It’s not often that “dysentery” and “chuckling” appear so close to each other so, yeah, definitely thanks for that one, Silver Fire.
Well, I finally learned how to Hide someone on Facebook so I don’t have to see her posts.
Time to work out an appropriate curse.
From the PoV of my local gummint, bathrooms are a courtesy to people who Need To Pee Nau and to people who’d rather not smell pee in the street. At one point a certain bar hung up a “patrons only” sign during Sanfermines; the gummint found it there actually wasn’t a written law against such things, but hey, our legal system says that Tradition becomes Law and there was indeed a tradition of “open bathrooms”, so they just wrote it down.
We also have a tradition of “if you’ve used the bathroom and aren’t in a horrible hurry, spend money”, but that one didn’t get written down because the horrible hurry part would be a bitch to implement.
Progress!
Blood sugar at 198 this AM. Now if my eyeballs would just reset…
YAY!
Back when tweaking some other meds made my BG go insane, I found that it took copious quantities of water to keep my vision running normal - effectively making my body try to flush out the excess glucose.
How is your blood pressure going?
If you love your loved ones DO NOT HOARD “STUFF”.
My mom & I (both only children) are in the process of cleaning out my grandmother’s house after she had to go into a nursing home. Picture a house filled with 60 years worth of “stuff”. She kept everything…and I do mean everything. She was hoarding food in the basement for the impending nuclear war or something - it’s an unfinished concrete basement. We had to throw out a metric fuckton of food that had expired and gone bad, some decades old. Seriously, a fuckton. Example? Over 18 bottles of salad dressing. She would buy stuff on sale and then buy more before it was used up - there were dozens of bottles of body lotion, shampoo, conditioner, other various toiletries…all expired and had to be trashed. There were products that were clearly from the 50’s - 60’s and earlier. There was a metric fuckton of cleaning products. Seriously, nobody needs 8 bottles of Spray 'n Wash. I am not exaggerating. The waste of what was at one time perfectly good household goods was astronomical.
I swear she was buying stuff just for the sake of spending money. So…much…STUFF. A huge cabinet filled with those crappy dollar store food storage containers. Magazines from decades ago. Newspaper clippings. Letters. Photographs. Pamphlets. EVERY GODDAMN THING EVER.
I know it was the Alzheimers that contributed to this - she obviously forgot she had it and bought more - but the hoarding started long before the dementia.
I take out 8 Blue Boxes full to the curb every week of “stuff” from her house. We have countless boxes ready for the Goodwill. It’s a tremendous task and completely unnecessary. For fuck’s sake nobody needs that much stuff.
Just curious, how big is her house? I found out that having to live pretty much on the move forced me to learn to whittle down (my official home, where I can rarely be found, is where I keep my “stuff”, but I have a lot less than before I became an airport warrior); on the other hand, my brother and his wife have a large flat, plus the house in the village (both with closets you open at your own risk), plus three full storage rooms. They don’t have a fourth storage room because when she asked to get one he was unemployed and said no. I fear the day anybody has to clean through that.
My mother isn’t that bad, but her food shopping (given there’s only two of them) has long been way out of hand. A couple of years back when I was at a financial low point and they went to Europe, she invited me to help myself to what was in their downstairs freezer.
Between that and the upstairs fridge, I found 8 pounds of butter, 5 pounds of frozen blueberries, 5 jars of marichino cherries (3 of them open), probably a dozen boxes of various kinds of crackers… and on and on. Honestly, I could have lived for several months off the food in their house. And she didn’t have all that because she objectively needed it. She had it because she liked going food shopping, but kept forgetting what she had and buying more.
Spoke to my dad about it later. He said he has to go through the downstairs freezer periodically and throw shit out, and he’s completely disgusted with the amount of food she buys that they never eat and have to throw away.
While I’m completely supportive of the “don’t hoard stuff” mentality there are some things I always stock up on when they go on sale because I refuse to pay full price for and butter is one of them. It basically keeps forever when frozen so please tell me that wasn’t one of the things your dad is throwing away. Now a rotation plan so you don’t end up keeping stuff forever without using it is necessary but 8lbs of butter is not a warning sign of hoarding*
*I hope
Ditto - butter for me too. At one point, generally around the holidays, it isn’t odd to find ten pounds in my freezer (but that’s when I’m making a whole bunch of Christmas cookies and shit.) Same with hot dogs - Ballparks once went on sale for buy one get two free - husband went NUTS on that one! I think we had thirty packages. 
I was very calm yesterday when I was at the useless care, erm, wound care center. 92/52. Any more relaxed I would be in a coma.
Power company was having a bad day, we just got the lights back. Nothing like having 7 UPS’s meeping at you, as they die, one by one…
It’s actually a small 3 bedroom bungalow, with a full unfinished basement and a back sunporch. It’s amazing what you can pack into a little house. 
I hear ya about “whittling down” stuff - I moved 4 times in the 2 years I was in college until I got my last apartment, which I was in for 9 years until it was time to move into my husband’s house. I joke that the thrift shop closest to my apartment should name a section after me because they got 2/3 of my stuff. I’m in the process of purging again - my criteria now is “Does it collect dust? Yes? Does it have extreme sentimental value? No? OUT!!”
PS: buying stuff on sale (eg. butter - it can be frozen?! I didn’t know that! 
) that you’re going to use up is completely normal. Buying a shit ton of food just to stockpile in the basement for a hypothetical apocalypse is not.
A raccoon ran out in front of me last night. I didn’t run over it, but there was definite contact. I couldn’t avoid it, but I still feel awful.
Hey, everyone. Stop it. Stop. Just STOP.
STOP fucking spelling “each other” as though it were one word! “Eachother” is NOT a word!!! :mad:
UPS’s aren’t supposed to die. They’re there to allow you to perform an orderly shutdown of the things you have plugged into them. And then you turn off the UPS.
Its honestly amazing how much stuff one can accumulate without noticing. Especially if you are living alone with closets that you don’t use often. I thought I had kept my home pretty clutter free, but dang, I had so much junk to get rid of when I moved.
Knows the feeling. I was on the highway when a snake crawled on the road. I was able to avoid the snake, but the air blast from my fast moving jeep still threw it writhing and squirming into the air. This was years ago, and I still fell sad and hope that poor snake survived the experience.
Do you see this everyday?
Saturday I was driving along when this yellowish bird flitting back and forth smacked into my windshield and rolled over my car and onto the road, obviously severely injured. First time that has happened to me that I can even remember. The truck about 200 feet behind me moved over and crushed it under it’s wheels.
Yeah, common. It can’t be that common.
(Yes I’ve seen “come on” spelled as “common.”)
I ran over a raccoon once that darted out from some roadside shrubbery. There was fast-moving traffic both behind me & to my side, so there was no safe (for me) way to avoid it and I ran right over the poor thing. I felt terrible … and had to pass its carcass on my way to & from work for a while, just to rub my nose in it.
I’ve never seen this before your post.
OK, that’s just gotta be an auto-correct thing.