I never say it can’t get worse because then, of course, it does. I’m sorry you’re having such a rotten time of it, chefguy. nI hope you’ll consider Al-anon for yourself, as Qadgop suggested.
(Chefguy) Sorry to hear of your Fucktoberfest. Jesus. Another (Chefguy) for good measure.
Hang in there. November is around the corner.
Earlier this year I posted that my spring was broken, because from March 21st on things just generally sucked. Summer was worse but fall is improving a bit. (Improving that my mom is tolerating chemo and mom in law only needed one breast removed not both. See? Improvement.) I hope your November and ret of the year is better than October.
Here’s one I’ve always liked:
When things look their worst, don’t lose heart!
…They might want to cut it out.
…And they’ll want to avoid a lengthy search.
Another morbid thought just to top out the month; history of death in my family:
Mother: 79
Her sister: 77
My brother: 78
My sister: 76
My cousin: 77
My other cousin is 77 and I keep watching for an obit in the paper.
My age: 70 next May. All of those folks has serious illnesses, so I’m trying not to read much into it, but dayum. Ima keep a mirror with me so I can see that Death fucker sneaking up.
Best of luck for a much better November, Chefguy. Maybe it’s time to get that Portland Dopefest at the Horse Brass back on track so we can complain together and drink good beer.
At least you won’t have to shop for your brother-in-law for Christmas. :o
Fingers crossed for your child. Alcohol is so implacable sometimes. I’ll be thinking about you.
Very sorry to read the list and how much it hurts you.
The brighter points are that your son went to the hospital and has been discharged. Perhaps his reality moment has occurred and true recovery is on it’s way.
With regards to mortality the improvements in the medical field from just a few years ago are so great that if you pay reasonable attention to yourself and your health you can easily expect to outlive your parents. My grandparents made it to their mid 70’s. My parents are in their mid 80’s and haven’t slowed down much in the last 10 years.
Regardless awareness and concern are two major ingredients for the recipe that breaks the cycle of our family history, and you possess both. So keep cooking it Chefguy.
Very funny. Not that I’ve ever bought the miserable SOB anything, ever. What a wasted life he had, spending all his time hating everybody who wasn’t him. The only good things that came from that life were his children, who he warped, but who are delightful to be around because of their mother.
As for my son, they didn’t discharge him. They did an endoscopy and found no bleeding in his esophagus, which is good. But he’s so weak, and I don’t know if he’s taking any solid food yet. Day-to-day.
Got a bucket list? Death will get you sooner or later, but the only way to beat him is to accomplish what you want to accomplish before he does. Get out there and do something, even if its a very small thing, that you’ve wanted to do. Here’s to a better November.
Almost done with October. Pulling for you, Chefguy 
I pretty much saw the world during my career. There are few places that I would care to visit (or revisit) at this point. We’ve done quite a bit of US travel since retirement, but I have to say that I got burned out on air travel during my working life. Seems like that’s all I did. We usually do several weeks in the RV every summer, which satisfies any residual wanderlust that may be lurking.
Sorry, Chefguy. I don’t have anything to add to the sympathy and good wishes above, but I second all of them.
Jedi hugs, Chefguy. Here’s to hoping that December will be a better month for you.
Aww, it definitely doesn’t have to be travel. I just meant that if there’s anything you wanted to do before you die, now is the time to do it. Not saying that you’re going to die immediately, just that it will make you feel like you’re beating the inevitable clock. Want to fly a kite? Eat a pomegranate? Read the complete works of Dickens? Learn to play bridge? Leave your name in wet cement? Get a tattoo? Send a fan letter? Anything that you might regret not doing, give it a shot. November is a brand new month.
You know what, though? There are studies that show that, aside from cases when one inherits the same health problems that caused the elder family members’ deaths, there isn’t really much predictive lifespan indicators from looking at the age of death of relatives.
I looked that sort of thing up when it occurred to me that both my grandmother and my mom died in their 50s (grandma 55, mom 59). It’s still a bit scary, but I’m in better health than both of them, so I’m trying not to think about the possibility that I’ll die in the next 15 to 20 years too.
It only bothers me when I feel like being bothered by it. My sister and cousin had chronic lymphomic leukemia (dying from complications after chemo), my mother had cancer of the spine, my brother had rampant infections as a result of diabetes, stroke, etc. My aunt likely died from respiratory problems. My other aunt died from acute alcoholism, as did my father. So far, I’m healthier than all of them were, and hope I stay that way.
New month. <tears off October page> Hope things improve for you, my friend. Hugs.
{{{Chefguy}}}
I hope circumstances improve for you. October was truly sucky for you.