Good luck! I had my gall bladder out in September and, while recovery took slightly longer than I expected, it’s been great ever since. Turns out a bunch of pain I thought was various different things was actually my gall bladder. If you need any rational dietary suggestions, feel free to PM me.
Dude, I totally just quit a fucking job to start my own business and stay home with my daughter! I’m sure you would rather do something in your field but if you are in need of a paycheck while you look for something better let me know and I will send you their contact information.
Darling, you realize those have a name, right? I’d say you want a non-fucking job.
I want a non-fucking job too. One that doesn’t try to give it up the ass to employees and customers would be nice.
If anyone has ever to try and place their elderly parent in a nursing home, you have my endless sympathy.
Just because the letter from Veterans Affairs says they will pay all costs and no bond is required, does not mean that they won’t charge a shiitload and ask for several hundred thousand dollars as a bond.
I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to have to wrest control of the company that my father started, from him. 
He’s developed Alzheimers and is losing his ability to communicate well enough to interact with the people that are in charge of designating which contractor receives work.
It’s depressing, stressful and just generally SUCKS! :mad:
JBDivmstr, that’s a really tough thing to have to deal with, you have my sympathies. I often think Alzheimers is one of the most horrible diseases, because it takes away the person but leaves the body.
Sending you strong vibes.
Thank you for the vibes sandra_nz, I appreciate it.
I agree, it is a horrible disease. My (step)grandfather passed away from it quite a few years back. Thankfully, his was not an aggressive onset.
The fact that he lived in Waco minimized my exposure* to the effects of this disease.
Consequently, I’m not really prepared for all that is about to ensue, but I’ve been doing my best to self educate and learn what I can about it.
*What I mean by ‘exposure’ is, how it will affect his behavior and how I can/should deal with or respond to the changes that are inevitable, not that I’m worried that I might ‘catch it’.
I am so sorry for you. And for your father. The poor man probably knows that he was sharper. offers up lots of virtual hugs.
I truly hope so, those tend to be amenable to letting other people take charge - you still need to remind them periodically they did so, but a sufficient amount of trusted witnesses works.
One of my mother’s neighbors has Alzheimer’s. She doesn’t remember how to dress herself, her husband has to do it. One of their sons lives in the same building and helps when he’s home; the other two live far away. Last week we ran into them at a café and she told us how glad she is that she isn’t losing her mind like all four of her sisters, her mother and both of her grandmothers did. When she left to look at pastries, we told the husband “oh my!” and he said “I give thanks every day that she’s blissful rather than violent, and she still recognizes us…” Many neighbors, both in that and nearby buildings, know that if we see her on her own we should phone him.
The gall baldder progresses…now I’m burping. I hate to burp. This is not fun.
I had a grilled chicken breast over spinach salad for dinner last night. I WANT A STEAK!
Ok, so mine’s a mild bitch. Companies like eTrade should not get to wait until Feb 15 to give us our tax info. January 31 is the date for everyone else. I want my refund!
Or even better—they send you the 1099B, and omit on it the purchase date and amount, both now required by the IRS.:smack:
Not my fault the original certs were turned into mush by a flood. “We can send you a statement in 7-10 working days…” (Dates from Bush the first, a ESOP from a company that no longer exists, paid out by a third party who is representing a second party that was acquired at least three times this year, by the way they answer the phone…)
God, yes. The actual picture captions can be pretty funny, but the comments are just cringeworthy.
Very, very mild and tired rant: I’m still irritated with this situation with my kid. I’m not annoyed at him, but I feel like I’m getting very mixed signals from everyone on how to handle what may or may not be typical development in a 5 and a half year old.
Last week, the teacher commented that I might want to have my son evaluated for ADD. Then we talk some more and it turns out she thinks he’s smart and bored and struggling because he’s the youngest kid in his class, lefthanded and a perfectionist. Okay. She commented that, on further discussion, he’s probably too young to be evaluated. Then she tells me that she thinks too much is expected of kindergartners now.
So I do some research on typical childhood development and talk with my son’s pediatrician and now it looks like everything he’s going through is normal for his age and situation. Not fun, but normal. But if I don’t get him evaluated for problems, perhaps I’m doing him a disservice. Fuck, I have no idea what to do! I wish to god these kids came with a damn manual. I have never felt so terrified and so guilty and helpless in my entire life as when I started having kids.
