Oh man, I am so sorry for you. I hope your suffering is short and easy to deal with (but broken ribs, dang).
I’m on pain pills, so it feels better today. Thanks.
When I was about 20 or so, I missed a step walking down a staircase and wound up on my back tobogganing down 4 steps to the landing. I was on flexeril the next day (after finally going to a doctor) and feeling absolutely boneless. Those things are amazing.
Another small update on the children - Concerted effort to make sure sufficient attention is paid to the daughter seems to have helped her behavior. She has complained of being sick a little bit but it was all obviously to spend more time with her brother. The son is actually, finally, improving. His doctor started him on antibiotics because she suspects he got a secondary bacterial infection. It seems to have actually worked. He wheezed this morning for a bit but stopped wheezing when we got outside. Unfortunately, him being put on antibiotics lead me to realize that I read the instructions for his albuterol wrong and was giving him literally 2 times the recommended dose. I feel terrible.
Overall, I’m still sleep deprived but things finally seem to be trending positive.
The ER doctor gave me oxycodone (and Narcan in case I overdose) and told me to take extra strength Tylenol and lidocaine patches.
You don’t know how lucky you are, to be able to tolerate pain meds. I have to deal with this deep laceration in my leg without taking anything but Tylenol. And you know how effective that is.
Someone in a ~2005 to ~2009 BMW 5 Series hit my trash can today. The trash can is fine; it actually landed against a slight incline, so nothing spilled out.
Why the rant, you ask? I recently adjusted the activity zones on my doorbell camera to exclude part of the road, so I missed the impact. The only reason I know what kind of car it was is because the part numbers were still legible on the large piece of debris (specifically, from a side mirror) left in the street.
Damn, she sounds like a bitch. Who the hell hates flowers, especially ones that smell nice?
Too bad you didn’t get video that could identify the license plate number.
The debris left behind reminds me of the time I was waiting to make a left turn, and some asshole pulled out of a parking lot on the other side of the street, right beside me, right into the path of an oncoming car. The asshole must have been drunk or otherwise deranged, because he backed up just enough to clear the various falling bits of debris, and took off.
He was going in the opposite direction from me and I tried but couldn’t quite make out the license number. Fortunately, one of the bystanders found an interesting item among the collision debris: the front license plate that had been sheared off by the impact! 
I witnessed some guy who I’m pretty sure was chemically enhanced in some way- doing what looked like well over 40mph down narrow -one car width- residential back streets (suitable for about 20mph at most) completely fail to turn a corner and smack into a neighbour’s van, before driving off.
Another neighbour, coming over to check if everyone was OK asked ‘Did anyone get his numberplate?’ just as I found it under the van, so I got to be the one to hold it up and say ‘Yep!’ with perfect comedy timing.
The arsehole drove past again a few minutes later- I think he was just driving round in circles. I’d wonder what was going through his mind, but that presupposes that he had one.
Pretty much! I don’t remember her being quite that bad when I was a kid, but maybe everyone just did a really good job of covering it up. She was the primary caretaker of my grandmother, who loved gardenia. Naturally, we always made sure to give Mema a big gardenia gift set for Christmas (usually from Crabtree & Evelyn). Once Mema got to the point that she needed help bathing, my mother received a nasty little note from this aunt telling her to stop sending gardenia stuff because she hated the smell. This aunt also resented her brother (my dad) for marrying Mom in the first place, but that’s a really long story.
Yeah… Even if my camera had recorded the incident, it’s pointed at the wrong angle to have had a clear shot of the rear of the vehicle. I’m wondering if the driver will show up today looking for the missing bits; I cleaned up what I could, but there’s still a large chunk missing from the mirror housing (it’s the piece that would have the date code markings).
Mini-est of mini-rants -
There’s a new book out I really want to read - Foxconned-Imaginary Jobs, Bulldozed Homes and the Sacking of the Local Government by Lawrence Tabak.
I’ve been following the Foxconn fiasco for a while, the big Trump Administration Jobs deal, a f I really want to read this book.
I buy full-priced e-books frequently - I try to be some prudent but I’ll buy 4-5 full-priced new titles a month, more if it’s interesting. Usually they are $12.99 sometimes $14.99 which sort of annoys me.
But this book, by Chicago Press, is being published as a textbook. With textbook pricing, over $26 bucks for the digital edition. But I really want to read it and I know I’ll break down and buy it, even if I resist my impulses for a week or two.
Oh well, first world problem. I want to buy something I can afford, I just want it to be cheaper.
There are people who are offended by or loathe what most others would perceive as pleasant, though strong scents. Such folk profess to get headaches or even faint dead away at floral fragrances.
A snake plant currently flowering in my bedroom window has a powerful tropical aroma at night, conjuring up a Pacific island, or at least a giant Camay bar. I don’t mind it at all*, but it might be overpowering for some.
*I tend to enjoy or at least be intrigued by a wide range of flower odors, including ones conjuring up old sweatsocks, lemon Pledge and even rotting flesh.
Library e-loan?
Tomorrow marks the start of Antibiotic Awareness Week.
That one leftover erythromycin capsule you’ve been saving since July of '87 “just in case”? Throw it out.
Totally minor, but hey that’s what mini rant threads are for, right?
I gave up on Facebook about a year and a half ago. My wife is on FB and is a member of a local group that transcribes the local police scanner. About once a week she sends me a link to some post, which I can’t read because it’s a private group and I’m not a member. And every time she sends me a link I reply back that I can’t read it because it’s private. And she’ll say “Oh sorry, I forgot” but then several days later she’ll do the same damn thing again. Argh!
Me. I do.
Can’t stand gardenias. Dislike Easter lilies intensely. And Stephanotis made me gag. Strong flowery smells give me a massive headache.
It made Easter to the end of prom season really fun when I worked in a flower shop.
btw, baby’s breath smells like cow manure and limonium (the tiny purple flowers used for fillers) smells like cat pee. They didn’t give me a headache though.
Yeah, if you have a legitimate allergy to flowers (or particular flowers) that’s a reasonable complaint.
That’s a big if though, and I’ve seen it used as a BS excuse in the past.
Lots of people find gardenias too overwhelming. There was recently a thread here.
Don’t know if that was addressed to me, but I’m not allergic. I just hates 'em. 