Had husband stop and pick up Chinese for din-din.
Ahem…A modest man never talks to himself
and the best one I’ve ever had: A friend asks only for your time not your money
Put the last one with “in bed” and cried, I was laughing so hard…
off to write papers! envy me!
<snerk>in bed!<snerk><snerk>
Yes, highly snerkworthy. Hee.
Hope you’re all recovered, MBG. We want details (I think). Unless they’re TMI. In which case, we demand them.
Read a little more.
Considering a movie.
Might bake cookies tomorrow.
Most relaxing day in weeks.
GT
Ok, last night, the Wife and I joined a friend for dinner - the HS football game I was going to go to got lightninged out, so we ran for din din.
Got home around 10, Wife went downstairs to watch TV, I went in to take a shower. I must have slipped on the wet tile floor, because the next thing I remember is being on the bedroom floor, with a BAD headache. The Wife never heard anything, and in fact fell asleep watching TV downstairs. The rest of the night is pretty hazy - I remember snippets of: taking a walk, and finding myself in some mud walking through a vacant lot in our subdivision; making hot chocolate (that messican kind in the other thread last week, the kind you have to whisk up real good that comes from those chocolate bricks). Ok, that’s pretty much the extent of everything I remember.
This morning the headache was worse - no big noticeable bump, but a HUGE throbbing pain, some flashes of double vision, but that’s gone. Mostly - it just comes and goes. I’m feeling really lethargic and napped a lot today. Disoriented a lot - not physically so, just a kind of sense of “oh. yeah, that’s what I was doing…”
I had concussions before, and I believe I hit the noggin hard enough to shake my tiny little brain up some.
First person tells me to go see the doc gets an angry glare.
The game I was going to go to was rescheduled for tonight, and I was planning to make it, but the thought of being in a cold, noisy stadium right now sounds like a supremely bad idea. For tonight, I’m going to sit here, perhaps make some popcorn later, and read a book while the Wife watches bad TV.
If I’m not in better shape tomorrow, I’ll go see someone on Monday.
Promise.
You are *such * a guy!!! :rolleyes:
Hope you feel better soon. And if not, you durn well better bring a doctor’s note on Monday!!
Ok, MBG, but you have to promise you’ll go to the ER or to a Doc in the Box tomorrow if the double vision returns. I’ll even risk an angry glare. Do you hear me, young man?
Didn’t do much today - went and picked up some stuff from Cheapcycle (mostly hair stuff - unopened and less than half price for brands I love) and returned some jeans that didn’t fit. Picked out some more but I haven’t tried them on yet.
Gripe of the day: why are designers who make clothing for large women making everything in clingy knits? I know I am overweight. I have no desire to call any more attention to my size by having each curve delineated in knit. Give me a break.
Damn freak cat loves to escape from the cat suite - I am getting lots of exercise chasing him all over the house. He even had the nerve to go over and start helping himself to some more of my pineapple plant! Cats - can’t live with 'em and not enough fur for a coat.
Owwwie, MBG, that hurts. You take care of yourself and listen to SCL! And give us an update tomorrow so that we don’t get all worry-warty. Not going to the game sounds like a good decision, though. Chocolate was a good idea, too.
Finished my book. It was OK. Not the best Spenser ever, but not the worst.
Gotta pick out a movie now, I guess.
GT
Yawn. My new med is apparently a sleep around the clock kind. Hope I was just catching up on sleep and this isn’t the way it’s going to be. Did more research online and it looks like weight gain can be up to 50 pounds. Of course, I don’t believe everything I read on the internet, but this was the first time my shrink weighed me before starting a new med (she does not believe that most anti-depressants lead to weight gain and that if you tried harder, you wouldn’t gain weight). On the other hand, I’ve gained weight on every single med I’ve been on, maybe this one will be the reverse? I can hope anyway.
Gahh. MBG, spend a quiet evening, 'kay?
Attacks Husband and Mr. Lissar are punching each other behind me, and QD’s on the little couch. We watched Objects in Space, and I’m going to get a backrub from AH as soon as they stop punching.
Back from work, the Visigoths would be stunned at the destruction these people did. At lest the Canes won tonight,6-2.
SCL, Maggie just isn’t a watch dog, or a guard dog. She wouldn’t even stand up for me when I was menaced by another dog at the dog park. Oh well, she’s a sweetie, and a friend to cats and mailmen.
MMBBG, IIff yyoouu ccaann rreeaadd tthhiiss, ggoo ttoo tthhee EERR NNOOWW!!
Hope the husbands and Quasikids feel better soon, LiLi
rigs, I have a sudden craving for fortune cookies.
