oh thanks to the nurse that saved me (long story) they removed mine…its 4:30 am they did the op at 1:30
im high as a kite on a straight morphine drip trying not to puke and had just dozed off the dumb ass surgeon trots in and starts poking where I was operated on murmuring ……I open my eyes he says hello and hes just checking his work ……and then rips off the taped bandage with no warning at all which I felt and then once he finds out im on ssi argues with me about it ,a nurse came in so he started talking to her and I dozed off again
later that morning the nurse comes in to do nurse stuff and I complained and she said yeah theres a reason hes a surgeon and not on the floor ,
I’m so sorry. My oldest cat is almost 18 and having some major issues right now, as well. I took her to the vet yesterday and decided against any invasive procedures.
Have you looked in to having a vet come to your home? There is a mobile vet here who does this. I did it for my 21 year old cat who had a stroke and couldn’t walk. She died peacefully in her spot on the couch. I was planning to do that with the next one who was 20 and had been ill for quite a while. I knew it was time but I let my vet talk me into bringing her in for another try to get her better. She died about 10 minutes before I arrived to pick her up that afternoon. I will never forgive myself for that. All my others will be taken care of at home if at all possible. That’s best for me and for them.
There was one in the area that my regular vet had recommended a while ago, but I think she moved away or closed up. I was looking for her info to see if they’d do a euth for a non-regular client and I couldn’t get her business or name to come up anywhere. I’m a bit out in the middle of nowhere so it’s hard to get services like this, but it’s definitely something I’d rather do.
I agree with having a vet come to your home, and I wonder, if you have been using a regular vet for awhile, if they would consider doing this for a valued customer? Never hurts to ask. And just remember that this is the last kind thing you can do for your kitty. Hugs to you both.
I’ve asked with a previous cat, but his practice is 35 min from my house, and he lives 25 min in the other direction. He’s so busy he just doesn’t have the time, and that’s ok. If I can’t find a mobile bet for my area I’m going to get a bit of tranquilizer (acepromazine or similar) so that some of the stress is reduced.
My kids…do they ever fucking go to school? Friday was “records day.” Today is President’s Day. Of course, they have both days off. What the fuck, by the way, is records day? All the grades seem to be going into the gradebook electronically; I receive them several times a day…do they double-check them? What are they doing? This is after having three consecutive snow and “cold” days (which I get - I don’t want my kid standing out in negative degree weather, either), which of course were preceeded by MLK and several late start days (also for teacher development…again, what in the hell is records day if you also have multiple late start days in advance? And even worse, how the fuck are parents who work hourly handling this?).
Anyway, with all the late starts, snow/cold days, records days and random holidays, I’ve worked from home at least 10 days this year and while I love my children, I’m about to murder them. The arguing. The interruptions. Random, stupid injuries. I should be sympathetic, but given that I’ve spent the last two weeks taking care of my husband after an ER visit and my mother after a surgery I’m TIRED of taking care of people.
I’m getting several tastes of teenage, pubescent assholery from my son, who is almost 13. Everything is a one-word answer unless it’s a complaint about the general unfairness of the world, followed by an unconvincing, “FINE, I’m SORRY!” whenever I call him out on his bullshit. I get that this is par for the course, but he’s at this weird age where he’ll be a shmuck one minute, but when I snap and get really ticked will start crying. Thank god we’re already in therapy because if we weren’t, we’d be finding someone to talk to now.
I feel this so hard. Add in my husband saying things like, “But <eldest> spends all his time in his room anyway - why is it hard to have him around?” and I am ready to kill them all.
I’m sorry to have to tell you that my experience is that this will get worse before it gets better. But maybe he’ll hide out in is room all day like my eldest and you won’t be bothered, right? :rolleyes:
I cannot believe how up and down he is. And my husband is already a perpetual bitcher; having another one of them around makes me want to tear my hair out.
I’d say thank goodness for my daughter - who is ordinarily the sunshine to my son’s rain - but she burst into tears in the middle of the frozen section in Target because I forgot to give her french toast sticks on her birthday. Her birthday was in NOVEMBER. I think she’s gearing up for puberty herself and I have no idea how to comfort someone who’s crying because her best friend told her three weeks ago she doesn’t like grape jelly.
I read this whole exchange to my eldest, and he did chuckle, although he also pointed out that it’s not the grape jelly that’s the problem, it’s that on top of everything else.
From a case this weekend: if you don’t make your young child wear their seatbelt and the child is injured in a crash, you should be prosecuted for child neglect.
Ok, former co-worker I’ve known for over a decade, you want an interview at my office? Ok. You are clearly well qualified for a position and the people there already think well of your technical skills. Your interview should be a token one. Just don’t screw it up.
When my manager asked me if I’d stake my own reputation on you, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. But that shouldn’t be a problem, right? You’ve got 20 years of relevant industry experience and should recognize any interview landmines. There’s no way you could fuck up a 30 minute interview, right?
