I agree with you - the best driving is predictable. There’s a thing going on in my residential neighbourhood where drivers drive slowly and go over to the right side of the road (i.e. the parking lane) every chance they get, then back into the driving lane. I can almost guarantee you that these drivers will get into a collision doing this some day, because other drivers don’t know what the hell they’re doing and will guess wrong at some point. My best guess at what’s going on here is that the drivers are afraid of oncoming traffic, so they try to move away from it when they can, which is a terrible, terrible idea.
Yeah, it looks like they are, thanks - my hCG levels were 697 Monday lunchtime, and roughly doubled by Wednesday lunchtime. This page suggests that 1,400ish is within their week 6 estimate of 1,100 to 56,000.
Have I mentioned this is really messing with my head?
sends healthy thoughts up Glasgow’s way
“If things are bad, well, ok, they’re bad; if they’re good, ok, great, they’re good; what I hate is this bloody not knowing!” - a friend with a different medical problem which was also in the “weeeellll… it depeeeends…” stages.
Why the fuck can’t people drive any more? Why don’t people stop at stop signs any more? Where the fuck did you learn to drive, Bangladesh?
Today, someone tried that sneak behind the first car move at a stop sign, so I went ahead and jumped on it and stared that asshole down. I’m gonna fuck your shit up you asshole.
Why is it that people can’t wait the additional 6 seconds and let people have their right of way? I hope some gangbanger shoots you ya dumb fuck.
I walk seven blocks (need the exercise) to a restaurant and stand in line. About 20 seconds later some guy walks up behind me and walks right into me while looking at the menu board. He pauses, looks at me (doesn’t say a word) and walks into me a second time.
THEN his brain apparently noticed I was there.
Still didn’t say anything to me. I would have thought some form of apology would be in order, but no.
I pit the stupid bee that flew into the pool yesterday right when I was getting ready to dive in.
Not wanting to see the poor fellow drown while I was swimming my laps, I grabbed the pool skimmer, plucked him out, and set him down on the cement. I put the skimmer away and the bee flew right back into the pool. “Stupid bee!” I muttered, and went back to grab the skimmer…and stubbed my toe really hard on a lounge chair. Nothing broken, but there is a nice dark bruise underneath my toenail now.
I hope that dang bee is happy.
The quality of the day has been declining with time. My eyes are still not fixed and they are tired and they hurt. I can’t deal with the glare but I can’t wear sunglasses because I’m using my backup glasses until I get my vision back. I accidentally ran two four-way stop signs in a row, my 1.5 hour homeward commute sucked, and there’s a goddamn toadstool growing out of the sealant in my bathroom window. In my shower. I’m not joking. My husband was like, ‘‘Yeah, I was going to wait until this weekend to mention that.’’ WHAT?
I’m sorry. I swear I don’t drive like this normally. I feel just awful about it.
Well, when you are not that far along the little critters can be difficult to find, and the internal bits are still at the compressed/foldy stage which doesn’t help any. One of my friends is not that far along and just had to do some seriously invasive ultrasounds to check things out [her family tends to ectopics in a bad way, and a couple other issues] but she is doing fine, hopefully you will be fine as well.
I did not eat breakfast this morning, thinking I would drop TheKid off at school, go renew my (expired) drivers license and then have a relaxing brunch. After all, I had over two hours to blow.
Anyone see something wrong with that idea?
After an hour and forty-five minutes of waiting at DPS we were informed the interface with the state system was down. I left, and thanks to traffic ended picking up TheKid late. Got home, slapped together a cheese sandwich. An hour later we got an email stating the interface between some county and state applications were not working. Speedy people, I tell ya.
We received an email at five pm informing us the interface was hopefully fixed. Do I dare try again in the morning?
Have you checked it for gnomes?
This is a suburban neighborhood with plenty of tree cover and a nearby creek with patches of wild forest near the creek; so WHILE i have NOT seen a live coyote, I know they are here, and could grab a Fluffy McBarky before the owner could do anything about it.
I didn’t have my glasses so I could not see the dog but I heard it. I know the dog is just being a dog, and mostly its the dog’s people that piss me off.
Like my neighbours with their dogs that are out and barking constantly at me and everyone passing by or inside barking for no apparent reason. I have no use for thes people. I could make up flyers to put in mailboxes since I don’t know many of the neighbors.
Dammit Idiot in Upstairs Flat, how hard is is to use a bin?
He’s dumped a full bag of rubbish next to his empty bin, then dragged the empty bin down to the street for this morning’s collection (there may have been a very small amount in the bottom, but I couldn’t see anything in in when I checked last night- I don’t normally look in there, I just wanted to check if there was a good reason he dumped the bag next to it, rather than in it), leaving the full bag sitting in the middle of the front garden.
The next general pick up is not for two weeks, by which time, that’s probably going to be pretty damn smelly.
