I thought I was done with this thread for today but then I went to the next tab in my browser.
This graphicis relevant to the stank-bomb cologne discussion.
I can work with whatever you need. 
If one of them is a steroid, prepare for a roller coaster ride with your blood sugar.
My latest June gripe: Why, oh why, am I having to run the heat of the 4th of June? Are the glaciers not in rapid retreat? Polar bears doing the backstroke?
All the while I’m sitting here, wearing layers, with the heat on. Hey Al–check your pool, I think the pilot light went out!
Awesome! Saved, printed, and pinned to the outside front wall of my cubicle. Thank you very much.
*By the way, do you remember the ditty about Cantamounts in Poul Anderson’s No Truce With Kings?
It most definitely is illegal in Los Angeles, where street cleaning is a Big Deal.
Yes, I have a steroid. Crap. I won’t take it until tomarrow if my Nurse okays it. I spend a bunch of time keeping my sugar level. I ain’t gonna screw it up for no value.
Thx, for the heads up.
Unfortunately, no, I couldn’t. There was a considerable amount of traffic rush. By the time I realized he was just running off, there was no way I could have gotten up to him.
On one hand, it reduces swelling, on the other it causes weight gain out the rear, on the gripping hand, don’t panic if you run 300 for a few days, they seldom give you the pills for more than two weeks, with any luck.
Did they warn you about possible mood swings? Think PMS on steroids, because well, it IS…
Lousy couple of weeks gets worse. Health problems galore for the family.
Mrs Iggy has sudden change in vision. No money to go to doc to get it checked.
Lost 22 yo son of family friend to cancer this week. At least we saw that coming.
Cousin’s husband shot and killed in front of his young son a few days ago.
Mrs Iggy’s uncle in hospital with strangulated hernia.
Woke up to find laptop will not stay powered on. Seems kinda minor in grand scheme but hard to do job search without.
And time has come to run out of pain meds. Just peachy.
<<<Hugs>>>
That’s a lot to deal with. Hope you get some pain meds soon.
I sat down to watch the video footage I took at Sunday’s auto cross event with my new car camera.
I assumed the camera came with a memory card installed and was told it was also wireless. Nope, it’s neither, so I didn’t record a dang thing. I bought it hastily at Best Buy from a surly salesdog who gave me wrong info. Now it shall return to Best Buy.
I just ordered a camera with wireless connectivity so I can stream to and save on my phone – who wants to mess around with a card in the Year of Our Lord 2018?
My Nurse said to take them. Just keep a watch on my sugar and adjust my eating and insulin as needed. So I will. Xray went ok. Havent heard back from the doctor. I dont expect it to be anything. I feel better. So I have hope this is just a one-time thing. Crossed fingers.
I hate divorce politics. My son is friends with this kid whose parents divorced. Both perfectly nice/ok people. The wife invites my 12 year old son to walk home with their kid every day from summer school. Cool! Now he’s not going to be hanging out all by himself every day after summer school! So I say, that’s great - yes!
Complication: the boys are walking to the dad’s house, NOT the wife’s house. She doesn’t live there. She said it was fine, she’d warned the dad, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that she probably didn’t. I emailed the guy Sunday under the auspices of giving him my cell so he wouldn’t wonder why the hell my son was there, then texted him saying, “Hey, kick my kid out if this is a pain in the ass. He can walk to our house and since I couldn’t corner you to talk to you about this (and should have), feel free.”
Luckily or not, I’m going to bump into him tonight at a neighborhood event. I wish I could hide. I’m just going to tell my kid to hang out with his friend for a bit, then walk home so he’s there when I get home. This is ridiculous. I want him to hang out with his friends, but - fuck me sideways- I don’t even like the dad, and I’m relatively certain the feeling is mutual. The last thing I want is for my son to be foisted on the guy, no matter what I think of him, but especially because we tolerate each other more than anything else. I don’t want to get in the middle of this shit.
I should’ve just said no and that my kid would walk his own damn self back home.
You “tolerate him more than anything else.” Does this mean, as I suspect, that you tolerate him more than consider him a friend? Does this also hold true for the kid’s mom?
Yes, tolerate more than consider him a friend. But our kids have been close since they were in kindergarten, so we’ve run in the same circles for years. There’s no active animosity between us, but we’re such polar opposites we chat for a few minutes when we see each other and instantly retreat to our corners.
The whole situation is very sticky, and even if we shared the same values, I wouldn’t want to impose my kid on him, particularly if he didn’t have a say. Unfortunately, I’m close acquaintances with his wife, so if I question her decision, I take a hit to that relationship. But if I don’t make sure this is ok with him, I’m an asshole.
Evaluating the two choices, I choose not to be an asshole. Even if the mom gets pissed at me, I’ll be able to sleep at night. When it all boils down to it, I like to make decisions I don’t have to re-think over and over. This one I’ll rethink for a long time (I’m obsessive like that), so it’s just not worth it.
Has he responded, at all, to your messages?
Yep, we worked something out. I get the impression he kind of sort of knew but not enough to figure out details. He said he appreciated me contacting him and wanted his son to have company. I tried to say I’d have my son just go home but he seemed to want him to hang out just days. I think we’re ok. I’m glad I texted because his ex was at this shin dig so he didn’t show up other than to drop his kid.
His kid needs friends and company in the wake of the divorce. I’m glad the father is supportive of that.
<<Iggy>>
That’s rough.
In my world, my ankle is okay. My foot swelling has gone down and it’s lovely shades of purple and yellowing but my ankle is still swollen and hurts when I bump it or twist wrong. Stairs are a little easier now.
Now I am also coughing up a lung, it seems I caught whatever cold my son had before it turned into pneumonia so I’m drugging up and doing whatever I can stave off it turning worse. Ugh, one thing after another.