I’m trying to lose weight again. Two years ago, I had lost 61 lbs over the course of about a year through WW. I remember it being almost easy. This time is not easy. I am so freaking hungry. SO HUNGRY. I feel like a giant empty hole trying to be filled up with food. So freaking hungry!
My garbage hound had to be hospitalized again, thanks to his indiscriminate snacking and subsequent intestinal drama. There’s a cool $700 going out with the poop bags. Happy holidays!
So he has whip worms. Wash your hands if he licks you. We also found out that he has a sizable tumor on his spleen and a suspicious spot on his liver that we’re going to wait on until he’s feeling better. That’s another $700 for the surgery, if we opt for it.
OTOH, he’s 13-ish years old, and I think I’m going to just go for comfort care for him. The consensus seems to be that his current situation will resolve itself with de-wormer. If that’s the case, I’ll probably just let the surgeries ride.
I honestly thought we’d have to put him down today, he was so sick on Sunday (it’s always a Sunday). And I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him. But the assorted pets have cost us close to $4k this summer. My ass is tired, is what I’m saying.
Today kinda sucked. Found out I have cancer. Throat, lymph nodes, and we’ll find out where else once I have a PET scan. Dr. wants me to have a tracheostomy next week too. Think that’s gonna be a big fat no-go as far as I’m concerned.
And that’s about all I want to say about that.
Sigh.
Damn, Missy. Just damn.
*Kinda *sucked?
This is hardly a mini-rant (just lost two friends to cancer; one human, one our lap dog. This gets to be a maxi-rant). Keep us posted.
As my husband and I always say, “It is what it is.” Then the other one says, “Fuckin’ hey.” 
I’ll try.
Thanks to you both. I feel better having told someone.
I second digs; cancer sucks big time. Do keep us posted. You’re pretty tough it seems but you get to come in here and whine to us any time you need to and we’ll all say sympathetic things and make bad puns (it’s the dope, after all). I hope the news gets better as you learn more.
Rant all you like… And keep us updated. This largely seems to be a caring bunch.
I kinda want to pit a poster (not Missy2U–I’d hug ya but, you know, it’d be awkward). I even have someone in mind! I compose some absolutely vicious and legendary insults on my commute but then some motorist or other distracts me and I forget what I wanted to say. Were I to just do the Pit post it’d come out almost as scathing as “[poster], darn you! You’re kind of a sanctimonious dick.” So yeah, hardly worth the effort since, knowing the Pit, I’d end up getting the worst of it for my minimal effort. So I’ll just seethe. Well, maybe simmer. Or really, given the overall lack of fucks I actually give, probably just ferment about this poster for a while and then forget all about it until the scruffy little nerfherder catches my attention again.
Wow, I really do feel better. Golly.
KINDA sucked. Wow. I feel like a wuss. I’ll whine ten times as hard about ten times smaller shit.
Here’s hoping your tomorrow kinda doesn’t suck.
I went to Home Depot today, to get plywood for my new art work. I needed it cut to exactly 56" x 37". So just as they guy is about to cut it, he casually mentions that the cutter needs adjustment; its cuts are as much as 1.5" off, and it’s not cutting right angles accurately. I thanked him for telling me and came back home. Tomorrow I’ll shlep to a different Home Depot, much farther away.
And on top of everything, a water main broke down my street. The water was shut off all day, and it looks like several more days, at least.
Is there such a thing as a good pun, or are they the kind of joke that’s only good when it gets so bad it hops over to the other side?
Sorry about the cancer Missy2U; here’s lots of crossed appendages for you and your family.
I get a nanny-mobile touch screen alert that my car’s tire pressure(s) are low and I need to do something about it. They look fine but I figure I’d better make sure they’re inflated properly, so I decide to take a few minutes out of my lunch break to stop at the Jiffy Gas Mart N’ Snack Center and use their free air machine.
Naturally when I get there someone is using the machine, so I get gas first. When I’m finished with that, the same person is still laboriously working on her tires. When I get closer I see that she has evidently never performed this operation before, based on the frantic repetitive behaviors. It’s not complex - the machine instructions tell you how to set the correct pressure, then you place the chuck on the tire valve and it automatically inflates to the right pressure, beeping three times when finished.