Like an idiot, I expected it to become easier with time, but if anything it’s gotten much, much more difficult and I hate it. I love my son and wouldn’t change having him for the world, but sometimes doing the right thing (or trying to) sucks ass.
I just set off the fire alarm. By boiling water. 
Did you have any charcoaly crumbs under your coils that may have started smoking?
Nope. According to my roommates, it’s also gone off while they’re using the toaster. Apparently it’s really sensitive. There’s a box fan sitting on the counter facing the living room that they sometimes turn on when they’re cooking. I guess I’ll have to start doing that whenever I want tea.
Semi-rant I guess…
I’ve been trying to organise an event (a seed swap) since November- that is, finding a venue that’d host it, giving up a shit load of time, making posters, flyering and press-ganging friends… Simply because I liked the concept, and I thought it would be a good thing to have happen.
It was today.
And it went OK- not great, but pretty well- people seemed to really get into it- it was getting pretty busy, almost everyone seemed happy with what they’d got, and even donated extra money (which went to the venue, along with the entry fee- they’re an awesome local cinema; it’s run by volunteers, does whatever the hell it likes, and is currently trying to raise money to buy the lease from the Evil Landlord [sup]tm[/sup], who wants to sell the building for apartments, before the tenancy agreement expires later this year, so it was pretty much a win all round getting to do it there).
Except my back was so fucked I was literally lying on the floor by half-way through, I couldn’t go to any of the talks, because I couldn’t sit in the seats without some serious pain, and I wound up having to leave 2 hours before the end, by which point I’d pushed it too far and was practically crying from the 150m shuffle from the car to my house, during which I had to sit down twice.
I’ve been looking forward to it for ages- and it’s nice that it worked, and hopefully they’re going to make it a yearly thing, but it would have been nicer if I’d been able to… you know… enjoy it?
SpazCat, I have the same smoke alarm. Despite being 20-25 feet away from all cooking appliances, it goes off: if water boils, if bread becomes toast, if the oven door is opened, if I preheat any type of pan (iron, teflon, aluminum, stainless steel,) etc. Since the house has 3 other alarms, I finally just disabled this one with a plastic bag and a rubber band.
Filbert, that sucks. Back pain is bad enough, but it’s even worse that yours caused you to miss out on “your” event. I hope you feel better soon!
Me? I don’t know whether I’m just hormonal and bitchy, or whether my impatience is legit, but I’m about thisclose to carrying a Get The Fuck Outta My Way* stick whenever I have to brave public spaces. Old ladies spending hours poring over the merits of chuck roast #1 vs cr#2, stockers blocking aisles at the dollar store, clueless people standing in the doorway that leads to the bathroom (preggo lady and her stick say MOVE!!! You dumbfucks!) No one seems to have the slightest hint of situational awareness, and I just want to get on with my life, for pete’s sake!!
*Other reason to carry stick: when I go out in public, every odd person in a 3-block radius is suddenly my best friend. I could use my Stick o’ Antisocial Tendencies to clear my personal space. For quite some time, my husband has thought I exaggerated this phenomenon for comedic effect, but this weekend, he actually ran errands with me, and he concedes that yeah, weirdos seem drawn to me…
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Sharp? A surgical scalpel should be as sharp as my ol’ Dad. (His mind seems to still be intact, as far as logic and intelligence are concerned.) 
Unfortunately, he seems to be reluctant to ‘give up the reigns’, so to speak. The disease is slowly diminishing his ability to express his thoughts and ideas. At first it was the occasional forgetting/searching for a commonly and frequently used word, here and there. It has progressed to whole thoughts and phrases. Places, street names and such. He hasn’t actually forgot where a particular school that we have a job going is at, he just can’t recall the name of the school or the name of the street that it’s located on. He can still get in his truck and drive there with nary a wrong turn.
I wouldn’t mind discussing this further and in more detail, perhaps to get some insight from other Dopers.
But I think this may not be the proper forum. Any suggestions from the Mods would be appreciated.