pad and chocolate with no calories.
I would put up with my Dad at his grumpiest to have him back for just one day. I am thrilled that so far it is working out for you guys!
[I once heard my Dad cussing out one of the employees where we both worked. Not one single word that couldn’t be repeated in front of Granny, and I swear it would strip the paint off a wall. Amazing what 30 years in the Army can do for a vocabulary :eek::D]
And what is that supposed to explain? All I get is a small logo that says “Image hosted by Tripod.”
Fucking men. (I’m not normally a paint all of one sex with a single brush but it’s my little girl:()
So my daughter has been dating this boy for almost a year and since he’s afraid of dogs she mostly travels to his house to stay, he rarely visits here. This means that in addition to all her classes and her job she’s spending an extra 4 hours on buses for each visit, and since she’s at his house she is not as efficient when working on her school projects. Last semester that was fine. She could handle the workload and things were great.
This semester her class load and project load is higher plus she’s interviewing for summer jobs and she’s working on her application packages for a semester exchange program.
This week she had a huge disappointment. The school she really wanted to attend announced that due to a change in their admin structure they were taking a year off of the exchange program. She spent some time with the exchange coordinator and they’re encouraging her to spend two semesters at their sister school in Florence instead. Stupid insecure boy/man has spent the last 3 days trying to guilt her into not applying. Lines like “I knew you were going to dump me” and “I could tell that you were getting bored with me”
She’s working so hard to get over her disappointment (She’s been planning for this particular school for 2 years. Buying travel books, structuring her resume and portfolio specifically for this program) and she’s getting no support from him at all. Not a single indication that he is sad her plan didn’t work out.
Bleah. At least she’s finding out now, and she’s strong enough to do what she needs to for her future anyway but he’s going to make her feel guilty about it and that just sucks 
Does being a bloody asshole make someone be a hemorroid? That boyfriend sounds like a hemorroid.
Ugh. As Dan Savage would say, it’s time for her to dump that motherfucker already.
Reminds me of my long-ago ex. He never understood that it was mainly his insecurity about being dumped that led to me dumping him. He was also an alcoholic, but the strain of propping up his ego dwarfed the issues that caused.
Ow.
You’d think taking such an impressive cocktail of painkillers that I could probably sell my blood on the black market would stop things hurting, right?
Would have been nice.
I thought my back was bad last week- it’s got steadily worse, and worse, and now I can’t even lie down in anything resembling a normal, comfortable position- my spine’s somehow twisted so I’m walking like an Eygptian, on the rare occasions I can actually get out of a crawl, and I can’t even lie down flat without shooting pains up my whole leg.
I am so tired of this.
Februbitchy. That’s what it will be.
Filbert, you have my sympathy. I know that the worse part is that if you can’t sleep, your body doesn’t relax and you are less able to disregard the pain, and it keeps you awake and it just keeps getting worse and worse.
I’m sending good thoughts for BioPup. Poor little girl, the pain must have been terrible. I can report that one-eyed critters do adapt very well. When I’m handling one, I try to touch them on the side that they have sight first so I don’t startle them. You might notice that her head seems to be wobbling when she’s walking/running around. If so, ask your vet, but its probably not neuro damage, its probably because she is moving head so she can see.
My rants: I cut my thumb while trying to tear open a package of vending machine trail mix. The cut is in just the right place to make me go owie while using the virtual keypad on my phone. I usually carry a small pocket knife that has scissors, but I only took a carry on bag so I had to leave it at home. I’m blaming my pain on the TSA!!! (when I go off to look for food, I will buy another one, I really miss that thing)
Now that Bill is out of the critical care unit, he can have visitors. Bill is still sleeping most of the time, so I greet them in a hushed voice, invite them to write a note on his white board and usher them out. They are all nice and polite, but most of them are people he works with and they all seem shocked that it will be at least 6 weeks before he is able to go back to work.
The man just had his had his chest split open and his heart cut apart, not to mention the vein that was stripped from his leg. They should be thrilled that he will be back so soon, not leaving me with contracts and what-not for him to look over when he wakes up.
I asked one of the nurses for Bill’s keys and she gave them to me. This is rant worthy by itself. The hospital staff have no idea who I am and what my relationship is with Bill. They shouldn’t be talking to me about private issues and they certainly shouldn’t be giving me his keys. Of course, I’m not going to complain to them, but its wrong. What if I was a bitter exwife who will take this moment to drive his truck into his living room and then leave a bloody cow’s head on his bed?
Rantuary?
I told someone today that the multi-use path was an on-leash area (she was walking her two poorly-controlled dogs off-leash on it). She gave me a look like, “Okay, thanks, crazy lady.” Hey, I’m not the one who ran the path through the off-leash area and then didn’t fence in the off-leash area, so ignorant people like you can mis-use it! And, maybe I AM a crazy lady! Maybe I’ll tell you the same thing every damned time you walk your dogs there illegally!
Bah.
I like Cat Whisperer’s offering better. Rantuary just rolls off the tongue 
This quitting smoking thing sucks big time. I don’t want to quit, its something that I enjoy and relaxes me, but I have to because Bill has to quit. He’s got it easier than me, he is all drugged up and I’m sitting around and worrying.
So, I do go down to the smoking area and light up. The smoking patients drag their IV stands out to smoke. We talk. One of them is dieing of AIDS and Hep B (or maybe C). I see people dig through the ashtrays and smoke the butts. OMG!!!
I’m going to start using ecigs. Bill will just have to suffer. The nicotine should be out of his system before we go home, so it will just be habit for him.
Februranty!
flatlined: I wouldn’t judge the staff too harshly here. They’ve seen you camp out in his room, follow every instruction they’ve given you, and do everything in your power to help this man. I’d be willing to bet my last nickel you’ve offered to help the staff do anything for Bill, as well. Even if they don’t know exactly who you are, they know you’re on his side.
During my recent time visiting a hospital ICU day and night, I can tell you that the nurses are pretty good judges of character. Most of the time they let visitors in and stay as long as they liked, and handed out info freely. However, the visitor I dubbed ‘Dipshit the first’ was kept on a very short leash and given no info at all.
Please do keep us updated, even if you have to venture into MPSIMS to do it.
I took the CCS* exam and missed passing it by just 12 points. 12 freaking points.
Can’t feel too bad since only 48% or so of those taking it pass it the first time, but…dang.
*Certified (Medical) Coding Specialist
Februranty Bitchuary!
Don’t you think Bill wants you to stay alive and not die of lung cancer too? (Not to mention all the rest of us!)
Did they tell you what you did wrong? When I was doing coding, I was tested and failed, but they wouldn’t tell me what I had done wrong, so of course I failed the next test. I need to be told what I’m doing wrong lest I keep making the same mistakes over and over.
Cat Whisperer I have to tell you that I think you are an evil person and I hate you a lot. So there!
I really don’t want to give up tobacco. I quit all the time. I was once clean for 3 years. Back in the day, I was a speed freak. I’d snort a line before I got out of bed. I’d hide in the restroom and snort and wash my face every hour. Quitting speed was nothing compaired to tobacco.
Maybe this will help you.
