Ignored chores in the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Heaving went reasonably well, considering we were short handed again. But the weird things in damages/haz-mat award today went to the dried urine samples. Honorable mention goes to the box of corn starch that Tar-Jay thoughtfully shipped in a padded envelope, instead of a box. :face_with_raised_eyebrow: I looked like Tony Montana had sneezed on me after dealing with that.

Feel free. Heck, go full Discovery Channel and have Snark Week.

{{{{2Gig}}}}

Sounds like Gordie, and his desire to fight everything bigger and tougher than him.

{{{{JtC}}}}

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Passed out at my checkup, am currently hanging out in ER.

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Yikes! Hope they figure out what’s wrong.

I has a tired, so not writing much, even though I caught up. Hope I don’t have the crud.

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Thanks for asking sunny.. As of tomorrow I can “resume normal activities.” I have times when I am exhausted, like today. Saturday I am going to attempt to ride Ariel. My incision is closed, no swelling, and the bruising has gone by half. Lunch was fried hot dogs with cheese and a salad. I have no idea as to dinner.

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Ugh, Nettie, hope everything checks out OK.

I got the results from my heart echo, and it’s all good news. No signs of arterial blockage, flow rates and valve function are all normal, and my aortic distention is the same as it’s been for the last 23 years. My GP said there are some “mild changes” since my last echo 3 years ago that my cardiologist will discuss at our appointment, but that doesn’t sound too alarming.

And it’s been 16 days since my last racing-heart episode, so maybe whatever that was has sorted itself out. Fingers crossed.

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My completely non-professional opinion is that that’s entirely possible. After I had my pacemaker installed I had several incidents of atrial fibrillation. I ha never had them before, as far as I knew. They eventually slacked off over the following year and are no longer any problem. Just my experience, but I suspect that your heart will sort itself out over time.
Sorry if I’m overstepping.

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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been 16 days since my last … uh, Confession.

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2.68 miles today. I managed 3.17 mph according to MapMyWalk. :astonished: It’s been a long time since I broke 3 mph. But I cheated. Instead of walking down the beach and back, I did three laps around the park and out one road; so it was flat, and almost all paved. :wink:

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:crossed_fingers: for Seanette…!

Great news, peedin and Wheelz! :smiley:

These days, I’m the most aware of being middle-aged when I tire myself out. Like I did yesterday. I (stupidly) volunteered to help with two proposals, and wound up working a 12-hour day (until 9pm). Hadn’t done one of those since I quit full-time proposal work two and a half years ago! I got 8-ish hours of solid-ish sleep, but I am mentally and physically exhausted today. I just don’t recover from days like that the way I used to. Although now that I think of it, some of that might be my age and some of that might be the fact that I only take in ~1000 calories/day…hmm…I probably simply ran out of fuel! I might work late again tomorrow; I’ll try to get in a little more protein during the day.

I haven’t had a chance to hang out on the new patio yet, but it – and the new front steps – still make me happy. :slight_smile: The new patio table should arrive today; Amazon says “by 8pm.” It’s supposed to be rainy this evening/tonight, and the next couple of days are going to be busy, but I might get to do some sittin’ this weekend.

Meanwhile, it’s “Help Me Think” time! My front door has a small-ish Command hook that I use for various wreaths and things. I bought a wooden sign to put there, in hopes that it came with a rope (the description didn’t say and I was willing to chance it), but turns out it only accomodates being hung on a nail. The back of it looks like this:


That opening is too small for the end of the hook. Right now my plan is to find a piece of rope and staple it to the back of the sign, but are there any other possible solutions? Maybe something obvious/easier that I’m not thinking of?

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You guys are gonna have to bear with me. This whole thing came to a head yesterday and I’m not sure how to feel about it. So, here’s something not so mundane, definitely pointless and…well, I don’t know what.

I was friends with this girl from kindergarten through college and for a while after we both had kids. We lost contact for a couple of years, then one day she texts me out of the blue to tell me that she & her husband had marital problems and that she was going on dating apps & Craig’s List and bringing guys home at night while her daughters slept upstairs. She bragged that she’d slept with something like 50-60 different guys in the previous month. The irony of this whole situation was that she was a devout Catholic who thought I’d go to hell for not being Christian. She was also a school psychologist.

Anyway, shortly after she texted me the first time, we talked and I told her that she was being really unsafe, putting herself and her family at risk and maybe it was time to separate from her husband (also cheating on her), and get some help for herself and possibly her girls. Fast forward a day and she texts me to tell me she was at some guy’s house she’d never met before and her kids were fine, even though they were at home alone. They were in preschool. I wasn’t sure who to call, but I knew her mom lived close by so I called her and told her everything.

