Happy New MMP!

My back hurts like hell from ankylosing spondylitis, however one spells it, as it usually does at the end of the month, for I am due an injection of Simponi. Before I took it or a similar drug, I would turn over at night and awaken screaming. :slight_smile:
Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) loves to poke the needle into my tummy, but I digress.
The Pharmacist informed me that my insurance company no longer wants to pay for it. It’s $1,000 a month, so I understand that.
The Pharmacy and my pain Doctor worked it out that I may have some tomorrow, but it appears that it will be a problem next month.

Anyway, if I post on Facebook a picture of myself holding a sign sayng, “My insurance company fellates with great alacrity, please share”, I do hope you will all share it.

:slight_smile:

Canes lost, but i ran into some old friends at the arena.

Yep. I ended up with Bella as a (apparently now permanent) foster. She’s a boneless armcat.:smiley:

I will share. And I’m not surprised that the various Mrs. Plants want to stab you.:stuck_out_tongue:

Up, caffeinated, off to work.

Near as I can tell, you’re the only one, country or not, who uses that particular misspelling. :stuck_out_tongue:

I had such a weird night - I kept having dreams that felt like segments of various crime dramas. I’d have one scene, then I’d wake up, look at the clock, think “It’s too early” then fall back to sleep and find myself in another scene. Not nearly enough Jethro Gibbs, tho.

**FCD **is off to work and I’m finishing the last of the quiche. I may have seen a snowflake or two when I let Higgs out this morning, but I can’t be certain. And the ground is just residually wet from yesterday’s rain. I think we’re supposed to have mostly dreary today.

This is a week of deliveries. My wood chips are coming today, FCD’s fiberglass supplies are coming tomorrow, and my bog box o’yarn is due on Firday. It’s a good thing I took all the recycling yesterday, because we’re about to have another pile of boxes cluttering up the garage.

No real plans today. I have to make 3 more squares, then I can assemble my 2 lap robes. We shall see what TV has to offer or if I’ll have to peruse Netflix. Meanwhile, forward, ho!

Happy Tuesday!

Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 52 Amurrkin and foggy out with a predicted high of 66 for the day and sunny. A nice mild Winter’s day.

I’m thinkin’ sweatpants, a tube top and cowboy boots would make one a fashion diva at :eek:Wally*World:eek:.

flytrap does the insurance company somehow think you should be cured by now? :confused:

Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and to feed rumbly tummy. Also, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence soon.

Happy Tuesday Y’all!

Of course! More witty than the New Yorker, that Josh Fruhlinger.

Showered and dressed! Yay!

Now what do I do?

Beats the alternatives.

Flag down a Brinks truck and ask if they can break a 20?

Blurf. I got nuthin’ else, much to Mooooooooom’s delight. :stuck_out_tongue:
ETA: Suddenly "Whiskeypalian"isn’t very funny.

My granddad always said a sure sign of a hippy was did he/she wear “gym shoes” (basic Keds or Converse back then) in the snow. If you did, screw your politics, you were a damn hippy.

You also probably had cold, wet feet.

Happy Toosday!

It’s cold out, 2 degrees below freezing.

Flytrap, I have had frostbitten toes and they hurt.
My dumb ass years ago when I was irking in Baltimore. It was snowing and it was getting bad. The schools closed early, the first sign that the roads were bad. I was looking out the window watching cars slide into each other.
You almost never see that in downtown Baltimore.
I kept telling the boss they needed to close and let us leave early.
This is where i was the dumb ass because I should have just said I’m leaving, dock my pay, put it down to vacation, whatever you want, I am leaving.

After irk I am waiting for the bus, waiting and waiting and waiting.
The buses weren’t running because they were stuck in the snow. You couldn’t get a cab because they were stuck in the snow.

So I had to start walking.
Fortunately I had on tennis shoes instead of pumps, boots would have been better.
I walked and walked and walked some more. The only thing that kept me from getting cold was the four letter words coming out of my mouth, because I was calling my boss every name in the book.

I found a pay phone and was able to get a call through to my father and ask him to come get me.

