When someone’s on their phone in a usually quiet place, I tend to interject comments into their conversation.
Inconsiderate Phoner: “No, I can talk. Everyone here’s just studying… I’m in some hipster coffee place…”
Moi: "NO HE’S NOT. Honey, why can’t you just admit you’re in a gay bar?"
IP: “Excuse me?..”
Moi: "SQUEEZE YOU? Sweetheart, if I did, you would NEVER let go."
IP: “Umm, I’m going to take this outside…”
Moi: "Awww, WHAT a shame."
Nice. That made me laugh.
That is so going into my repertoire.
I’ll bet good money you’re wrong on that part. It’ll get rebuilt back to the original appearance with minimal “improvements”. I’m just wondering what structural building code they’ll go with. Will it be original with only necessary upgrades or full on 2020 code requirements.
I take it you’re not a fan of Rafael Moneo (warning: may cause rage)? I’m of the personal opinion that anybody who gives him (another) so-called “restoration” job should be served to the wolves at the nearest zoo, but that’s just my opinion.
Hopefully Ronaldosculptor Emanuel Santos is on this.
He certainly does like the sharp, pointy corners doesn’t he?
I’m not too concerned about someone trying to modernize Notre Dame too much. It’s a UNESCO heritage site.
Big Nasty, da-dirty-deck-dog, has been risen. I was sure Mr.Wrekker had tripled S’d him. But, nope, he’s back. He looks a bit cleaner, still limping. As soon as Mr.Wrekker left for the lake house he strolled back in. I think he must be a foxhound. They are let loose at night and are sometimes not caught up in the morning if they are slow or lazy. Usually the hunter looks around for them. I have a sneaky feeling this is just not one of their prized hounds. Judging from the fact he moves at the speed of molasses. Hmmmm?
Yesterday I had my annual re-up physical for remaining on the transplant list. I’ve been cleared, so good for me. However.
Six years ago I had asked about a nephrectomy, as these guys are huge (now estimated 20-22 lbs for my left kidney, 15-17 lbs for my right kidney). Back then I was patted on the head, told I obviously wanted it for cosmetic reasons, they just don’t DO that, etc etc. Granted, being 49 and looking 7 months pregnant sucks. I would like to be able to touch my toes, not have to origami myself to shave my legs, lay on my back without horrendous back pain. I would also like to eat a full meal, rather than snacking all day because there’s no room in my stomach and would like to NOT have the chance of one of the cysts rupture, which causes excruciating pain. It’s much more than vanity.
Then it changed to “Six months after transplant we’ll remove your bad ones”. Not great, but I could deal with it. Many hospitals do nephrectomies at the time of transplant. I mean, if you’re going to wreak havoc on the body, do it all at once. This hospital is conservative and won’t budge on the six months.
Yesterday. Ugh. Now they want the nephrectomy done now. There’s still some room for the transplant, but it’s kind of iffy. If I do it, I’m paused on the transplant list for minimum three months. Now, what’s three months when I’ve been waiting over six years? That’s just it. I’m almost at the top of the list. A beautiful kidney shows up perfect for me… and I won’t get it. Plus the surgeon noted major surgeries after transplant are more difficult. Then why the whole six month thing I was told the last two years? No answer. She also noted they do nephrectomies laproscopically, which wouldn’t happen if it was done at time of transplant. I have no idea how they could remove them laproscopically - they’re so huge and entangled in everything.
I’m really torn. I really would like these guys out. They literally do nothing but cause misery. I do NOT want to be paused for minimum three months. I would rather have them removed at time of transplant, slice me open, I don’t care. If they make the decision I must have them removed now, I will really have no choice, as they can remove me from the list for noncompliance.
Jesus, MissTake, that is fucking awful. I’m sorry you have to deal with this.
Does your hospital’s program have a provision for accepting a kidney from a live donor who would designate that the kidney go to a specific patient?
'Cos my blood type is B positive.
7:30am - Construction guy on a lift outside my bedroom window wakes me up. I pull the covers around me, go to the bathroom, take a shower, very very angry.
7:50am - Come out of the shower, peek into my room, he’s not there. I start getting dressed. About half-way through, he comes back up. I scream at him. He doesn’t move.
9am - Talk to the complex manager, who takes me to the construction site supervisor. Asshole smiles in my face and says it is allowed because they’re not inside my unit.
