My GF was supposed to come over late this morning, then attend a Christmas dinner party with me tonight.
At midnight her ~5yo nephew got really sick so his parents (GF’s bro & wife) called her because she’s the family rescuer. GF’s response was to leap out of bed, drove 30 minutes to their house, then take all of them to the hospital ED. Where the kid got fluids, anti-nausea meds, and something for fever. She got home a little after dawn.
So now she’ll sleep all day and miss both her Christmas with her family and the planned time with me. Oh well.
But at least the boy who’d ODed on Christmas eve cookies, candies, and snacks, plus lots and lots of excitement, survived.
I’m not much of a baker but I know that with cookies, baking soda makes a cookie flatten and spread out while baking powder makes it rise. So if your recipe calls for baking soda, either swap it out for baking powder or go half and half.
I need to figure out how to hire someone to transport me to and from a colonoscopy appointment. I dont have a dignifigant other or family member I can strong arm into taking me. My friends all have to work and I wouldnt ask them to take vacation to do this. I dont know if they have to stay with me afterwards or if they can drop me off and leave.
I took my husband to his colonoscopy the other day. It only took a couple of hours, then I went back to work. It’s not a terrible favor, if you have to ask a friend, and then maybe you could treat them to lunch!
Those Terry’s orange chocolate balls were one of my favorite candies until yesterday. My daughter got me one as a stocking stuffer. I quickly broke off a slice and devoured it. My god, the aftertaste is what I imagine ass tastes like, if not worse. I get that ingredient prices mean that recipes might need to be changed, but damn.
I called my insurance company during my lunch break. They said while the therapy provider that charges triple the rate is their go to provider, any in network provider is fine. Now, all I have to do is start the process of finding a new therapist all over. Fun times.
In the rodent infested crap hole I used to live in, there was no room for furniture. Instead of a desk, I used two plastic storage bins- one stacked atop the other.
In my new apartment, there is room for furniture. I have been using two stacked cardboard boxes as a desk. The flaps of the top box started to collapse almost immediately. So, a variety of lightweight, hard cover, thin, long and wide books are arrayed on top of the box.
A few weeks ago, my sister helped me find a desk with an attached shelf unit on the internet. She aso paid about 60%. My beloved helped me carry the pieces up to my apartment and put them all safely in the bedroom.
I asked one of my long time friends if he could help me assemble the thing. I might be able to do that on my own. But, it is faster, easier and safer to do with a friend and an electric screwdriver. After waiting a few weeks, he said he could come tomorrow. I asked what time he would be coming. He said ten in the morning. I asked if it was possible for him to come after I get off work. I have not received a reply yet.
I’ll be calling in sick on January tenth so I can fly to Florida and visit my family. I’d prefer not to have to take tomorrow off as well.
I guess it would depend on what anesthesia they use, but in my anecdotal experience (definitely not to be relied on as medical advice!) these precautions are often overblown out of an extreme aversion to potential liability suits. Yes, you need someone to pick you up after a colonoscopy, and usually that has to be a friend or relative and not just an ordinary taxi or Uber.
My experience was that when I woke up, I felt fine to drive but rules are rules, so the ex-wife picked me up and took me to her place where I had left my car. She insisted I hang around for a few hours and have some coffee and snacks, but I said no, I was fine, got into the car and drove home and carried on with my life with no issues at all.
I dropped a small screw while I was putting the bathroom ceiling fan back up after cleaning it out. Cannot find it. My bathroom is only about 8’ x 8’, and most of that is tub, sink and toilet. I searched every inch of the floor, used a mini-vac on every inch, looked through the waste basket, (sink drain was closed), and it is nowhere. I found a similar replacement screw in the orphan screw jar, but I wish I knew what happened to the missing one.
Was the toilet lid/seat closed while you did the work? There’s plenty of hidden space at the bottom of a toilet for the screw to have gone swimming then finished up back where you can’t see it.
I’ve also found them nestled between a hanging towel and the wall behind it.
That reminds me: One time we were in a restaurant when a little boy at the next table dropped a small toy and couldn’t find it. He was crying and crawling around under people’s tables, and pretty soon everyone was looking for the thing. My husband was the hero when he suggested they should check in the cuffs of the boy’s pants.
I didn’t mean to accuse you of heathenness (heathenicity? heathenality? ).
When DIYing in bathrooms I often stand on the throne to reach the ceiling. Standing on the porcelain rim is safe, but standing on the comparatively flimsy and potentially shifty seat or lid is not. So the seat + lid is up while I use the throne as a step ladder.
I have plenty of experience recovering tools and parts that chose that time to go swimming. Sigh.
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