The battery in my car died today, but at least it was still under partial warranty. Only 78 bucks and change for a brand new one. Sigh.
My husband has to have the first procedure to treat wet macular degeneration on Tuesday. Hopefully he won’t need all six treatments.
Procedure? Laser? Or is he a candidate for Lucentis or Eylea?
Did the doctor say six treatments? Wet AMD is normally something that requires ongoing maintenance treatments, so I’m just puzzled about a number being given.
I wish him well.
It was really windy here yesterday, gusting up to 40 or 50 mph. My 79-year-old mother (who weighs maybe 100 lb, drippping wet) got tossed to the pavement by a strong gust and broke two ribs. She is a very young 79 (active, fit, and healthy), so she’ll heal in time, but meanwhile she is in awful pain and the sudden curtailment of her lively senior lifestyle made her feel immediately old and vulnerable.
Amazing what a minute can do.
Mine is such an entitled baby-whine, especially compared to all 'yall who are dealing with medical issues (I hope you feel better soon, all of you!!!), but I’m super bugged at my MIL.
Daycare is closed on Presidents’ Day for teacher training, so I have to take the day off from work to care for baby smaje. Then I was like, wait! MIL is retiring next week, so I bet she’d be willing to watch her precious baby granddaughter so I don’t have to use up my vacation time (that I really need to save up, so I can have a reasonable maternity leave in a few months time when *new *baby comes).
I ask MIL if she catch watch baby smaje that day (asking her a month in advance!) and she hems and haws for a week or so before making (what sounds to me) like a totally bullshit excuse:
They’re moving in 1 month. They need some sort of home inspection. They don’t know when that inspection will be, but on the OFF CHANCE IT WILL FALL ON FEB. 18TH, she has to say “no.”
Like, what? I mean, you get to schedule this inspection, right? Like, if the inspector wants to meet on 2/18, you could conceivably tell him or her, “Sorry, I’m watching my grandbaby that day – let’s do it 2/19.” YOU WON’T HAVE A JOB OR ANYTHING ELSE TO GO TO. YOU WILL HAVE JACK SHIT ON YOUR LAME-ASS SCHEDULE. YOU CAN RESCHEDULE.
Whatevs. I’m glad I can blow off steam here. But it just makes me really worried that when baby 2 comes around, MIL and FIL will NOT be around to help out, the way they have so often promised they would be. Fuck you, MIL and FIL. We moved to this rainy shithole because you BEGGED us to be closer to the family. Now that we’re here, you NEVER offer to watch the baby. EVER. I’m totally willing to pay for a babysitter, but you totally made it sound like you wanted to help out a LOT more than what you’re doing right now, which is watching the baby for 3 hours ever month or two. Thanks a whole fucking lot.
Gah. Friend of mine posted this one on Facebook today:
Of course this doesn’t work like it says. What it does is unsubscribe you from all of that person’s status updates and photos and stuff. You may as well unfriend them, because you’ll never see anything they post. So I posted as much in reply to her comment, along with a cite, which includes the real solution, which is for you and all your friends to set all posts to “friends only”.
A few people liked my post, one who had earlier posted “Done!” subsequently posted “Undone!” but there are three more who posted “Done…even though this is a hoax.”
Gah. I posted back “You guys do understand you won’t see any more of [Bertha]'s updates now, right?” Stupid Facebook people.
Kids don’t really care if you do the same thing every day, so maybe leftover pizza and cartoons? I used to lie very quietly while they “did” my hair and makeup. That was good for at least 20 minutes of snooze.
I live in a rainy place too (but not a shithole) if it’s the same one you can bring the baby over here any time. Otherwise yeah, it sucks when people who promised to help suddenly don’t.
I have a major wandering eye. I have no problem with mine, I see double when it goes off. I can control it. It was helpful in college, I could see I was getting too tired to study. If it wanders over your optic nerve, then you do look funny, but I met a kid in Jr. High and he was going for the surgery at age 14 that had it like that. My parents were pushed to have me have the surgery, but I was 6 when they found mine. I could say ‘no, it’s fine’.
