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Yikes, Mad Hermit, that sucks. Hope all goes well.

I basically hate 2013 so far. Mom had a heart attack and a triple bypass. She’s not recovering all that well, possibly because she’s still fucking smoking and because she’s too meek to speak up about her pain. I should be up there to kick her ass, but I live hundreds of miles away. The guilt is hard to deal with.

I finally got up the courage to join an infertility support group, because we’re moving on to medications and procedures now and I’m scared and upset. My SIL is pregnant with her 2nd and she’s posting stuff on Facebook about it and I want to be happy for her, but I’m becoming more of a wreck every month and I need some help. So I emailed the support group, only to hear that they’re full and there’s a really long waiting list. Gee, that’s just swell. You think that maybe with a long waiting list, the organization who sets these up would want to open up a second group? I emailed them and they asked me if I’d consider hosting a new group. Um… how the heck is that going to help me?

Making things even more cheerful at my house, my husband has been sick for over a week with what I think is influenza. I escaped that, but now I have a cold sore and its associated fever and I feel like shit.

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Thanks for the support. I’m so glad your cousin is doing well. Mom just has to be clean for six months and she can be eligible for a transplant/put on a list. We’re looking into living donors (me or my sister) now. I might start a thread asking for stories about being a donor. I have no idea what to expect. I knew it was bad, but none of us thought it could be this bad. I guess that’s pretty common.

What’s really scary to me is that my mom is totally cool and calm about it, almost as though she just needed to go get a mole frozen off or something. She often gets this way when she’s in denial about something. She’ll hear what she wants and the rest is like the adults in Charlie Brown. “Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah…”

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I may have glossed over it, but I just wanted to throw in for those who are or have friends waiting on kidney or liver transplants.

It took the clinic 3 years to find a suitable dual donor, and it’s been a year since the operation for me. There have been complications, as i mentioned above plus some minor rejection cleared up with a change of meds, but nothing i couldn’t handle. The main problem I have is dealing with all the little bills that come up that weren’t completely coverrd by my insurance; a majority of the time, they are sent to collections before they clear completely and I get various calls, annoying me.

Since a year has gone by they are still monitoring my blood, and having to take meds every day for the rest of my life is a burden, but easy given the alternative.

I know that the wait is rough, but hang in there- your day will come.

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I thought February was rape month, not transplant month!
I’ve been told to expect a five to six year wait for a set of shiny new kidneys (or even one) due to my blood type. I’ll find out more next week when I’m evaluated for placement on UNOS. I was assured by my insurance plan that all testing and meds covered with co-pay, of course. We’ll see how that works out.

Thank you, TMH for giving me some insight as to what could happen.

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Just killed the first scorpion of 2013. In FUCKING FEBRUARY!!

I hope his family misses him. Or her.

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Everybody thinking of a good March Mini-Rants title? I keep thinking of those old newsreels like “History Marches On!”… hmmm, March hares, March of the toy soldiers, March in like a lion… I got nothin’.

And that’s my mini-rant of the morning.

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March Attacks!

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I’m sorry you’re having issues finding support. Are you a part of any online support groups? I’m on Fertility Friend and am with a group of fantastic women in the TTC #1 for over two years buddy group. I don’t know what I’d do without their support. I can give you a link if you’d like, just PM me. :slight_smile:

Also, if you have any questions about the med’s or procedures, I’ve been through almost everything, so send me a PM any time.

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“Beware the Rants of March”?

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That’s close to last years title: Beware the mini-Rants of March (4th or otherwise) - The BBQ Pit - Straight Dope Message Board

How about Madder Than A March Hare Mini-Rants?

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Dear Credit Union, your new webpage sucks green and orange donkey balls! I set up access for myself with only a little trouble, but you won’t let my husband access the page on his computer without changing the password?!:mad::mad::mad: And you won’t let Quicken in either??? How is this an improvement? :mad::mad::mad:

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I like that one!

I also propose: These Boots are Made for Marchin’ Over Mini-Rants

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Not sure if this is a rant or not but I think I am having a really-for-real nervous breakdown.

I can’t think. I can barely talk. I can’t even touch type worth a damn.

The good news is that if I go on disability I can finally get counselling…

Taking it a minute at a time.

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Sorry, didn’t think to check last year’s title, not having been here back then. :o

I like your idea.

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Breathe, perfectparanoia, breathe. In slowly, out even slower. In, out. In, out. Keep us posted.

Pretty damn mini, but … I had an ingrown hair in my armpit. I got it out, but the spot won’t heal and it itches and I’m sitting here at work trying not to scratch like a damn monkey.

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This is mini-rants, right? OK then, here’s a long one.

Background:

My father’s mother died in 1967 (I was a teen). My father handled the arrangements (he was the most responsible and able of the four brothers). There was no service, she was cremated and placed in a cemetery or somewhere. OK so far.

My father died over 3 years ago, and I handled his arrangements, his estate, and have all his papers.

My father’s two younger brothers are actually half brothers, with a different father. My grandmother went by her second married name for the last 36 years of her life, even after he left her and went to live with a daughter from a previous marriage (and then died some time, I don’t know when).

For any number of reasons that I don’t know about, no-one in the family has apparently ever visited my grandmother’s remains. Until now, when the only surviving (younger) brother asked me where she was, so he could visit her. He’s 80 or so and I guess he wants to bury whatever hatchets there were.

That’s the background, here’s the rant:

My father’s papers had no information, of any kind. I started searching online, and emailing cemeteries, etc. trying to find out where she is, all of this under her 2nd married name. I included her first married name as part of her full name, but they were looking under the last name.

Finally I sent away for a death certificate, as one of the cemeteries suggested. And I come to find out that my father had her death certificate issued in her first married name (i.e. his last name) instead of the one she went by for the last 36 years of her life.

Now I get to tell my uncle, who has the second last name, that his mother is interred under a different last name than his.

Thanks, Dad, for leaving this little family secret for me to find out and deal with. And for letting me waste my time and a lot of other people’s time looking under the wrong name.

TL: DR version: my father buried his mother under the wrong last name.
Roddy

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I like this one.

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Shit. Just when I’m getting worked up for a good petty rant, somebody has to come along and remind me what a real problem is. My thoughts are with you.

So, my comparatively ridiculous problem: My 30th birthday is going to be kind of a bummer. My husband just found out he didn’t match for internship for the 2nd year in a row, leaving us… Og knows where. I have like two friends here, and one of them is going to be out of town. I always get so excited about my birthday but this year I’m just thinking it’s not going to be so great.

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Sorry to hear that. My 30th birthday last year was kind of similar since Least Original User Name Ever had just left the state for three months. He hid a card for me before he left, and I went out to eat with my in-laws (my mother-in-law’s birthday is the day after mine), but it wasn’t that exciting of a birthday without him there.

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Mine’s the following week and I’ll be between projects, so home. I expect Mom will want to celebrate (i.e., use my birthday as an excuse to cook something complicated). That’s ok, but I don’t think I’ll be able to convince SiL that the best present the whole gang can give me is no presents. Please.

Specially, no three-sizes too large T-shirts printed with a pic of my nephews where said pic is as rigid as cardboard, no handbags printed with a pic of my nephews (I don’t use handbags, I use computer bags), no day-calendars printed with the same pic of my nephews in every single day and no scenty things. She hasn’t been able to come up with pic-of-my-nephews scenty things yet, but I suspect it’s because nobody has thought there might be a market for them. I dread my birthday, but not because of the birthday itself, it’s because of the things people do thinking they’ll please me and which leave me thinking “really? You think I’l like this?”