She went over there, called the authorities and when all is said and done said former friend divorced her husband, her mom took the kids for a while and the friend moved to a different state. I blocked her on social media and moved on.

Former friend started making sock accounts on facebook & instagram to message me on about a monthly basis, asking to come visit her, that she wanted to explain herself in person, that she missed me and just wanted to give me a hug (not sure why but the idea of her hugging me squicked me out the most). This went on for around six or seven years. She wasn’t violent or threatening, but I just didn’t want anything to do with her. Anyway, she last contacted me in July 2021.

My mom & I were talking about her yesterday and I realized that I hadn’t heard from her in a long time. I looked her up online. Her socials had been deleted or posts removed back to the year she’d first begun cheating on her husband, which was weird, but I assumed it was related to having lost her kids. So I googled her. She’s been dead since about a week after she last contacted me.

I feel guilty because I ignored her and maybe I could’ve gotten her to stop doing whatever the hell she was doing - and more importantly I shouldn’t have waited until she told me her kids were home alone to call someone. But I feel happy that I won’t ever hear from her again. And again, I feel bad about being okay with never hearing from her again. I’m not celebrating the loss of her life, but I’m not sad about it either. And I feel bad for that, too.

So…that’s been my week so far.

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Oh no! Do they know why?

College me says, “Push pin”!

talky :people_hugging: 'cause I think you need one. I’m glad you got her kids the help they needed.

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Afternoon all. Swimmin’ and Sauna have been accomplished and so far no nappage has occurred (better not lay down anywhere, however). Expedia changed an airline reservation so I couldn’t make my connecting flight, so I cancelled it and went to the Aerolineas Argentinas airline site and booked it myself…for a substantial cost increase… Still, I have a POC on my e-mail that can help me know that the booking is through the airline, so hopefully any other changes can be worked out. And that pretty much took care of the afternoon.

talky, I…got nothing. Except hugs (those I have plenty of). I can understand you feeling guilty, I have too when something has happened to a person I once was close too, but she made her decisions in life and those decisions we make always have consequences for us all and…I’m just rambling now. Just take care of yourself and your loved ones.

Seanette :fearful: :fearful: :anguished: I hope to he…heck you’re OK. Let us know how it’s going when you can.

Oopsie, yeah, when I used to have 12-14 hour flights for work, I’d usually feel good coming off the plane and that day but the next day… :weary: :tired_face:

Wheelie, glad your heart is back on the steady beat. And hope the ride on Ariel goes well, wet one.

Cookie, never had a hernia (well, yet), hope he heeds the Doc’s rules.

Sunny, hope your Dr. visit went well and that there are next steps.

Sari, might want to borrow from JtC and get a walking stick. My knee acted up for several days after I did too much riding and I got a cane from Wal-mart that didn’t cost an arm and a leg (lame joke).

OK, need to consider dinner for tonight; supposed to be BLT’s but my per diem cash says I can afford to let someone else do the cooking. Decisions…

All y’all take care.

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Talky, I had some platitudes for you, but everything sounded dumb and cliched. Just keep in mind that your feelings are your feelings. They are neither right nor wrong; they just are.

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Howdy Y’all! We procured provisions and honed our sloth skills and achieved nappage. How do we keep up such a gruelin’ pace at our age! The leftovers we et for sup were good and are now all gone. It’s been rainy(ish) off and on throughout the afternoon.

Nettie hope everything is OK. Please report back when you are able.

Wheelie yay on the good echocardiogram report.

WetOne glad you are healin’ well. Remember, sloth is our friend, so sloth away as needed.

Cookie glad your son’s hernia repair went well.

Sunny hope things went well at the doc.

sari I second or third or wherever I am on the list the idea of gettin’ a cane or walkin’ stick to use, as needed. Plus, if you get a cane you can become StC!

Oopsie I remember those days of 12 to 14 hour irk days. I was fine durin’ the day, but the next day took it’s toll on me.

{{{wordy}}} it’s tough to know somebody you once knew well is no longer with us. However, she made the decisions she made on her own. You did right gettin’ those kids the help they needed, so no need ever to feel guilty about that.

MetalMouse all that travel talk stuff got me exhausted.

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sari, Ripple is quite a bit bigger than Nelson and he doesn’t fit well enough between me and the wheel to drive with him in my lap. :slight_smile: I’m with the others about the hiking sticks. I use one of these when my hip, knees or back are giving me issues or I’m going to be on my feet at a festival or something.

2gig, we get excited about the dog park and GG antics reports in addition to the TP, lunch and laundry updates, so there’s no way you’re too mundane for the MMP. I’m sorry about your folks and the irk overload. Things like that will wear you down.

