Boo, but maybe the massage action of applying the cream will make his knee feel better temporarily, flatlined. (Has the doctor tried or recommended hyaluronic acid injections? The shots aren’t fun, and the improvement is temporary, but Tony got a few months’ relief from that before he had replacement surgery.) Meanwhile, if it tips the balance for Bill: Tony highly recommends replacement surgery. The difference for him was nigh-miraculous, allowing him to live his life, play with the kids, and do his job. And, he said that he woke up from surgery in less pain than when he had the night before, even considering the trauma from the surgery itself. By this point, Tony is desperately tired of surgeries, physical therapy, etc., but he says that he has zero regrets about having the new knee, and will happily have his other one done when that time comes.
Re: above, potty training. Daughter just turned three, doesn’t give a shit. So to speak. Especially since I just had her little brother a month ago. Went #2 in the middle of the night the other evening and now has a bad rash, poor thing, and that hasn’t happened in 2 years! She is a big girl and has been in “pull-ups” forever and a day. They don’t make big diapers anymore.
Said little brother nurses around the clock and my nipples are falling off. Hubby is stressed at work, I listen to his 2 hour rants about it, but complains I’m not doing much at home. Hello, I have taken the newborn on the toilet with me so sweet 3 year old doesn’t kill him, get off my back please…Complains if I try to talk “home business” when he is trying to relax AFTER he’s “relaxed” at the neighborhood bar; eh, don’t want to get into this right now.
My dear grandfather died in May two days before I had the baby, we traveled AMA to see him, and now my grandmother is in the hospital with stage 4 lymphoma. They were more like parents to me. I can’t even afford the time/energy/whatever to mourn. This…is very unsettling to me.
I am unwell.
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There’s a lot more, like I’m feeling pressured by hubby for the need to stimulate my older 2 children for the summer who want to do nothing but text and play video games, but this will do for a first post. I did get 13 y.o. son into art camp, hurrah.
Yay summer. I just want to crawl into a cave. ALONE.
Oh holy crap, the more stories like this I read, the more I realize that we got off reeeeeeally easy with the potty training.
I tried to train her using various methods starting at 2 years and ending at 3 years 1 month. On that day, my husband threw away all the diapers and pull-ups, and told her she had to hack it with panties.
She had two accidents that morning, and has been fine ever since.
I’d been tearing my hair out beforehand, thinking she’d go to kindergarten in diapers, and then POOF the problem went away.
As I say, we were so, so lucky.
I fucking despise the new Google Maps. The old google maps, if you zoomed in, showed you all the bus routes. It was very useful. The new Google Maps does nothing of the sort. And it’s too fucking slow.
New Google Maps, go **** yourself in the *** with a ****** *******.
Awwwww. Now I want to know what EmilyG censored out! Also, am I the only one picturing a baby with a newspaper duct-taped onto their bottom?
Apparently my mother now thinks her mother is dying and apparently she has decided that is a bad thing. She’s in “if I don’t tell anybody about it, it won’t have happened” mode. Problem is, she’s the official switchboard between her sister and niece (the two people who see Grandma more often) and my brothers and me. I’m officially living in the same town as Grandma, but I also happen to be working abroad, which means I’ll only be seeing her about once every two weeks.
If I hadn’t gone to visit Grandma today I wouldn’t have found out that she had an accident last Thursday night and got taken to the hospital, where they did an auto-skin-graft on the back of her shin, and is now on bedrest for a few days, followed by a few weeks of going around in a wheelchair.
This is following a shiner Grandma got by falling off a chair (today that eye was rainbow-colored), and about which I heard thanks to having happened to call Mom when my aunt was with her: Aunt told me about the black eye and sent me a photo of “Grandma looking like she has an eyepatch”.
I know there are families out there that communicate. Mine sucks at it - it’s not that we don’t talk, it’s that most of the time we’re talking past each other or refusing to provide the information required.
Remember last month when I was complaining about slugs eating my marigolds and jalapeños and someone suggested that I put out a dish of beer for those vile little gastropods to drown themselves in?
That works. Also slugs seem to like Labatt Blue as well as Coors.
Sending some hugs your way today purple, and no you’re not the only one picturing that. My ex had a much younger half-sister who wasn’t potty trained until she was five due to some physical handicaps. It was hard to find diapers to fit the kid, and pull-ups weren’t really around at that time. Ex-MIL resorted to tying a towel around the kid on at least one occasion that I knew of.
Purplehorseshoe, my thoughts are with you today. Blessings to you.
