Carpal tunnel syndrome, left hand, exhausted all options, surgery Sep. 30. Better now.
CTS, right hand, later, more painful neuro tests, surgery Dec. 5, bad reaction to post-op Dilaudid (hurling, sweating for hours), more pain, slow recovery, dominant hand, tire easily.
Trying to grade finals and research papers. Cannot deal with holiday season.
Eff December.
Addendum:
So much anxiety and stress that my hair has been falling out. Also had horrific nightmares.
Fortunately, the second problem stopped after the 12/5 surgery.
Two school band concerts in a row. Looking forward to watching my daughters perform. This is pretty much their only extra curricular activity so I don’t begrudge rushing dinner, driving during rush-hour in some pretty crappy Calgary conditions (Dad got his car stuck in a parking lot, my vehicle was partially trapped by the plow, snow, cold, ice, volume, etc., etc.). I don’t begrudge showing up an hour early to drop off my kids and waiting around an hour before the concert starts, standing in winter clothing, or sitting on uncomfortable folding chairs in the gym. I appreciate the work the teachers, volunteers, and the students are doing for these infrequent events. Let’s listen to our kids do the best they can do. And some of them are very, very good.
I do begrudge the asshole “official photographer” who plops down beside my wife (front row, centre, hey, we were early because of dropping off duties) and starts snapping flash pics from his seat. 250 flash pics from one location, one angle. Choir on risers to the left, band on chairs on the right. Asshole could have taken two pictures all night and been done. Wife got so annoyed she talked to him. Asked him to stop. This is a very, very high level of annoyance for her. We are not emotional people. We are not loud in public. We sit and watch concerts, shows, movies in silence. We respect the performers and the audience. This was out of the ordinary for her. I offered to trade seats with her and she happily obliged. She was pissed. I was annoyed. The yearbook is going to have shitty pictures.
Maybe the next day would be better. Hah!
Concert number two. Fight the ice and snow for five minutes trying to get the van out of the once was soft, now hard frozen snow. Wondering how we’re going to get the kid to the concert if I can’t get out. This is not starting out well. Did I mention driving to the school during rush hour?
Asshole photographer (different one this time) is snapping fifteen frames per second through the concert. Over my left shoulder. Clack, clack, clack of her DSLR. Take a fucking video. Only 15 fps more and your camera will be fucking quiet. At least she wasn’t using flash. And she did move around so I didn’t get to listen to her camera for the whole night.
Oh, but I got to shush the asshole grandparents directly behind us. The ones who talked through a whole number. Having a conversation about nothing to do with the concert. You want to have a conversation? Leave the fucking gym. Why the fuck are you here? My kid was in the first section of the performance. She’s not even playing any more. But we are here to see the show and we are watching all the other students, listening to the special guests, and supporting our school and children and grand children. STFU!
And in response to your stage whispered comment whether or not I would shush the toddler three rows up? No, I wouldn’t. If he got as bad as, as annoying as you cud chewing, lip flapping, ignorant, disrespectful shitheads, I would say something to the mother and ask her politely to consider the rest of the audience and take her fussing child out of the gym. But guess what, asshole, the toddler doesn’t know better, the mother was doing fine, if it got bad enough the school staff would have done something, and you should be better fucking behaved than a toddler ffs!
Thank you for getting up and leaving before the show was done (probably in a huff, but I’m not sure since I was watching the concert you dicks!)
Thank you girls for two very good concerts.
Fuck you very much asshole, inconsiderate concert goers and shithead amateur photographers.
I hear ya. The thing that drives me nuts is at my kids’ school, the parents get up and leave once their child has performed. By the end of the spring show last year there remained hubby and I, a few students, 3 or 4 parents and the school principal with the incoming campus principal ( way to make an impression on the new guy) At the one last week a whole whack of parents got up after the orchestra finished and hubby called out “last one out turn off the lights”. No one got it but at least fewer people left after that.
No CTS here (yet! I sit in front of a computermachine all day) but I believe I (and likely quite a few other Dopers going through it’s-happy-holiday-season-but-I’m-in-personal-hell, but I don’t want to presume to speak for anyone) can get behind this sentiment.
The sooner 2013 is in the rearview mirror, the better.
An announcement was made at the second concert. Not many left before the end. The first concert has a smaller band/choir program with all the students pretty much participating through the whole evening. That is something the band teachers and school staff have down pat, it seems.
I think it’s time for announcements on respectful viewing again. You know, the ones the elementary school principal would give to the K-6 students before the shows or assemblies. Only to the assembled parents/grandparents. Gah!
I agree. This year’s had its good points, but has basically been miserable for me.
We had ours last night, it was cute and not too long and most people stayed (best turnout I’ve seen in 5 years). I really hate the people who record their kid’s part and then sit and watch it, sound blasting, while the show has moved on. Leave it off, watch the others, or if you must put in a fucking headset so I can hear the kids on stage instead of the last kids on stage again.
