I can sympathize. We have to put puppy pads outside the litter boxes because Havoc, being built for comfort not speed, has decided that turning around in a litter box is too much trouble. So she heads-in, then stops and lets fly - right out of the box onto the floor. :smack:
Laved, shaved and ready for work. Light day today - 2 classes and a counseling session, then off to the grocery to get the rest of the ingredients for Chicken Tinga tostadas tomorrow.
Have a fun-filled Friday everyone!
No magic formula. The food bank distribution is on the 2nd and 4th Fridays of the month, so there’s the foundation for any semblance of a schedule.
Good morning everyone. I continue to fail in my attempts to spend time on the new board. I don’t know why, exactly, but it still feels off. On the plus side, a lot of Dopers who had drifted away seem to be back.
It was a long week, but we made it. The kids both have today off, so it’s a 3 day weekend. Of course, I started it by getting up before 6 instead of sleeping in.
The air quality here is “unhealthy” headed for “very unhealthy” and possibly “hazardous”. I will be very, very glad when Fall finally hits, We’re forecasted for over 100 degrees Amerikan for another week at least.
I hope everyone is doing well. Hugs to all.
Here’s something fun to do: Fat Bear Week voting from Katmai. They celebrate their grizzlies getting ready for hibernation by hosting a vote on which bear has done the best job.
Roxy is napping, as are Cozmo and one of the cats. I folded a load of diapers and now I can chill. Calm before the storm of putting the house back together…
So you stock the pantry twice a month? Do any others stock this pantry besides you?
Having a lazier weekend than usual, but the irk week kicked my butt so I’m cutting myself some slack. Did laundry yesterday and then watched some baseball. (The A’s won! Yay!)
Today my only plan is watching baseball. (Go Cubs!)
Butters, it is indeed ludicrous that health care in this country has become a do-it-yourself project. I too would be overwhelmed by having to essentially be a nurse with no formal training.
Please do take Boo’s advice about taking care of yourself. The old saw about the airplane oxygen mask comes to mind. You can’t help someone else breathe if you can’t breathe yourself.
In the end I am confident you’ll find it in you to do what you have to do for your hubby. Picture yourself relaxing a month from now when it’s all over.
And here I thought I invented that! We call it a “funtada”, for lack of a better word. Same idea, usually just with cheese and some jalapenos, and fried in a bit of butter.
I gave the guy a $180 refund for the broken lens. I hope he doesn’t leave negative feedback.
Actually, I was kind of hoping he’d send everything back for a full refund. The Tobin motor alone sells for $800, so I basically sold everything (excluding the motor) for $20.
Afternoon all. Got up around 8am and decided to do the list of chores right off, so I got myself presentable and off I went.
First stop was the post office to get stamps (I usually get 50-60 forever stamps at the machine, that’ll get me through much of the year), but the machine, instead of printing out sheets of 12 stamps each, gave me 60 individual stamps, so I can lose/make a mess of them easier.
Next stop was Wal-Mart for a bed lamp for the new nightstand and some wood repair stuff for the same nightstand. Picked up a utility knife since I couldn’t find mine. Check out and done, stop was as planned.
Third was the Credit Union to put money in the bank. Long lines and slow at the tellers (apparently the server was acting up) so was there quite a while. Woman in front of me used her shirt as a mask and finally gave up any pretense of having one, surprised she wasn’t tossed out, but I didn’t say anything…(just thought it).
Then to the Great Grocery Shopping adventure. Three stores and I got everything on my list for less than I thought it would be, so good on me. 24 additional rolls of toilet paper to meet swampy’s requirements.
So finally home, everything put away, lunch has been assimilated, and waiting for soccer in about 4 hours. Haven’t done my Sudoku’s or Jumble’s yet, that will take up some time.
{{Butters}}, I can’t give any better advice than BBBoo’s or Thels, best wishes and hang in there.
Sunny, can we vote for swampy on the Fat Bear Week?? And good luck on breathing, sounds like you need some fresh air.
Thel, you can’t govern people taking the stuff, maybe they really do need it, and the story of that young man…sad. A hooray for Sweetie and sleep.
To everybody else, happy Firday and here comes the weekend!
Howdy Y’all! I accomplished mowage and have had a shower and a beerverage. The beerverage is a reward for mowage. I work best on a treat system. Since I did all the mowin’, OYKW will be chef de cuisine for sup. I shall loll about whilst my evenin’ repast is prepared and served, just as I was intended to do, but unfortunately did not inherit a fortune. Life has been tough on me!
Them fat bears ain’t got nuttin’ on me! I voted anyways. Thanks for sharin’ that Sunny. We both got a kick out of the site.
Gotti, I feel ya on the divertulitis. I’ve had it a few times but all I’ve ever had to do is do a course of antibiotics to clear it up. But it does hurt like hell.
For the uninitiated, here’s a quote from WebMD: "Divertulitis is the infection or inflammation of pouches that can form in your intestines. These pouches are called diverticula.
The pouches generally aren’t harmful. They can show up anywhere in your intestines. If you have them, it’s called diverticulosis. If they become infected or inflamed, you have divertulitis."
