Thank you! I did get a lot of sleep last night & I was dry/clear for the most part. This morning when I stood up however, my right sinus just emptied ( cue coughing and spitting into a waste basket). Something is wrong with that side and different from the other side.
Will call the Dr on Monday.
My body is giving out, and no one can do a damn thing about it. There’s no such thing as a comfortable sitting position anymore; if my knees and hips are happy, my spine and feet start complaining. I never know when one of my thumb joints is going to fail under load, so picking up a loaded plate or pan is a perilous undertaking. My right hip makes me ponder joint replacement every time I climb the stairs. And my doctor says, “Oh, it’s osteoarthritis” and warns me not to take any NSAIDS because of my stomach.
An anti-rant, though: in July, we flew Southwest to visit my daughter and son-in-law. The airplane had some kind of mechanical problem, so the flight was delayed, then cancelled at the last minute. We spent a total of five hours in the airport, first getting to the gate, then waiting for our luggage to be returned, then had to call the saintly friend who dropped us off to pick us up again and arrange to do it all again the next day. However, after our trip, Southwest sent us each a voucher for $250 without us even complaining, and I just used them to book our next trip!
My buddy Norm is ~71. He has, in the past few years, had two hips replaced and one knee. Next month he’s getting a new shoulder. On the plus side, he says he feels way better than he did prior to his replacements.
The orthopedic surgeon who replaced my husband’s hip told me that he prefers to wait as long as possible for ambulatory patients in their 60’s, so until I start being in constant pain, I’ll just grumble.
On the bright side, he also said that patients who get joint replacements after being in chronic pain often recover more quickly and with less need for pain meds than those who get them after traumatic injury.
Same here !!
Nice one wolfpup.
Oh yes… rants. Ok:
Don’t you fucking hate drivers in front of you who stop at a junction, see there’s space
for 2 cars to pull out, wait 'til there’s space for only 1 car, then pull out. SCUM.
I do. Pisses me right off.
Of course that’s just the consequence of all those kids who grew up with a “slow children playing” sign in front of their house. Kinda like Bill Engvall’s “Here’s your sign” bit, once those kids grow up they need a sign on their car that says “Slow driver thinking”.
It amazes me how many people take a very, very long time to process the motion of other objects and project forward in time when and where it’ll all work out.
Turns out 2 of the 3 have no way to pay me except by snail-mailing a paper check from their home 2 timezones from mine. They don’t even have a logon to their bank’s website. Don’t believe in that stuff.
I’m no early adopter, but Jeebus people, join the 21st century already! BTW, I’m the oldest of the 4 of us.
I’m not concerned about the timing; the money’s not the point. The point is the Luddism of my friends and the unreliability of snailmail.
Gotcha beat: A few months ago, my mother wanted to pay me back the shipping to send her something, and snail mailed CASH in a regular Hallmark envelope, no signature required or anything.
That being said, your friends are simply making their own lives more difficult.
Wow! I’m a Luddite by most of the standards on this board – all I ask of a cell phone is that it have a hole in it for me to speak into; my shopping lists are always written on paper, which I always forget or lose, etc. But internet banking, internet bill payments, and electronic money transfers are all central to my existence. I haven’t written a check in many years. Maybe part of the festivities with your co-workers should be a dinner where you tell them about this brave new world, and inform them that the science fiction they used to read about is here now, and has been for at least a couple of decades, and maybe they should become a part of it! 
I always say I picked the right time to get old. Replacement parts when the body goes, and Uber/Self-Driving when cognition and reaction time’s shot.
And my memory’s going, but I just say “Well, I didn’t care what that guy’s name was anyhow.”
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Arrrgggh, yes! I get so impatient with overly-cautious drivers… but while reading this thread, I thought “Well, if it takes a ‘very, very long time to process the motion of other objects’, then I guess I’d rather have them wait, rather than pull out before they know what they’re doing.”
That was true for me, both times.
I used to mail cash to my girlfriend (inserted in a brailled letter) when I was in Great Lakes back in 1980-81. Never had an issue, and she used it to buy what eventually became our bedroom furniture for 30+ years.
I got talked into baling hay one time. Turns out, I’m allergic- the can’t get breath past my larynx, eyes swollen into red bloody slits, skin erupting into a poison-ivy type rash allergic. Nope, never again…
There’s a “that’s what she said” joke in there somewhere, I just know it.
Our big, stately trees are dropping leaves now. I used the Kubota to chop up and bag the leaves, which then get put down as mulch on various flower beds.
For a few hours our yard looked nice. This morning there are more leaves, and the trees are still pretty much covered with leaves.
This being a fairly new subdivision, the trees out front are still young and relatively small, both the street-side ones and the ones on my property. They’re not baby trees any more by any means, but still small enough that leaves aren’t a big problem. Out back, I have only a small, slow-growing tree.
But – here comes the rant – the next-door neighbour who moved in about 9 years ago planted some voracious alien tree that seems to grow about five feet every year. It is now monstrous – about twice as tall as the two-story house behind it, and now rubbing against its eavestroughs when the wind is strong, which I’m sure must be some sort of municipal bylaw violation that the homeowner could take action on. For me, the only problem is that this monstrosity dumps a ton of leaves in my back yard every fall, where otherwise my leaf problem would be negligible.
I’m tempted to wait until the neighbours are away somewhere and go in there with a chainsaw and put an end to this nuisance. But I figure if I just wait a while, the homeowner behind them will do it first. They’re a very nice and friendly couple but everyone has their limits. I still entertain the suspicion that these fine people are secretly responsible for the mysterious disappearance of that same neighbour’s extremely yappy annoying little dog, a generous, charitable contribution to community peace that was probably accomplished with a shotgun and a spade for the subsequent burial.
When I owned the house I sold after moving in with my gf, I planted a row of fast growing American Linden trees. They quickly formed a visual barrier. Behind the Lindens I planted my good trees.
My plan was to cut down the Lindens once the good trees provided a visual barrier, and I explained that to the guy who bought my house.
For some reason he left the Lindens in, and it looks horrendous now.
Still no heat. Maybe Housing thinks its going to be 80 again. Its not.
Attacking their tree is legally suspect. Dealing with the leaves is much more doable.
First ask nicely for them to clean their leaves out of your yard. When that meets with derision, hire somebody to collect them all then dump them directly outside the neighbor’s front door.
I’d seriously get a 2nd opinion (or more). I just got a new shoulder in my mid-fifties, and that’s much harder to re-do than a hip if it fails. Also, there are many NSAIDs. Meloxicam is the go-to for arthritis and might work with your stomach. And then there’s cortisone. If a doctor flips you off, go elsewhere!!!
Maganut, whom I see at a dinner after church, is complaining that Boebert and Greene are members of the swamp now. Something about Speaker position. I cannot wrap my head around his thought processes. People at this church think hes so knowledgable!