Well, then, you’ll be doing a lot of drinking in the months ahead. 
I so wanted to reposnd to that thread about blowdrying genital hair, but it was too soon for a guy (me) to come in and wreck a simply asked question. “Yes I do this, it makes my balls feel like a rockstar, singing into the blowdrying microphone”.
No one else has any idea what I’m talking about. A sure sign that I must be back to normal.
Dude, no offense, but I really don’t want you drinking through me… not even vicariously.
Haze, OTOH… 
Hi, night shift!
Net at work is spotty. Been trying to say it ain’t only men who do that shit of demanding what they won’t give: yesterday I had an epiphany and realized why it pisses me so much when Sheboss does it (she interrupts people and expects us t drop whatever instantly, looking at her adoringly with puppy eyes, but then keeps us waiting for as long as one hour and a half - her record so far), and it’s that Mom does it too. Well, Mom used to, nowadays we won’t take it.
Don’t have MnM’s here, but I found a 1.5kg tube of their Spanish equivalent at the airport. Have some! :eek: :o 
:mad: :dubious:
Morning, up and caffeinating–happy Hump Day all.
Beebs, so glad to have you back and hope that the tests will find out what happened. We’ll have NO MORE of this!
That’s all I got, partially caffeinated.
Good morning, Mumpers!
Glad you might get a quieter day today, Shadow. Sounds like things are going pretty well there (despite the what-not-to-dos).
Glad you’re back, beebs. Hope it all turns out to be a one-off thing…
Hope everything went well, Rebo (I think I forgot that yesterday).
Guess I should actually consider getting ready for work.
I have wall-to-wall meetings today. Arghhhh.
GT
Thanks for finally letting us know, beebster.
I am feeling extremely nauseated this morning. In fact, it was a chore bending over to pick up my shoes without wanting to ralph all over everything. Fortunately my employee should be here any minute now so hopefully she can get started while I sit quietly for awhile. Ok, she just walked in.
I guess I’d better run.
((((((beebs)))))) - glad to hear you’re on the road to recovery, must have been a pretty scary experience though. Hospitals are the worst places to be when you’re sick, I was only in for a long weekend but it was sheer hell for me.
(((((rebo))))) - hope the surgery went well and you’re soon back to tell us all about it!
(((((rigs))))) - sounds like you’re having a pretty tough time too, but you know we’re all behind you.
Err…not much else to say really. I’m busy, Tin Knickers has been surprisingly absent this week as she’s been stuck in meetings quite a lot. I’ve only seen her twice which is good because she’s not helping my blood pressure, and she’s just told me she’ll be out of the office all afternoon. Assistant Stuck Up Twunt is as slimy as ever, she was obviously born to creep. Why do I always end up working with these types? Arrrggghhhh! The only sensible person around here is on a temporary contract and is already desperate to get out, and even she’s bunking off sick today.
Fortunately I have beerverages to look forward to tonight.
I got up too early this morning and will surely pay for it later by falling asleep at my desk. But I think I will go in early and do some cleaning/packing
(((rigs))), I’m so sorry.
Urgh. Early. Less early, though. And Hush was damned scary.
Someone messed up my kitchen, and they did not clean it! Oh. That was me.
Cake? I can make cake, but I don’t do elaborate layers of icing and filling, which is what I want. Still want. Bother.
Yay us-- (grabs popcorn, settles in to watch drunken posting). Just kidding!!!
beebs thanks for checking in-- really, that must have been a, um, disconcerting, thing to have happen…
I am so tired of being full of self-loathing.
I’d offer the usual rosie’s sig to the MMP, but I’m to busy hating myself.
More when I’m on the desk this afternoon. That would be afternoon God’s Time.
[SIZE=7]Aaaaargh!!![/SIZE]
I just got about 2/3 of the way through writing a nasty email to Banfield the Pet Hospital when I accidentally deleted it. And, by the way, don’t do business with them unless you’d like to be price gouged even after being a loyal customer for several years and also paying them monthly for animal Wellness Plans which you know they’re making money on anyways. Nope, they’re not willing to help the customer. THEY SUCK. :mad:
ETA: Forgot to mention that I give them money monthly for THREE DOGS.
Bastards.
Let’s get the <snerk>s and potshots out of the way right at the beginning. This post contains references to copious amounts of mansweat, (my) male genitalia, and may well range into TMI before I’m done, but is offered in a serious mood.
I went to the gym yesterday, and really tore up my routine. I did one pass through the weight circuit before riding the virtual reality bike I’m so fond of. I worked so hard that I was soaked when I was done, and my MP3 player was full of water. I had to change the battery in it at work, and about a tablespoon of water drained out and onto the leg of my pants. Yu-u-u-u-ck.
I’m a non-insulin dependent diabetic, and my drug dosages were recently modified. My Actos dosage was recently raised, and Actos and I don’t get along very well despite the fact that it does wonders to keep my sugar down.
I’m at my desk at work, diligently running my little empire, when I start to feel hungry. I ignore it, because usually the hunger sensation will pass in about 15 minutes. Not this one. it kept getting stronger and stronger, and I realized I was having a hypoglycemic spell. Usual treatment is to eat something, so I broke into my lunch bag a little early and ate my chicken and cottage cheese, then waited, No relief, and the hunger was getting truly painful.
I headed to the other building to the vending machine and bought some cookies. Over the next half hour, I ate about half the package, and that did the trick. The painful hunger subsided to the more usual dull hunger, but I was left feeling vaguely yucky the rest of the day.