{{{{{Butters}}}}}
We’re back at the little house. On our way over we stopped at the Safeway in Sandy to get something we forgot.* and while Wifey went in, I took Vinnie and Gibbs walkies. While they were investigating bushes in one of the parking strips I saw a cardboard box that said something about a ‘food bank’ or somesuch on the side. I looked inside and there were a bunch of cans of foodstuffs, like spaghetti-os and beans and things. Somebody had opened the box and taken 3 or 4 cans of something out and tossed the box, with prolly a dozen cans of stuff left. I’ll bet they complained about the quality of stuff too. It was all stuff that I would have, and indeed would have been glad to, eat when I was an impoverished student. 
I got to make one of my favorite things Wednesday, 5 bean chili. It should be called 5 cans of beans chili, but no matter. We both felt like we were going to explode that night.
We put the leftovers away for another night.
Last night was pork chops with mashed N.O.T.s and gravy. 
Tonight will be chickie thighs on the grill with sides TBD.
Tomorrow we’ll prolly revisit the chili.
Happy weekend y’all.
When you make “the call” to the Nursing Agency, and you request a supervisor, FIRST thing you ask is “what is your name?” Write that name down. That way if and when followup calls are necessary and somebody says “who told you that?”
Second, it is now time to play the Old Lady card. I’m not making snide remarks about you, Hon. But Age has its Benefits, and now is the time to cash some of those in.
“I can’t see the little numbers.”
“I’ve lived my whole life using ounces and pounds and pints and quarts, I can’t get the hang of this metric stuff.”
“When he yells at me, I’m afraid I’ll make a mistake.”
You get the idea.
You may need to call his doctor, and explain that there is just YOU, no grown kids or helpful neighbors. And all this stuff is confusing, and you are terrified of making a mistake. Can’t he write the Rx so the visiting nurse does the actual infusion?
You get the idea.
Good luck!
~VOW
Happy Firday!
Beautiful day outside, 63 degrees and the sun is shining.
The windows are open.
All of the daily regulars showed up at the park this morning, so a good time was had by all the pups.
Ripple got much sympathy/loving for his ears.
He finally slept it off yesterday and I was able to get some stuff done.
Putting the drops in his ears is challenging.
I haven’t gotten much done today, every time I sit down, I fall asleep.
{{{Butters}}} If I lived nearby I’d come over and help.
Butters: I’ve never heard of non-medical people having to start IV’s. That seems really odd to me, and I don’t think one training session is enough to ensure competence. I hope you do call the agency and use Thel’s suggestions. You could also call his doctor and apprise him/her of the situation. Or call other agencies.
Also, now is the time to call in the troops. Your stress and exhaustion put you at risk for illness, and then what would Mr. Butters do? Can you afford to have someone come in to clean? How about a home health aide? (Not a nurse. A CNA who helps him with bathing and other tasks.) Can you get healthy meals delivered?
This is when I wish we really DID have an MMP neighborhood. We’d all help you out. I understand swampy mows for beer.
Thel, wherever and whoever that young man’s mother is, I’m sure she’s grateful to you for the kindness to her son. All you can do is what you’re doing and hope it helps light his way. Blessings on you for being a blessing to him.
I’ll give anybody a beer if they don’t make me mow.
Boo
Put them in an envelope labeled “Stamps” and tape it inside a desk drawer with the open side easily accessible. You’re welcome! 
Back from daughter’s and my computer is all set up now - yay! I just ordered Chinese for supper. Shortly, I will bring Higgs’ crate back out here. I have a box next to the desk that needs to be emptied and sorted - much crap within. Tomorrow, the heavy work will be done. The rest of tonight - meh… 
More often than that - last week I got six of those supplemental boxes. Depending on what’s already there, I’ll only leave the contents of one or two.
I have no idea who else, or how many whos also take care of it. Someone appears to work at a grocery store or produce market, judging by how often cases of over-ripe bananas appear.
Changed sheets and did a load of laundry. Gordie and I took a lomg walk to the bride today.At one point his collar slipped off, and he got worried The Invisible Mole People would drag me under without us being attached.
Walker vs. swampy for Absolute Unit of Beardom! 
Today is a bittersweet day: my former stepson’s birthday. I was only 20 when I became his stepmom; he was 7. I knew no other stepmothers. I had to learn as we went along, but I don’t think I screwed up too badly. He’s middle-aged now, with nearly-grown kids of his own. I miss him. He’s funny, kind, loving, and brave. I doubt very much I’ll ever see him again.
When I left the nightmare marriage 11 years ago, the now-ex warned me harshly not to get in touch with his son. I was afraid of the now-ex, and I didn’t want to cause trouble, so I obeyed. I did see him briefly at my daughter’s wedding. He seemed happy and at ease. I don’t know his current address and neither do my kids, though I know he’s in Afghanistan right now. (He’s in the Reserves.) I hope he knows that I still love him, that I think of him often, and that having him as a stepson was a blessing I’m eternally grateful for.