Oh boy, here I go again. Some of you may recall a thread I started earlier this summer (before I was one of the cool kids) about meeting my gf’s parents for the first time and tomorrow I get to go through it again. Last time it was new experience for me so I was a bit nervous, this time I’m nervous because I fear that that my ex’s parents may have set the bar too high. They were some of the coolest people I have ever met. When I was visiting her at her families place I would often spend time hanging out with her dad watching movies or talking politics with her mom when she was busy. Hell, I think her parents liked me more than she did.
But tomorrow I am meeting my new gf’s parents and I think the only reason that I am not stomach-twisting nervous right now is because I have had just enough vodka tonight to calm my nerves. Intellectually I know that I should have nothing to worry about, I have been described by several independent sources as the kind of fellow that every dad wants his daughter to date, but as usual the rational part of my brain gets no input when it comes to meeting new people. I have no idea what her parents are like and she has only described them in passing so I am going in almost blind. Most present on my mind is that I do not know how they feel about the age difference (its only four years, shes 18 and I’m 22. But I know that my over-protective father would freak if one of my sisters started dating someone as old as myself).
sigh Well, that essentially describes my entire weekend right there. Sitting here worrying in between Guitar Hero II songs.
Ow, MBG! Don’t you ever do that again, you hear? Scared me to death… 
Swampy, I comprehend just fine. It’s my memory. So I was early. At least I wasn’t late! Hee! 
Our pizza and salad was tres nummy. And carrot cake for dessert. I made it yesterday, with the cake mix I bought to bake for my birthday. So we had a cake for GT’s birthday, instead!
I just turned on the heater. It’s supposed to get down to 42° tonight. And yesterday we were running the air conditioner. Houston. Ya gotta love it.
SAY WHAT, BUS GUY???
<shakes nurse finger at MBG > you listen to me, mister. 1. you will go see a doctor ASAP, you got that? 2. You will not give ME an angry glare-I’m not the one who lost consciousness last noc, and 3. You leave that macho, “I’ve had concussions before” stuff behind. You need to be seen BY A QUALIFIED HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONAL–not by me, via MMP.
Git yer butt to a doc or face The Wrath Of Rigby.
Hmmmph. As if. Well. Harrumph. <shakes head, disgusted>
I must have missed MBG’s post there. I shall risk the wrath of the Bus Glare[sup]tm[/sup] and second the call to see a doctor.
'S ok. You’re all in a twist about meeting parental units. It’s gonna be ok…just go easy on the vodka.
Easy on the vodka… right. Lets just hope it goes easy on me .
Hey MBG! What Rigsy said, okay? Sheesh! You guys! :rolleyes:
We spent the day buying groceries for MIL, visiting with her, and then I cooked dinner for everyone at her place. After dinner, I cleaned her kitchen up, visited some more, and finally left around 9:00 pm.
StringGuy, it’s gonna be fine. Just relax. As long you don’t call someone Aunt Mole or something, it should go swimmingly.
gt, the flooding was everywhere around me, the closest being two or three miles east of me in the Orting Valley. Truthfully, most everywhere there is a river here, there was flooding. We had a couple of hunters swept away down south, near Packwood, WA. The worst is the looters that hit several homes that were flooded out in the Orting Valley. It’s a beautiful little valley, with stunning views of Mt. Rainier. However, if Mt. Rainier were to erupt, Orting would be swept away by a lahar. They actually have practice drills for this.
Fortunately, I sit pretty high. I live on a giant hill area called South Hill. There is occasional street flooding due to ridiculous development out here, but it’s not usually too bad here on the hill, unless one lives by a stream or water basin.
I think I’m gonna watch a little TV now.
MBG. Doctor. Stat.
(These shades cut down on glare 
)
I, also, will willing accept The Glare[sup]TM[/sup].
MBG, Get thee to a doctor, right away.
We will all worry until you do and tell us what said doc has said
Speaking as the parent of a daughter, that age difference would have only marginally freaked me out, provided she was already out of high school. I don’t know why that makes a difference to me, but it does.
Of course, when we met our daughter’s now-fiance, it was, um, a challenge. She was 20. He was 30. We did our best to be open-minded. It’s a year later and they’re engaged, so I guess we didn’t scare him off…
Just be yourself and don’t try too hard. Unless parents have An Agenda[sup]TM[/sup], they just want to be sure their kid is with a nice person. So be nice, dammit!!
It’s Sunday morning, cold and rainy, another day of work. At least I am off tomorrow.
Al, go eay on the vodka