Call the police. Sorry, unless there’s intent to invade your privacy, they’re not breaking the law.
Call the apartment management company. They’ll get back to me.
Call the construction company to complain about it. Higher up asks me if they gave me any notice they would do this. Nope. Says he’ll talk to his people and get back to me.
Me: “Your people have plenty of other things to do. They have no reason to be outside ANYONE’s bedroom window at 7:30am”.
And yet I’m certain that if I was female, the entire tone of this conversation would be quite different and they would actually be taking it seriously.
:mad::mad::mad:
They sure do. Unfortunately, I’m O-. The universal donor. Everyone goes ahead of me. But that is very kind of you.
IAN anybody who knows anything about kidney stuff (except I’m diabetic and maybe will be a kidney patient, one day). I would get the kidney removal. Find some comfort now. Heal and get back on the list. Good luck to you.
I was just thinking about you the other day, wondering how you were doing. I’d give you one of my kidneys because I’m type O, too, but sadly I’m too positive. Fingers crossed a more negative person comes your way.
How could they get all of your kidneys out laroscopically, especially if they’re as huge as they are? They would be in there for hours. Might as well just do a plain old incision so they can see what they’re taking out.
You know how they say things happen in 3s? I saw an ad about a guy who had ducklings for sale. No phone number just an address. Near enough I decided to drive over.
On the highway I was driving along and I see bluelights behind me I pull over as far as I could and let it by. 2 sheriff’s deputies, going about 100mph. Lights and sirens blaring. I think, uh-oh there’s a wreck at the cross roads. I get up there thinking car parts and dismembered bodies would be laying around. Nada. A (the) state trooper was sitting askew in the lot of a closed store. I made my turn thinking something ain’t right here. I get to the little townlet where this guy lives. Stopped at a convienance store for a drink and scratch-off tickets. Walked to a trash can to throw something away. When I opened the lid an opossum jumped up and out. Nearly clocking me right in the head. I almost had a heart attack.
I get in to leave thinking what a weird thing. Drive on down a country lane to this guys house to see ducklings. Fun. I find it easy enough. Sign in front says “Goats, chicks and ducks for sale” Yeah, beck right place. I look around for any sign of life. No one around. It’s a spooky enough place, my head’s saying "don’t do it, beck! Don’t get out of the car, girl. What do I do? Jump out to walk around the back of a barn looking for a pond or penned up animals. There’s neither. A ways across a pasture I see a person. A rather large man with overalls and no shirt on. He has something long in his hand. He sees me. Oh, shit that long thing is a gun. I swear he moves to raise it. I am gone. I don’t know how I ran so fast. I was in my car and down the drive in minutes. I’m sure I heard a shot ring out. I’ve been around a fair bit of shooting. I know a 22° rifle sounds like a ping compared to a shotgun boom. This was a ping. I never looked back.
How are all these things connected? Not sure.
But, my scratch-offs were losers too.
Not my lucky day. At. All.
You know that bit about “coming in 3s”? Well, that’s just a handy way to divide the bad stuff, IME.
Apparently I’m wrong about that. One of my co-workers lives in the same complex. She said she was in her apartment in her underwear when a guy appeared on her deck and started working.
You know, I’d think the professional response would be to leave and come back later when you see people sleeping or in various states of undress in their own apartments, but apparently this company isn’t very professional.
I’m waiting to sign my new lease within the next two weeks and then I’m going to paint this construction company red with bad reviews that spell out exactly how they don’t give a fuck about the residents of buildings they work on, their property(1), their pets(2), their privacy or their complaints.
(1) While they were working, they would prop open apartment doors and then proceed to leave them open all day, even when they left the building to go to lunch. They also propped open the outside doors.
(2) When I expressed concern about my cats and them working inside my apartment (in every room), I was told to lock them in the bathroom. How that was supposed to work when they were working inside that same bathroom three of those days was never explained. Instead I put them in either the bedroom or blocked off in the living room with signs explaining that they were there and not to let them out.
I have a few ouchies… I was helping my aunt do some yard work and i packed a trash container full of weeds and it was still packed when I dumped it the yard bin but it didn’t go in so i decided to climb up and stomp it with one leg on the thing i use to climb in and one leg in the can
I fell through because it wasn’t at the bottom and was stuck with one leg in and one leg out and the lower half of me hurts now …
Ouch. Man oh man!
You’re gonna be sore tomorrow. Maybe a hot bath and wine?