What is gained by not waiting?
Def get that second opinion, but I am HUGE on waiting to see if the body can’t work on stuff itself.
I fucking hate my eye doctor. I hated the one before him. The one before that was fine. I moved a lot or I’d still have him. One I liked was worried about some issues & the new ones don’t seem to see an issue & it’s hard for me to get that there’s nothing going on. But two say no, so I have to trust.
Dear stupid dog food commercial,
Dogs are NOT “descended from wolves”. They are related to wolves, but are not descended from them.
You would think a company that caters to animals would have more of a clue.
Dear that painful cyst on my ovary,
I hate you.
Love,
Me
I thought February was rape month here on the SDMB and to be honest I ain’t seeing it. And I bought a whole bulk package of Hallmark cards and shit. Its not like I can just pencil in Santa or a Jesus or a Turkey or Uncle Sam and use them some other time of the year.
That was a really nice thing to say to a ranting pregnant lady. Thanks for taking the time to make me smile in a place like the Pit. 
I actually live in a lovely place, but it feels like a shithole at times because of all the rain. And mold. And moldy rain. But the sun came out today, and I got to get my rant off my chest, so I feel a little better. 
Give it time Billfish, the month is still young.
I lost my glasses. Turns out it was kind of a good thing since I went and had my eyes retested today before buying the new glasses and my prescription has doubled. Sure it’s been 5 years and yeah I had noticed I was wearing them more but damn I think I’m officially getting old (went from -.75/-.75 to -1.5/-1.75).
However after all that and multiple hundreds of dollars I can now see again.
I’m also trying contacts for the first time ever and holy hell how to feel like an incompetent 4yr old. All these people around me are casually popping them in and out and I keep trying to stick the lense to my eyelashes.
They are using Avastin. His doc (a retina specialist) says they have gone away from laser treatment for this. He will be monitored after the treatments are complete.
Thanks for the good wishes.
Just in case anyone has forgotten, I’m getting married this year. Its going to be a big pain in the ass huge white fucking wedding. I have the choice of wearing my glasses or going through the whole thing blind because I just cannot bring myself to stick contacts in my eyes.
So, you are doing better than me. At least you get your fingers close enough to your eyes to get them stuck on your lashes.
To the carpenter dude working at the same construction site as me today.
DUDE, your ASS is showing !! I’m not talking about a little bit of plumber’s crack here. When you are kneeling and bent over on the floor working on the baseboard, your entire hairy freakin’ ASS is exposed. You’re supposed to wear BOXERS with those ghetto jeans !! Really, both globes of your rather hairy and not quite in shape ASS are exposed and I can almost see right up your butthole. I mean, really, don’t you feel that breeze on your balls ??? Get a clue, you’re in a workplace all bent over with your pants down and your naked ASS exposed!! I was tempted to give it a little swat with a stick but I’d probably would’ve gotten arrested for assault…but what do you expect when your ASS is bare and sticking up in the air!!
My wife had our daughter two days ago. Everything is good. We settled back into our apartment and it’s now my turn to take a nap. An hour into it my body decides that I should really break out into hives. I quickly take my allergy medication, but I wasn’t such enough and now it’s taking every once of willpower not to scratch.
Now that would be the place for glitter.
Oh goodie, husband takes me out for fish( oh how I miss Wisconsin Friday fish frys) and chips. All is good until an hour after he gets home. He is sick sick sick…I on the other hand no worries. WTF!
Could everybody who works in news please shut the fuck up about the elections for 2014 and 2016 before I come down there with a baseball bat and start putting dents in your skulls.
Insensitive anti-rant: just got back from a Wisconsin Friday fish fry… the local tavern is now serving an option they call “combo”: two huge pieces of lightly beer-battered cod, and one big piece of baked haddock. Homemade slaw, Belgian-style frites, rolls and butter (whipped up with sun-dried tomatoes and honey), with a few too many local brews, of course.
mmm… (Oh, a mini-rant? Ok: Dammit, we had to walk back home from the bar in a five degree blizzard. Can’t we get the whole Wisconsin experience in a saner climate?)