Yikes seanette! I hope that they find out what went wrong and get you all fixed up. Hugs.

wordy, it sounds like you did what you could for your friend’s kids. She was an adult who made her own decisions. I’m sorry for your loss, nonetheless. Hugs to you too.

Tomorrow, I’ll leave early and head up to Dad’s. I decided to head out a day early to spend a little more time with him. Tonight is getting stuff packed and ready to go.

Much as I enjoy going up to the family reunion, traveling with Nelson during the summer can be taxing. I have to plan stops that he can come in with me. I’ve found that many small gas stations don’t have issue with coming in with a small dog tucked under your arm. Failing that, pit stops at Lowe’s, Home Depot or PetSmart allows me to use the facilities and take him in with me.

Back to the packing. :slight_smile:

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

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Well, I’m home with no definite diagnosis yet. I do have a followup with PCP next Wednesday, and have been informed she does not want me to go to that on foot. Not a problem, I can summon Lyft or call one of several retired friends. She took me off the lisinopril for that week (she’d planned to reduce my dosage again before the passing-out incident). I’m now a cyborg for the next 30 days, with a monitor adhered to me and a second phone that links to the monitor and transmits data.

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Nettie I hope it’s just the heat. Sending best wishes.

My doctor wants to repeat the procedure to patch the leak. I wanted to put that off until after the move, but I can’t. This is awful and I just can’t put it off. It means that I will be useless (or a bossy bystander) for the move, but c’est la vie.

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It has been raining pretty steadily for over 2 hours now. When I looked at the forecast this morning, there was a slight chance of an afternoon shower. Looks like the weather-guessers guessed wrong. :stuck_out_tongue:

I took the grands to the playground (there are a few pics on FB) and they got an hour of fresh air before I delivered them to their mom. At one point, I “lost” Roxy - she was actually at the top of the tallest tower about to go down the slide, so she was out of view. Amazingly, when I said it was time to go, she went willingly.

This evening has been all chillage all the time, listening to rain. Supposedly, tomorrow will be a nice day - I guess we shall see. Wet weekend forecast - that will limit what we do on the boat.

wordy - don’t beat yourself up. You did right by the kids, and in the same situation, I’d have severed ties with the old friend also.

Healthy wishes to all sickies. Hugs to everyone, just because I’m nice, dammit! :wink:

I think it’s time to crawl between the sheets… I’s tahred.

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I agree. Not to be a penis, but you can’t be responsible for other people’s irresponsibilities. Had you remained in contact, you would have become ensnarled. And the outcome may still have been the same, only you would have been more involved.

I’m reminded of a friend who was working as a house painter 30 years ago. A cow-orker was talking about suicide. Friend told him, ‘Well, if you’re going to, then go ahead.’ The guy killed himself. (Not like, right there; but later.)

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I see a lot has happened here since I last checked in. sari, take if from me, once you get used to using a cane or walking stick, it becomes second nature. It does take a while to get there, though. Always remember, the cane moves with the bad leg. Be sure to get a sturdy one in case you need to whack someone. I think the tube ones might bend…

nettie, I’m officially worried about you and that really isn’t good. I tend to fuss. A lot. Not wanting to get more personal than neccessary…have you been losing weight? Sometimes folks react to high blood pressure by dieting to get off the pills. That could cause blood sugar issues you don’t usually have, and if you have been successful at losing a large amount of weight, your doctor really does need to revisit your meds.

Today was surplus produce day and we got white peaches and grapes, hurray! We also got chicken thighs and big bags of potatoes, onions and carrots again, so it’s a good thing we like chicken stew!

My BFF works at the food stamp office (she’s actually child support enforcement, there are 6 or 7 government departments in the building and the food stamp office takes over half of it). I pick up a box for her when I pick mine up and bring my surplus and her box to the food stamp office. My surplus goes to the break room for anyone and my BFF’s box goes to her. She takes what she wants and is also able to give away the surplus, plus we have lunch so it all works out. (Food stamp workers are NOT allowed to give food to their clients. I can stand in the parking lot and hand out as much food as I want, because I don’t work there.)

Today the receptionist, who is usually the one who unloads my car…because that means she’s first in line for my surplus…was really crabby and started going through my BFF’s box and taking pictures.

Apparently, the poor receptionist had offered someone a list of where to get food boxes for her starving children and the not so nice person went off at the receptionist about how the food boxes are all junk food and spoiled and out of date and just horrible. The mean woman is coming back tomorrow and the receptionist is going to show her pictures of the unspoiled meat and produce and then offer her the list again.

Enjoy it! Be the spoiled princess you were meant to be! Or at least get the furniture about where you want it and call it good while you rest and recover.