I looked on the homepage of MPSIMS & saw that the most recent MMP post was from swampbear, which I took it to mean it’s now mid-afternoon. :dubious:
I imagine I had it a lot easier than you in that I learned manual first. I still do stall the car sometimes though, specially if it’s one I’m not used to or if it’s a very cold day. It takes me one or two days to get used to a new car.
There is a STOP sign in the village next to mine that’s known to half the province as The Stop Of Death, not because it’s killed many people but because it’s killed many driver’s-license exams. Bloody damned thing is atop a very short slope that feels like 45º and has bad visibility, so you need to crawwwwwwl out…
My first car and the car I learned to drive on was a 1969 Chevy Chevelle with 3 on the column. I don’t remember it being that hard and never learned the emergency brake trick as I was and still am a flatlander. I wish I still had that car. Had loads of fun in it.
Louie made a poopie too. Small one but a poopie non the less. It’s the small things-no pun intended. I think I figured out the problem with his incisions. The ends of the stitches, which is a heavy duty monofilament, are poking into the underside of his tail so I will be stopping at the Vet on the way in tomorrow to see if they can do something, anything. Poor baby is miserable. As is Mama.
Rose I took “not stay up”. 
I am back up. Having coffee and thinking vaguely about chores. Boy child has this week off. He is still in his underwear and playing video games. I do not understand this only wearing underwear all day. His friends come to the door and he does the cockroach scuttle to hide in the shadows. 
If you care if you’re bare, wear don’t share! (OK - more coffee)
My Dr appt was at 3:15. I arrived about 10 minutes early and was called back 5 minutes later. Then I sat alone in the exam room for FORTY FIVE MINUTES!!! I opened the door to find out what was going on just as the doctor was coming in. I said “I thought I’d been forgotten.” Did she take the hint? No, she did not. And she was rather snotty with me as we talked about the options for my shoulder. I’ve got 8 weeks to decide if I’m going back to see her or if I’ll find a different shoulder doc. She did give me some more exercises to do - stretches this time. Next step could be PT, but I really prefer to avoid that if possible. We shall see…
On the way home, I stopped at McKay’s because **FCD **requested sushi for supper, and their in-store sushi maker is pretty good. Now, if he’ll just get his butt home…
I’m in need of chillage. And an early bedtime, probably with Mel. It’s been a looooooooong day…
If he goes home, he won’t be able to make your sushi. 
The sushi was YUM but I wish I’d gotten more. Oh well, next time I’ll know.
I’ve never had a nickname before!
I think perhaps I should work late the next few nights - people are not so forgiving during rush hour it seems. 
Glad to hear it doesn’t take long to sink in. I just need to be less stressed in traffic. For now, the husband is driving the big truck around for errands and I am passengering with my seat heater on.
The consumption of dindin has been achieved. Not to shabby if’n I do say so myself. Plus enough leftovers for both of us to have for N.O.L. tomorrow. Win-Win! Tomorrow night is Agape supper and I’m told we should bring comestibles that would have been stuff 1st century Christians would have eaten at an Agape meal. We shall bring two bottles of wine that are here at da cave and I suppose should be consumed. I KNOW they drank wine.
Bulldog welcome. You are now officially a MMPer. I was gonna suggest Stick but it looks like Bulldog will win out.
No good medical news for either of us today.
Early results indicate I have an electrical problem in my heart. More consults and testing needed to see if I’m looking at life-long medication, ablation surgery or a pacemaker.
Worse news for DH. His particular genetic variation has apparently made his cancer immune to normal chemotherapy. The stem cell doc is trying to get insurance approval to use a new “immunotherapy” drug that’s currently only approved for a variation of leukemia, but it’s in testing and showing promise for non-hodgkins lymphoma. No idea what Plan B will be if the insurance denies it.
Blurf.
The guy from the agency looking to hire me played phone tag with my third reference. She finally had enough and left her recommendation on the guy’s voice mail. Now all I can do is wait for the offer, and that should be tomorrow at the earliest and Friday at the latest. I hate waiting. :mad:
The sprog was named to the Order of the Arrow, which is the Boy Scouts’ secret society. It’s an elected thing; he was one of four or five eligible scouts and they were all elected. He has to do something called an “ordeal”, which involves a weekend camping trip at a local scout campground. I’m so proud of him. He really enjoys scouting and is really doing a lot with it.
Airman is starting a new medication that had to be pre-approved. He called the number on the pre-approval letter and got the “this number is not in service” recording. We tried the regular customer service number and got the same recording. I finally googled and got a good number. His meds are now on their way.
Dinner has been prepared and almost eaten. It consisted of eggs scrambled with onion and asparagus and fat-free cheese; a light English muffin; and bacon. It was quite tasty.
I think I’m going to relax and do nothing for the rest of the night. I deserve it, dammit.
Went to doctor today. Listened to my lungs and said they sounded fine, but I was still short of breath. Got chest X-ray, haven’t heard results yet.
Haven’t had non-asthma-related persistent shortness of breath like this before. Have to miss rehearsal and a hundred other things. Upset about things going on with my health and things going on in the world. Been sobbing all afternoon and all night. Worried I will never play clarinet again. Don’t think I’ve felt this depressed before, ever, even with a long history of depression.
Emily, the combo of short breath and upset feeling make me wonder if you’ve had panic attacks before? They most often feel like heart attacks, but my generalized anxiety shit used to come out as whole days at a time where I felt overwhelmed and tired and - sometimes - short of breath.
I hope you find a good answer, it sucks to feel badly for no obvious reason.
We are having sammiches as neither could not be bothered to cook. My irk has been crazy. Spring break and weird weather. Everything that can go wrong this entire month has gone wrong. Here’s hoping things turn around soonest. Air show in less than two weeks. I wonder how many phone calls I have missed since our phones are out.
The Budweiser Clydesdales will be here again. Those horses are huge. They have a very nice semi/horse trailer for transport and a nice setup once here. At the last air show in 2013 it was the funniest thing when it was the horses turn to parade in front of the crowd everyone rushed to the front lines. Everyone. There is even a special dumpster just for their poo and they get a bath every day. I was concerned that the jet noise wasn’t good for their ears but apparently they are used to it.
I am excited for the Air Show but will be so glad when this show is over.
Normally I would have done the budget by now but when I asked my boss he said it will be sent out after the air show as they did not want to “overwhelm” us. :rolleyes: I hope to get some damn time off after the air show. SMH.
Ms. Robyn Good got the sprog. GOTTI. Hugs for you and DH. Praying for good news on both fronts. Everyone else Rosies sig.
Work was irk; rare for me. Dinner was uninspired. TV doesn’t look very exciting. Not one of the great days of modern history.
{{{Midget, gotti, and DH}}} fwiw y’all are in my thoughts and prayers.
Rockin’ yay for the sprog!
Butters here’s hopin’ sweet Lucky Louie feels better soonest.
We shall now retire to the boudoir to watch teevee until sleepy time which for me won’t be long. I’s tahrd.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Tell me about the onion and asparagus. Chopped, sliced or diced? Was it precooked?
Thanks!
The doctor said it might be anxiety-related. But I’ve had panic attacks before, and this doesn’t feel much like one. Though the ones I’ve had were short and intense, and maybe this is a stretched-out one? The thing is, I don’t think I’d feel much anxiety lately if my lungs were better. I’ll call the doctor tomorrow if I don’t hear back with the results.
Thanks, all.
That is like auto repair. I call up and ask, “How much longer on the Buick?”
“Oh, real soon. Mr. Plant!”
And they move it to the back of the line.
:dubious:
Feel better soon Emily. Hugs to you.