I thought THC was toxic to dogs.
By the time we figured it out, Dipsey was fine. In retrospect, I should have taken him to the vet, but he turned out ok. He lived several more years!
My guy Bob got into my edibles too one night. 40mg of gummies. I came home in the middle of the night and found the little tupperware container chewed open. I freaked. He wasn’t shaking of freaking out or anything, but he was gooned. His eyes were just completely unfocused and looking all around, but other than that he was just super mellow, to the point where I was debating a 2am vet ER visit. I kept my eye on him, I got him up on the couch with me wrapped up in a blanket and kept him warm and comfortable until the morning. Then he slept for several hours and woke up fresh as a daisy. I was planning an AM trip to the vet if he was still fucked up, but he seems to have weathered the storm.
He’s a friggin’ counter surfer so I really have to be careful with shit like that.
I took a friend out pontooning a couple years ago and he has been talking about buying a used boat ever since. I’ve tried pointing him in the right direction, and so he has been looking for end of the season bargains.
Yesterday he called me saying he found the boat and was going to buy it. He asked me to look it over, so we met at the marina. Turns out the boat is shit. The decking is mush and one log sits lower in the water than the other. He almost bought the boat, he would have if I hadn’t been able to come look it over.
I explained that for each pontoon boat I’ve purchased I’ve looked at hundreds of ads, looked at dozens in person, made offers on several that were turned down. You’ve got to find that one boat that is worth the money and will run well for a few years, then return your investment when you go to sell it.
I’m convinced we didn’t but my mother says we did. I don’t know how I get anything done with the kids out of school so much.
Today is her visitation. I’m really really sad. Work is really hard. I don’t want to be here but I don’t know what to do with myself otherwise. I’m making stupid email mistakes but it’s all low stakes in the grand scheme of things.
My son called me AGAIN for money. I said no. We really don’t have any money to give him, not since Mr Rebo retired. And I actually gave him $600 last month - even though he didn’t have rent money either. I gave him that for the electric bill which he was behind on.
So again this month he calls and says the lights have been turned off! I’m sorry, but no. Even if your daughter finds out. Go stay with your girlfriend. Or borrow money from her. Or HER parents.
Bank of Mom is closed!
But I broke down and cried after I hung up the phone. I’m too old for this shit. So is he! He’s 39 years old. Yes, I know it’s partially my fault for enabling him for so many years, but I just can’t anymore.
Whoa. I remember helping my son out when he was 19. I worried that it would become a habit, but no, he needed that one time assist and has been doing great the 10 years since.
Yes, there is a break around Christmas-time, but I am talking about the break in February (followed by Spring Break in March.) Midwinter Break? I don’t remember having that. But it was a long time ago!
I’m with @slalexan, it’s like he’s always off school for something.
You did right, no doubt.
I feel your pain though! I don’t think I’ve ever turned the kids down, and they do pay us back, but very slowly. It’s always a source of anxiety.
I’m always anxious. Anxious that he will call, anxious that he doesn’t. He never calls just to say hey or to see how I’m doing.
I wonder if he has any inkling of how that feels.
You are doing the right thing.
I have a grandmother who is a big-time enabler of all the kids and grandkids. My uncle died of a heroin overdose at age 30. His son later died at age 19 (I don’t know why. My grandmother is relentlessly positive and wouldn’t talk about it.) My youngest Aunt can’t take care of herself. Her kids can’t take care of themselves.
I borrowed money from them exactly once, in my early 20s, for a security deposit, and paid it all back within months. I am the only self-sufficient grandchild.
I know how it could be tempting to bail your own beautiful child out, but it’s only going to hurt him. I think there is a certain dignity in being able to take care of yourself and when you can’t do it, you become prone to depression and learned helplessness. It’s going to be tough for him but if he can learn to handle his own stuff I think he will feel better about himself in the long run.
The thing is, he has kids, too. I told him to go stay at his girlfriend’s house until payday. I also told him, and told him, and told him! to get a second job. “Nobody’s hiring just for after 4:00 pm.” What about weekends only, I say. “Yeah, I know…”
I’m so sick of “yeah, I know.” You do NOT know! I sometimes wish I’d never had him at all. That sounds so shitty, but it’s true.