I’d be more than happy to massage any sort of cream onto his knee on an hourly basis if it would help. If Bill says the homeopathic cream is helping, I will think its the massage as well as the placebo effect. That’s just fine with me, the mind is a powerful thing. I know that homeopathic remedies are too diluted to hurt him, but its still just OMG!:smack::smack::smack:
I don’t know exactly what sort of shots Bill has gotten, but I do know he has and they haven’t really helped much. His knees are worn out, his doctor recommended a knee replacement before his bypass surgery. I think that’s part of why he complained every time I made him get up and walk after surgery.
My beloved butthead is almost as stubborn and hard-headed as I am. The first time he falls because his knee gives out will mean he’d better have really enjoyed his last blowjob because he won’t get another one until he has his knee replaced. Gawd, I can be such a bitch sometimes.
More hugs for purplehorseshoe. I know this probably won’t be a good day for you, so I’m sending wishes that you get through it without too much pain.
{{{purplehorseshoe}}} I hope you had a good day.
I’ve been cleaning the tops of my kitchen cabinets and my collection of decorative tins that live there. It wouldn’t be so bad, but I’ve put it off for too long and now it’s a real nasty job. Blecch. 
When I travel for work it’s no big thing. I have a small bag in my car with a change of clothes and basic toiletries and I just hit the road without any thought.
Tomorrow I’m leaving with the family for one night. I have moved cross country with less stuff.
Our portable dishwasher decided on Friday that it no longer feels like pumping water out the drain hose. The problem is evidently either in the control module, or the solenoid that opens the drain valve (because I don’t hear the solenoid actuating). Both possibilities are pretty much beyond my ability to repair, though, and the cost for a service call would be prohibitive.
And, unlike the last time this happened, the Recycler doesn’t show anyone within 100 miles wanting to sell one second-hand.
AND WHY DOES THIS KIND OF FAILURE HAVE TO OCCUR WHEN THE TUB IS FILLED WITH WATER TO A LEVEL ABOVE THE DOOR HINGE???
I got everything bailed and mopped out all the way to the pump, though (albeit at a high cost to my back and knees), so now I have a large dish drainer/food prep island that’s NOT filled with standing water. Which is something, I guess. For now.
^^ quite the location/time stamp there, dude. Sorry about your plumbing woes, now go take a damn nap.
Double-posting just to say thank you for the second part AND for the first part, because you made me laugh very hard and I needed that.
You have my sincere sympathy. In my experience, when appliances break, its always at the worse possible time and in the worse possible way.
I’m so glad I could make you laugh. I hope you noticed that I am not stupid enough to say that I’d totally stop all sex. That would hurt both of us, and I really do love him.
I think we have another cat. Actually, a kitten. I really don’t want a kitten. They are as cute as can be, but such a pain to live with.
For some reason, Steve the house feral has fallen in love with one of our foster kittens. I used to worry about him and kittens because he’s feral and sometimes male cats kill kittens. He tended to ignore them, but he just lurves this kitten. He carries her around and grooms her and protects her from the other cats and our dog. Not that they would hurt her, she doesn’t need protecting, but he still hisses at them if they get too close.
Steve is fixed and the 8 week old kitten is fixed, so I know that’s not why he’s so fixated on her.
I was hoping she would get adopted yesterday, but she didn’t. I don’t know why, she’s a very sweet and cuddly cat. Bill reported that Steve spent the entire time she was gone looking for her. When I got home and took her upstairs, Steve followed me and got close enough for me to touch in his hurry to get to her.
So, now we are going to adopt a flipping kitten for our feral cat. :smack:
strange double post, sorry.
You got a kitten for your cat? LOL
You know you truly are animal people when you start adopting pets for your pets. 
We have the list narrowed down to two houses. It’s driving me out of my mind trying to decide - the houses are quite different from each other, but by all the metrics we’re using, they come out virtually identical. One is done up nicely, but the other has huge potential if we do a bunch of lipstick-and-rouge renovations (which is no problem), and we like to try to buy a house for its potential. They both tick nearly all of our “must have” boxes, and they both have a bunch of nice extras. They both are almost identical for price per square foot. When I decide on one, I think I’d really like to live there. Then I decide on the other one, and I think I’d really like to live there, too! It’s driving me mental!
I’d be much happier about the whole “adopting a cat for our cat” thing if it wasn’t a kitten. I mean, I like kittens, I really do. I usually have a litter or 2 in the rescue room and its so much fun to sit in a playpen with a bunch of kittens crawling all over me, but they really are a pain to live with. At least with rescue, I get to suck the cute out of them and then they go away.
I’m honestly amazed that Steve’s kitten knows how to walk or groom herself. I think he’d nurse her if he had working teats.
Back when I was buying my last house, I found 2 that were perfect and went through the same thing. While I’m sure that you already know to do this, go there at night and sit in front of the house for a while. Listen and watch to see what goes on after working hours. Walk the routes you will be taking to the stores and compare those experiences.
Picking a home is hard.