However our heroine cannot understand this, because her modus operandi is to inflate each tire for a few seconds, then check it with her tire gauge - over and over and over again (something like a dozen rounds of inflation and gauge-checking per tire).
Complicating matters is that some dung-head parked his car right in front of the machine, making it necessary to stretch the hose to reach all tires. This our dear lady could not figure out either, or else she was unwilling to risk of horror of rubber-hose burn by stretching it out across her hood to reach one of the rear tires. This necessitated driving part way out of her space then backing in (laboriously) to allow the hose to reach the tire more easily. Then inflate-check-inflate-check-inflate-check ad nauseum until she was finally (!) done.
When I pull up near the machine the whole process takes me maybe 90 seconds. I see a couple people working on changing a tire a short distance away and figure one of them probably parked the car partially blocking the air machine. So I ask, and sure enough the male half acknowledges having done so. In response to my suggestion he not block the machine next time (there were ample parking spaces just a few feet away), he holds up his greasy hands and indignantly tells me he was helping another motorist change her tire, which apparently entitles him to Good Samaritan Bonus Points absolving him of Jerk-Parking.
After all this, I start up my car and drive away, only to see the same Low Inflation Message on the nanny-mobile touch screen.
Blurgh.
Hey, you know I was just joking in that MPSIMS thread, right?
But yeah, hugs to Missy.
Heh, that was actually funny. But what…you saying you don’t want me to pit you? Because think about it–venom just doesn’t come naturally to me, it’d be totally lame even if I could invent a little outrage at some perceived offense. So, you get the “I got Pitted” badge, no emotional trauma from the attack, and you’d get to participate in the pile-on against the weak OP. All winning for you! Granted, it’s kind of a softball, but still.
Holy shit. That isn’t a kinda sucky day at all - that’s a full on shit day. Take care of yourself.
Dammit Netflix, quit trying to desecrate the icons of my childhood! Melissa Joan Hart and Nick Bakai’s foolishness was bad enough, but at least it recognized that Sabrina was NOT intended to be taken seriously. If your show isn’t going to have the Groovy Ghoulies, CALL IT SOMETHING ELSE!
Fuckers. :mad:
Damn loud insufferable next-door renovators are back again. Never came this late in the day before. And I planned to get a lot done tonight, but can’t do it with banging and loud drilling right next to my head.
Fuck me.
As if my recently-diagnosed IBS wasn’t shitty enough.
I mad a nice charcuterie plate for a pot luck at work today. This morning my wife says she has a pot luck at her lunch and could she take my stuff because she didn’t have time get anything. So I end up grabbing crappy Kroger pre-made cheese and sausage on my way to work. I should have told her to suck it instead of being nice!
Two rants:
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On behalf of my mom, I pit not the special snowflakes, but their parents on Halloween. I don’t have a problem with kids being driven to various neighborhoods to trick or treat since some simply don’t have a safe place to do so or maybe don’t have a ton of neighbors. What really irks me is when the parents start posting hysterically on social media asking everyone else in nearby neighborhoods to accommodate those parents who want their kids to trick or treat the day before Halloween because it MAY rain on the 31st and god forbid their kids get damp. According to my mom, she had hordes of children and parents banging on her door last night (even though the porchlight was off) because there was a good chance it’d rain, though not storm. I’m being persnickety here, but that feels like moving Christmas to another day because it’s not going to snow and you wanted a white Christmas. Use a fucking umbrella or camp out at home, eat buckets of candy and watch scary movies instead, dammit.
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My work. Oh, my work. Could you please NOT schedule 5 p.m. meetings on Halloween? Yes, it’s not a day off, not a nationally recognized holiday we absolutely must all celebrate. But, most of us have kids, young kids who like to trick or treat and the work day generally ends at 5. Can it actually end at 5 today? Since we don’t get the day after Thanksgiving off, or Christmas Eve for that matter, can we at least end work maybe when the workday ends so we can all haul our sorry asses home, stuff our kids into a costume and call it a night? Just one day? Anybody? (The irony of this second rant in combination with my first rant where I just complained about people accommodating parents is not lost on me, but I really want to have my peanut butter cups and to eat them, too, and it’d be damn nice to work only a 9 hour day today instead of a 10 hour one…plus, I’ve been awake since 2:30 a.m. so I’m cranky.)