To make things worse, concurrent with the hunger, my right berry was feeling like someone had a hold on it with a set of channel lock pliers, and the pain was radiating up into the right side of my abdomen. To shorten this up, it hurt bad enough and about half of the symptoms were present for appendicitis, but without the signs of infection.
When I got home, I gave myself a bit of an exam. No fever, good. Pain in my lower right abdomen, and sensitive to the touch. Left berry, fine, Right berry itself, fine, but the muscle wall was painful. Most comfortable with my right leg bent at the hip. I took a nap, and the general yucky feeling was a little improved when I got up. Still no symptoms indicative of infection.
A lotta crap went through my head before I figured it out. I’m yucky because my sugar is still low, and the pain downstairs is a strained groin muscle. :smack: Tylenol helped a lot.
That’ll larn me to overdo it at the Y. The groin strain still twinges a bit today, but it now feels like a run-of-the-mill pulled muscle.
No, I’m not going to bother scolding someone who obviously has no concerns about his health and welfare, or the welfare of those who cared for him. I wonder if I should bother going into detail of what happens to the RN when someone falls out of bed? The inquiry, the endless paperwork, the “re-education” of the entire staff and all for some fool who won’t do as he’s told. I certainly won’t bother sharing the info of what happens to the person actually falling.
As for the taking of Ativan with alcohol–that’s a singularly brainless thing to do and will lead to a repeat hospitalization most likely.
It’s odd, but the nurses are there to help patients. Some patients just don’t see that. I can only hope those nurses charted defensively, so that if anything of an untoward legal nature should occur, their butts are covered. If it were me, I’d have charted “pt refuses to stay in bed. States he is imprisoned. Instructed on importance of safety; refuses to comply. Turns off bed alarm despite repeated instruction on safety. Found in hallway multiple times. MD contacted; orders received and noted: pt to be on strict bedrest. Pt informed and remains noncompliant. Security called and spoke with pt. Still refuses to cooperate. Nursing supervisor aware; MD aware.” “Pt found to have removed IV per self. Site clear of redness, swelling or tenderness. Instructed to wait for RN, but refused. Given discharge instructions. Pt discharged home.” There is no way any nurse should be held responsible for your refusal to partake in your care, bb.
You may think nothing bad will happen, but you cannot deny that you already had a “surprise” event happen–how do you know that won’t occur again? You don’t. It’s not a game, pt care. I’m sorry you see it as such.
I hope they find the reason for your seizures, bb, and a med that controls them–you may well have to change your driver’s license. You should let HR know as well.
I’m off to work–to work with people who just want to make my job harder. :rolleyes:
I completely agree with everything that you said. I was a troublesome (although friendly) burden to the the floor. But I kept my day nurse’s name so I can send her a Christmas card . And I’m not mixing ativan and alcohol, that was just a joke about haze drunk posting from a different time-zone.
Your resident troublemaker on and off the board,
beebs
I got home yesterday, and took a 12 hour nap. Nelly and Thrak were curled up next to me when I got up. I don’t know if it’s because they care, or because they were laying claim to the carcass. :eek: I’ve had coffee, changed the litter, recycled and took the trash out.
Puggy, not yet. The meds aren’t really helping, so I go back for tests next week.
MBG, that’s why I have a dog, to suck up cat hornk. And graze the litterbox.(No, Nelly is not a licker, thankfully.)
Sorry about TH rigs. {{{{}}}}}
Sounds fun, are you free Friday night?
Glad you’re doing better, beebs. After reading your post, my last post to you at Fathom seems rather apt.
BBBobbio, if you keep pulling your groin muscle, you’ll go blind.
That was funny, doggio! The test for BPPV is very simple and does not involve removal of any body parts. Hope they find the cause soon. Dizziness is teh sux!
{{{{{rigs}}}}} and {{{{{smarty}}}}} Having been married to one [del] self-centered asshole[/del] alien, I can totally relate. There ARE good ones out there. They don’t “make” your world…they’re just there to enjoy it with you.
beebs, Mr. Anachi went through a period where he experienced unexplained seizures when he was young. A cause was never found but he was going through a lot of stress. It’s been years since he’s had one.
bobbio, did you replace all that sweat with some gatorade or some such? I’m just saying…
Not much going on around here today.
Tupug
Morning, all. It’s another pretty day here. With a lovely breeze. That I can feel through the opened windows. I like days like this.
beebs, just take it as given that I have repeated every word of Rigs’ lecture to you, with the addition of judicious slaps upside the heat with a wet trout. And strange question: Has anyone ever checked to see if you have sleep apnea? The reason I ask is that snowbunny’s dad had undiagnosed sleep apnea, back before it was very well known at all; he started having seizures from it, and eventually died from one of the seizures. :eek: It wasn’t diagnosed till after he died. Just throwing it out there. Not to be cheery or anything. :eek:
I’m not going to comment on monotonous relationships except to say that even the good ones can be a struggle sometimes. Papa Tigs and I do very well about 95% of the time; the other 5%, stand back! Two more stubborn, hard-headed people you will not find, and when we butt heads, it gets really loud really fast. It’s taken many years, but he’s finally learned the two magic words that defuse most potentially fight-filled situations: “Yes, dear.” But even that doesn’t always work. Sigh. And he’s one of the good’uns.
Okay, enough yakking and back to work. A roundtable on the process of innovation in industry. <yawn> Is it naptime yet?
Snowbunny, sorry about the cygnet. I have something in my home e-mail about a full grown swan and a bald eagle mixing it up in flight. Unfortunatley, it’s a document with photos, so it doesn’t lend itslf to Photobucket posting.
Iff’n you’re interested, send me your e-mail. That goes with the rest of y’all. You can find mine in my profile.