Mind you, assuming it is actually him that took it down, not the other flat doing him a favour, that would be the first time in over six months he’s actually bothered to drag it down without me telling him to do it, so maybe I should take it as an improvement.
Oh yeah, and after you’ve worked out the mystical art of rubbish disposal, can you stop your idiot friends from standing right in front of my bedroom window, and yelling for you? Especially at 4am. That would be nice. I mean, I know they must be pretty stupid or they wouldn’t hang around with you, but I’m sure there’s some other, less antisocial, method they could manage to get your attention. Maybe your door bell?
Not so mini, but hopefully nothing too serious, either. Eventually.
Mr. Horseshoe is in the hospital.
and :eek: in a nice 50/50 mixture.
He and I both came down with similar symptoms at the beginning of the week: fever, weakness, nausea, and a non-itchy allover rash. Sounds like West Nile, eh? Except his manager had the same thing last week, was screened, and was told “It’s viral, but not West Nile.”
I took a day and a half off work earlier this week because of the fever + not being able to keep down water. I shook it off, though - have been back at work since Wedn. afternoon - but the Other Shoe has just been getting worse and worse. And worse. I took a half day yesterday to take him to PrimaCare, and they pumped him full of saline and gave him Za- … Zah- … something for nausea they said they give chemo patients. Nada improvement. At this point he was shaking uncontrollably and completely unable to walk or even sit upright. Blood taken for tests but b/c of the weekend we won’t know until next week if any results came back conclusive one way or the other.
Finally, they told us they’ve done what they can (stabilized his dehydration to the extent possible) and discharged us, telling us “do not go home, do not pass go, drive straight to the ER, we’re calling ahead to let them know you’re coming.” At that point, he really really just wanted to go the hell home and rest on his own damn couch, but as we were driving, he said, “Change of plans. Head to the hospital.”
:eek:
(Dude will not see a medical professional unless he’s really past his breaking point.)
So: ER. More saline, extra potassium, more Zih- … (sorry, I suck at Rx names) plus phinegren (sp?) and more blood work. Every doctor and nurse takes one look at him and says, “Man that looks like West Nile.” As of this morning, he still has unexplanable muscle weakness in his back and legs, so he still can’t stand up. I’m gonna hafta call his parents today and let them know.
I just want my sweetie back home with me, safe and sound.
Sends healing type vibes towards The Horseshoes…
Invasion of the Bathroom Smurfs
Thanks, Miss Take. We’ll take what we can get. They did a CaT scan on him this morning, and so really it’s only now that I’ve gone from “Oh, he’ll be just fine, he’s just a bit dehydrated, is all” to “OMG WTF is wrong!!!” They’re already saying he’ll likely have to rent a wheelchair for a bit after he’s released. It’s the length of “a bit” that has me worried …
Ah, and I was trying to say Phenergan (promethazine) and Zofran (ondansetron) up there, according to teh googlez. In the interest of fighting ignorance and all.
Poor man. I hope he’s feeling better soon.
The cats have been fed FOUR TIMES today. I have no idea why they’re still mewing at me.
Do they want you to turn the bathroom sink faucet on for them? That’s what mine yells at me for.
I got the estimate for the car mirror I broke a couple of weeks ago - $502. My insurance deductible is $500. Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be? Stupid, crappy impatient bad decision, costing me $500. :mad:
(Here’s hoping Mr. Horseshoe starts feeling better soon!)
Stupid dentist.
They have been telling me for years that I should be using an electric toothbrush even though I have the best teeth imaginable and do a great job with my manual brush. I just ignore them. They know I am ignoring them. I figure they must be getting kickbacks from the manufacturer or something.
There was a new one today. Now I am supposed to rinse with mouthwash TWICE A DAY. Because there are bacteria in my mouth. I should frigging HOPE there are bacteria in my mouth. Most of them are supposed to be there. I ask if there is a problem with my gums. Dentist says my gums are fabulous.
WTF? I should spend time preventing a problem I do not appear to have?
GAH!
Hugs to the **Horseshoes **- I hope everything turns healthy & happy for you both soon.
Thank you! Yup, knowing and dealing with it is a hell of a reassuring, compared to the ups&downs of this week!
Oh, they found it alright, and as you said, saved me from a tube blowing & possible peritonitis! Yup, it was an ectopic pregnancy. How weird is that?
So, I’ve had my methotrexate which should take care of everything (fingers crossed), no sex or booze for me for a month. And no getting pregnant again for at least three months - trust me, not an issue!! Not looking forward to the side effects of the drug, but hey, they’re still gentler than peritonitis (or labour) would have been!
Not sure this tale is so appropriate for the Pit anymore - has anyone done a “Ask the chick who just had an ectopic pregnancy (and lived to tell the tale)” thread before? 