Thank you. That series was on Mt. ToBeRead and now I know to knock it off into the Ravine of Nope.
cyberhugs
Waiting is the worst. Waiting on health stuff is worser.
FIL said he would be here at 8:30am to celebrate Father’s Day. Early for us, but sure. Sr. Weasel got up at 6am, went to the grocery store and bought breakfast food for me to cook. Around 9:30am haven’t heard from him. I texted Father in Law, are you on your way?
“Not yet, I’ll let you know.”
Well, we just ate breakfast. He’s coming up on two hours late now. And to be clear, the thing he’s doing right now is hanging out with one of his girlfriends.
If we had known he wasn’t going to bother to show up, we would have done this day completely differently.
Morphologic review of a thyroid fine needle aspirate shouldn’t take that long. However, turnaround time could be extended if there is ancillary molecular testing.
If I had a borderline/atypical diagnosis on a thyroid aspirate, I’d prefer getting a pretty much definitive answer through review and ancillary testing rather than get half or more of my thyroid removed and have it turn out completely benign.
Hope you get a reassuring report soon.
Maybe you ought to put up a windmill…
The nest is on top of a porch ceiling fan.
I have debated turning on the fan…
There were several cars also at the light, and I was across the street from the hospital where I work. Spoiled rich white kids speeding through affluent suburbs don’t scare me. Plus now he gets to tell the story of how some old bat yelled at him.
But just the same, you were on foot confronting a reckless person in a car that you knew nothing about. It sounds like a death wish to me. You’re lucky nothing happened to you. If you were someone I knew in real life and cared about, I’d yell at you for being so stupid.
Agreed. Remember this incident just last month?
And all she did was flip the driver the bird. If you storm up to some other guy’s car window, he might feel justified in shooting you. I’m not saying he would be, but you never know when you could encounter some psycho with a gun.
When the first two sentences in a book are: “Dirk Moeller didn’t know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to fine out.” You have to know that the rest of the book will have a certain tone.
I found The Android’s Dream a hoot and listen to it repeatedly as an audiobook. Wil Wheaton does a good job as the reader.
The Collapsing Empire, on the other hand, is epic space opera/corrupt noble houses stuff. Evil House X is a typical trope. They’re the bad guys. They’re supposed to be bad. And if they were the only problem, the books would be dull.
I keep seeing a thread entitled “International cricket rolling thread” in the Game Room. I had no idea there was a sport called “cricket rolling”.
A bit of an anti - rant /update on the missing my psychiatry appointment debacle. She called in a new script! I’m back on the meds and it’s a little scary how much they help. Like turning on a light switch.
I was going to put this in Entirely Benign, Appropriate Things That Make You Seethe, but I’m not sure it fits there. Or that I should be seething. I just am.
A person here at my work, who is in a position of authority, put a little basket on the outside of their office door with a note “Let me know if I can pray for you.” I guess people are supposed to write down their requests and leave them in the basket. I admit I have a chip on my shoulder when it comes to such things, but is this appropriate at work? What on earth made her think that was a good idea? I’m toying with the idea of putting out my own little basket, labeled, “Let me know if I can cast a spell for you” or some such.
Probably not, but there is a certain subset of Christians who really can’t understand that not everyone shares (or wants to share or ever will share) their belief in the power of prayer (whether to their god or any other). And even if they know you don’t believe, their worldview of Christianity being the one true religion makes it impossible for them to see how such a request can be construed as anything worse than benign.
That’s awesome. 
Yeah it’s scary how dependent we can be on medicine. I have a pill that I have to take daily, or I will occasionally not be able to swallow anything. Not even water. Before I was put on that medicine I would have at least one time a week, maybe more, where briefly I couldn’t swallow anything and I had to regurgitate stuff (not vomit, it was stuck in my throat) until it passed. Until one day I couldn’t swallow anything for a whole day until I was given an endoscopy, and could have died. (I woke myself up choking on my own saliva that night.)
If society collapses and we’re forming tribes and fighting over looted cans of beans and trying to forage for roots and berries I’m not going to live very long. 
Or troll the basket with requests to have the prayers directed to specific non-YHWH monotheistic gods (or even demons): please ask Loki to transfer my anal fissures to George in Accounting; his constant carping about the precision in my expense reports is a real pain in the ass, or tell Pazuzu thanks for the winning scratcher ticket I got last week, and I hope He enjoyed the kitten.
I know! And I keep saying to myself, “I’m sure she means well”…“or DOES SHE?”
Oh @kaylasdad99, it’s a good thing you don’t work here! We would have too much fun. 
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
Would that work 
I have those same thoughts! I have a friend who has to have surgery on her trachea once a year because she has some kind of tissue buildup and would otherwise suffocate. I feel like we’re all just barely clinging to civilization and so many people are so vulnerable.
I look back on my rugged ancestors and marvel. I’d probably be dead from sun exposure or something stupid.
There’s a part of me that thinks, aww that’s sweet. But there’s another part of me that is deeply cynical about the notion of a god who helps suburban white women find parking spaces in a world where children are routinely forced into slavery. I have to listen to this kind of stuff from friends and I just bite my heathen tongue.