That’s the very reason my ringtone is a horror-movie tune. I’m scared to pick it up.
I need to give flea meds to my cats this Saturday and I forgot to order them early enough to get them shipped. I had an email from Petco recently that offered 10% off if you order online and pick up in the store. Great! I’m going to be in that area Thursday so I’ll do that. I went online to order and got to the payment page. There’s the 10% discount and also a $9.72 tip. Tip? I’m picking it up in the store. You are charging me $9.72 so I don’t have to personally walk down the aisle to get it? Fuck that shit. That’s ridiculous. It almost makes me want to pay expedited shipping to get it from 1-800-PedMeds so I don’t have to go to your stupid store and walk down the aisle. 
A few weeks ago I confirmed that some of my family was going to be getting together at my sister’s for Christmas, so I decided to fly up to Chicago to join them. My only contact with them since the pandemic has been through facebook and texts, and I was looking forward to seeing them again.
Over the weekend I found out that there had been a fire at my sister’s house on Friday. I don’t have any details on how it started, but apparently there was major fire damage to the second floor, and water damage through the rest of the house. Two of their three cats were missing, but apparently are just hiding somewhere in the house. My sister says she was told it may take nearly a year before all the damage is repaired.
This is the house we all grew up in, and my sister has put a lot of work into it in recent years. I have no idea yet whether there’s still going to be a Christmas get-together, since I haven’t tried to ask (I figure she has enough on her mind).
I go for weeks/months without hearing from my son, but I know that’s just how he is. Meanwhile, if I don’t get a text from my daughter for two consecutive days I worry.
Kids.
You’re entitled. He’s putting you through a lot. I’ll add my reassurance that you’re doing the right thing, even though it’s hard as hell. I’m sorry you’re going through this.
In Ollie news, things went to hell yesterday afternoon in a big ol’ hurry. Just as we were leaving the vet’s office after being granted a reprieve to not have to report for further testing until Wednesday because blood work indicated Ollie was doing great, he laid down the grossest, most stinky and runny black poo (charcoal) on the exam room floor I’ve ever experienced. I offered to clean it up, but my lovely vet’s office said to not worry about it.
Ollie vomited both coming to and going from the vet’s office, but that’s not unusual. He suffers dreadfully from motion sickness.
As instructed, I kept him on a diet of chicken, pasta and charcoal for his 10:00 p.m. feeding (he was supposed to take the charcoal with food) – long past the car ride at this point. More vomiting ensued. Then came super wet diarrhea. Sick as a… well, you know.
I spent another sleepless night watching him drain from both ends at regular intervals.
This morning at 5:30 a.m., I discontinued the charcoal and offered a scrambled egg with rice. The King of Food Obsession didn’t touch it. He did, however, take me for a little walk. I was encouraged. He kept trying to poop, and a couple drops of blood issued forth.
Called the vet first thing they were open and got permission to discontinue charcoal and offer his regular diet.
Success. He ate readily (at last!) and has kept it all down. No more bleeding from the ass.
He just took me for another little stroll. I hope the worst is finally behind us. So to speak. This week already feels twice as long as usual.
@LurkMeister, I’m so sorry for the loss of your family home and the ordeal ahead for your sister. I hope you still all manage a Christmas get together somehow.
Sick pets and sick kids are the worst. Hope things continue to improve.
You’re so right. And thanks for the kind wishes. Considering we started at mouse poison, I’ve no right to rant over incremental improvements. Ollie’s doing better, I’m so happy to say. I’ve aged at least 10 years!
One of our dogs was on phenylpropanolamine for urinary incontinence. It worked beautifully. The tablets were flavored, so she took them like treats.
One morning after I gave her the am dose she managed to get the bottle (90 tablets) and consume them all.
I had hydrogen peroxide specifically for use as an emetic, and gave it to her until she vomited. It would have been a lethal dose, but everything turned out well.