This kind of blew my mind when I learned that this is what modern parents are doing - leaving after their kid is done. It’s a wonder any kids are not complete selfish, entitled assholes, when they’ve got that as role models.
Wednesday I was feeling run down and out of it, so I told my co-workers that if I wasn’t doing better, I would be taking Thursday off.
Called in sick on Thursday. My nose is only slightly wet, not openly running. But I’m sore all over intermittently, and very very tired. Having trouble concentrating.
Get in today and my co-worker is late. Again. Boss makes noises about people being late and absences. Once co-worker gets here, I find out that he called in sick yesterday too. Because for one reason or another, he didn’t get to bed until really late and didn’t want to be at work as tired as he figured he’d be. :rolleyes:
Then when he’s called out on being late and calling in again, he whines to me about how this was ‘an exception’ and he isn’t the worst offender, blah blah blah.
Yeah… NO. You’re slacking off, dude. You were late maybe 1-2 times in 16 months as a contractor, you’ve been late a double digit number of times in your 4.5 months as an employee. That isn’t acceptable, and if I was your manager, we’d be at some level of disciplinary notice about it.
And I hurt too much and am too fatigued to worry about my illness being lumped in with your behavior in any kind of management/team discussion of “changes” or “policies”.
“I really can’t believe that people do things differently from me! That’s totally bizarre, and I just can’t imagine people doing something differently from me! Those people are weird. And wrong.” <–I’m getting kind of tired of that kind of post appearing here on the Dope.
All people are weird. And wrong.
The Calgary Parking Authority are either liars or completely incompetent - my money is on both. Every time I call in a derelict/abandoned vehicle, I have to call it in twice because the first time they say the vehicle is “gone on arrival.” What that means is they went to the wrong address and the abandoned vehicle wasn’t there (big surprise). When I call them for the second time, I get attitude from the person answering the phone; “I can’t say what the officer did or didn’t do, ma’am.” I don’t know why they make this so hard - people are breaking the law (vehicles on the street must be moved every 72 hours according to our bylaws), I’m reporting people breaking the law as they request us to do, and they make it much more difficult than it should be.
ETA:It also doubles their efforts when they have to go to every call twice.
My response would be;
“I honestly don’t give a shit what the officer did or didn’t do. I’m telling you the vehicle is still here. That’s what I care about.”
Fucking snowpants!
I bought my daughter snowpants two months ago. When she tried them on (at her father’s house) they had a rip. I had left the receipt in the bag and told him to get new ones. He didn’t bother. I didn’t know he didn’t bother. Asshat.
Now it’s December and we have had our first real snow that you can play in. She informs me that the snowpant situation was never addressed. Sonofabitch.
This would be a minor problem if the freaking retailers would keep snowpants in stock when there’s actual snow. Six stores later, I found a pair on the clearance rack that might fit her.
Which brings me to my next rant. She’s in grade five and she’s not the smallest kid but not the biggest either. She certainly hasn’t outgrown the desire to play in the snow. Why do they not make bigger snowpants? They only go up to size fourteen for kids. And adult snowpants are like a hundred bucks.
Fucking snowpants!
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Goddamned fucking apartment complex management. Sitting here stewing and debating on whether or not to file a complaint with their management company.
Every other month I work until 5pm and don’t get home until (if I am lucky) about 5:50pm. This is that month.
Their posted office hours are until 6pm on Monday and Tuesday, 5pm Wed-Thu-Fri.
Eight times since (I believe) April I have attempted to go to office between 5pm and 6pm, usually closer to 6pm. On six of those attempts, the office has been closed. Closed fully 75% of the time I have attempted to go there.
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If that happened to me and I complained to the management company, I’m fairly sure that their solution would be to change the freaking sign so the posted hours are always 9am-5pm.
So you’re posting about how that’s bizarre and you can’t believe people would do that differently from you…?
They could be bait cars.
See if it’s just one car, being moved around. 
haha 
My mother in law had a cast put on unexpectedly last week due to “Charcot foot”. I stayed with her for two nights until she got used to her kneeling scooter, and I’ve been going over there to help her shower. She fell this morning in her kitchen, spent the day in the hospital, and now I am going to stay over there for an unknown period of time.
I have two very active small children. The three-year-old can barely even stay an hour at her house due to its complete unchildproofness (she collects teacups, Hummels, Russian birchbark houses, glass swans, vintage stuffed animals, and dog hair.) I am home with them full time right now, so naturally I have nothing better to do.
Her daughter, the useless one? She’s also unemployed and has a not yet mobile baby, but she hates her mom and won’t help any more. Her other son, the slacker? Moved to Tahoe for the winter to be a ski bum.
If I have to go over there, I’m going to do all of our laundry in her machine. And she better buy me dinner.