Nothing was open, everything had shut down, the city had come to a grinding halt.

Finally I had gotten to South Baltimore, by then I had to pee so bad my back teeth were floating. The neighborhood bars were open but I was afraid to go in one. At that time I was doing CATW party sales and I remembered the address of a party I had done recently and went to that house.
The lady opened the door, stared at me with her mouth open and said OMG!!! Get in here!!!
I was covered in ice.

So I got to pee, thaw out a little and she gave me a big mug of tea to take with me and I was back out on my way. No way to call my father and let him know where I was because he was in the car.

This was before cell phones.

So I kept heading for home, by now the snow was halfway up my thighs. It was hard walking and now that I was out of the downtown section I was the only person out walking.
As I was coming up on the Hanover Street Bridge a carload of young men pulled up near me and started shouting for me to get in their car. Two of them opened their doors, got out and were coming towards me when I heard a horn blowing, my father was 2 cars behind them and saw what they were doing.

It had taken my father over an hour for what was normally a 20 minute drive. The main road was not moving, cars stuck everywhere so he had driven around a back way and made it through.

Then we had to go to the park and ride and try to find my white car.
Then I had to go home to the mess left by dogs who had been stuck indoors for far too long.

Horrible horrible day.
That was the day I said I would never again let an employer have a say over my health or safety ever again.

If course all the big bosses went to the nearest hotels and checked in for the night. They could afford it.

I was mad at my boss for a long long time but then I realized it was my fault for giving him that much power. I was only in my 20’s then, I still had a lot to learn about assholes and life.

What a coinky-dink. I have a doll from Haiti (named “Flytrap”) that I love to poke pins/needles into, too! :stuck_out_tongue:

Well, he is a ham. :rolleyes:

I don’t know MD law (& I’m not saying she was drinking), but they just closed the loophole here that made hit-&-run less of a crime than DUI. So if you were out drinking & hit someone, the best course of action was to leave the scene, immediately go to the bar & order a double, & then call the cops to turn yourself in because the drinks after means that they probably couldn’t confirm your level beforehand to establish your BAC. :dubious:

You seem quite knowledgeable in the ways of the underworld. :dubious:

Afternoon, mumpers! Good news today, mum has been moved to a care home where she will get physio and rehab for her injuries. She could be there for up to 6 weeks but it will be a much better environment than having to stay in hospital.

I have a day off from visiting so I am on the sofa catching up on tellybox stuff and drinking tea. My cold is still lurking and I have a cough like a 60-a-day smoker so a day resting is a good idea.

For NYE, we are going to a local pub for the night. They are having a vintage speakeasy night with a casino room and burlesque and stuff.

Apparently I have a cold. I don’t want one, though, and I’d be happy to give it away.

ETA: FCM, what is FCD doing now? I wasn’t around when he got a job.

**Sticky **- he’s being an engineer, but at the grunt level, not the boss level. Back to his roots, as it were - doing designs as assigned to him. It’s just been a few weeks, but it seems to be a good fit. He told them he’d give them at least 2 years, then we’ll see.

Meanwhile, I’ve just finished lunch and I’m about to go back to my lap robes and Poirot on Netflix. :smiley:

Howdy Y’all! Been a bzzy mornin’ at irk. N.O.L. has been eaten and all is good for now.

BooFae yay for mom bein’ moved to a care home. Now relax for a bit. Bein’ a caregiver is hard work! Hope she’s doin’ better and can go home soonest.

BBBobbio it’s reprehensible for anyone to hit and run but waaaaaay more than reprehensible for someone in her position to do so. As a Bishop she is held to a higher moral accountability than others, IMO. One can get rid of a bad Bishop and I hope the Diocese of Maryland does just that post haste. She may have a problem with alcohol and if so I hope she gets the help she needs. However, her behavior is inexcusable. :mad:

Ok, I shall climb down from my soapbox and resume normal activity.

I has a blurf AND a headache. :stuck_out_tongue:

My smoker was just delivered! I wasn’t expecting it till Firday - WOOHOO!!! Time to read thru the owner’s manual!

Poor baby!