Oh, wait a sec. So when they asked why you are applying and leaving your current company you’ve been with for 2 years now, you told them you had been looking to leave since day one? What the fuck is the matter with you that you would think that’s an appropriate answer in a job interview?
Oh, wait another sec. You openly said you didn’t respect your current manager because you thought you knew more than him? I thought you wanted the job. My mistake. Didn’t realize your PhD meant your critical thinking skills weren’t worth shit.
On the plus side, nobody is holding you against me. So far. But thank you so very fucking much for putting me in that position while simultaneously jamming your foot so far in your mouth, you can taste your own kneecaps.
1.SiL is in her 40s and she still does that thing of complaining about stuff that’s got nothing to do with the real issue, because she doesn’t want to admit that she has that real issue. 1.Bro declared me his favorite witch after I was able to interpret some behavior that was driving him mad; now that he knows what the real problem is, he knows how to help her. Part of the reason I don’t like her is that I understand how she works… after all, figuring out the inner workings of people so I can communicate better with them and get them to do what they ought’a do is a big part of my job. I just apply the same techniques to 1.SiL.
I already related my wife’s losing her wallet with her life inside of it. Yesterday, I was wearing a new hoodie and stuck my cell in one of the pockets. We hit Costco and then went to another store. When I got out of the car, I noticed that my phone was gone. FUCK FUCK FUCK! :smack::smack::smack:
When we got home, I happened to look down between the seat and the console when I unfastened my belt, and there it was. So not all of February has been for shit. Also, note to self, don’t put anything in those pockets that I don’t want to disappear.
App developers, your app asks me kindly if I will allow notifications, and I usually allow it, assuming it will be something useful from time to time.
The moment I get some silly notification about something absolutely pointless in my life, guess what happens? I turn off all notifications from your application.
I had installed the Truefire app a few weeks ago because they have a couple of bass courses I wanted to buy, and it’s a pretty good app to use for looping through the exercises.
I was intently focused on work today when suddenly my iPad came to life with an audio alert, like if I had gotten a text message, and I looked over immediately to see "Truefire… Zack Nosepicker is going to livestream in minutes!!!one!"
No, I don’t care about Zack Nosepicker. I assume he is a stunning guitarist, but I really don’t like apps to spam me with notifications. Notifications off, problem solved.
I’m sick. I don’t like being sick. It turns me into a whiny little baby.
And speaking of,
Fuck my cheap store brand digital thermometer. This is America, God Damn It!
Centigrade? Fuck you and your fucking EuroTrash temperature scale! And the fucking gadget has to DEFAULT to Centigrade?? Well, you might be thinking, how hard can it be to turn this foreign calibrated piece of garbage into something I can use to tell if I have a fever?
The widget only has ONE god damn button.
How difficult can it be? So I push and hold and push and release and double tap and triple tap for about 10 minutes, at this point I’m just being stubborn in refusing to go online just to determine if I have a fever. Then, miraculously out of seemingly nowhere, the C on the display has changed to an F. I pop it in my mouth and wait for the beep … and yep, I have a fever.
So I take some Advil and take a nap and wake up feeling a little better. I pick up the thermometer. Holy fucking Mother of God, it’s flashing C again. Did Rite-Aid buy these pieces of garbage in a Parisian flea market or something? This is downright Unamerican, bordering on treasonous.
But even in my weakened state, I refuse to be defeated by a technology so simple it makes a coffeemaker look like an FTL spacecraft. So I try to change it back to F.
Not surprisingly, it takes me even longer this time. I think about cheating. I find the formula.
(32F -32) x 5/9 = 0C. Jesus Freaking Einstein, are they fucking kidding me?
I go back to pressing that stupid little button. The miracle happens again but unsurprisingly, I’m not feeling better anymore. Fuck this cheap-ass thermometer and fuck centigrade.
You had me laughing in tears halfway through this post. I bought one of those things at the military Exchange in Yongsan. The thing defaults to Fahrenheit no matter what my wife and I do. And, yes, it only has one button. Since we live in Beijing and my wife is Korean, we try to keep the thing on Celsius and I use a unit converter app on my cellphone so I can figure out if my temp’s in the Goldilocks zone. (FWIW, “normal” body temp in C is 30, freezing point of water is 0, and boiling point of water is 100.)
Yeah, whoever decided that one button is the way to go for cycling between scales, for checking “historical data” (yeah, right; it’s just the very last previously taken temperature–big whoop), and some other nonsense I don’t care about is a simpleton. Well, it would be a good idea if it worked or if it had some indicator to show you that the machine recognizes you’re depressing the button. As it is now, the button is depressing me!
Oh, you forgot to mention you have to wait a full minute after doing anything–taking temperature, changing the bloody scale, or checking the historical data–before you can do anything else. Yeah, it took almost 30 minutes one Saturday to get both of us checked for temperature.
