As mentioned a few posts back, my mother has been in the hospital for a couple of weeks. She’s got an intestinal infection (the reason for the hospitalization); also, a CAT showed several spots in her liver that look suspiciously like metasthatic cancer. Triage is, first get her gut cleaned, then decide if her diverticle gets taken out or not, biopsy, etc. etc.
Last weekend she was allowed to start drinking some water and juices; she’s back on no-drinking as she had developed a fever again. She isn’t expected to be well enough to get released for Easter, but they’ve requested hospital-at-home for her (similar to what WhyNot does, with actual hospital monitors on telemetry, any special beds or whatever on loan from the hospital etc.) and that may be set up in time for Easter. Her surgeon is an old friend of mine who wanted to be a surgeon since… let’s see, I met her when she was in 5th grade and she was looking forward to running animal autopsies as part of our HS Science requirements… I think I know about everybody in the medical team, she’s in good hands.
Grandma’s reaction upon being told the news that her eldest is in the hospital: “oh, so when is she coming to visit then?” No, that’s not dementia; sadly, it’s Grandma being Grandma.
If you can’t back a minivan out of a parking space at Trader Joe’s in less time than it took Magellan to get to Guam, you shouldn’t be driving one. Get someone else to drive or get a smaller car! Or just shop for groceries online. I don’t care, I just don’t want to wait for you while my toddler is getting closer to melting down every second.
Caffeine restrictions in pregnancy SUCK!!! How the hell am I supposed to deal with pregnancy exhaustion, taking care of a 2.5 year old, and working full time on 200 mg of caffeine or less per day? I want a cup of very strong coffee the size of Lake Baikal, and I want it NOW!
On that subject, take the soda machine on my floor at work. Please, before I do something to it that I’ll get in trouble for. It ALLEGEDLY takes credit cards, but most of the time it actually doesn’t. Then I have to take the elevator down to the lobby to get my soda there. What IS this? Are we supposed to live like ANIMALS? I’m drinking soda instead of coffee as my source of caffeine, because I know exactly how much is in soda (coffee is more variable), and it lets me spread the caffeine out through the day so I’m not falling asleep at my desk by afternoon.
Doug, I took lorene’s “that’s ridiculous” post as basically self-diagnosing that it’s not SAD, rather full-blown “real” depression that’s not situational OR seasonally dependent, but I may have misunderstood.
… and it struck ME as funny that I wandered in here to bitch and got not one, not two, but at least three - if not more - helpful responses with concrete advice.
I’d rather eat a live tarantula. A friend is seriously considering it and I am fully behind her. The board pissed a lot of us off last night and that is not good. They are apparently going to fire a highly effective local principal who I happen to adore personally. She helped stamp out an incident of bullying against my eldest nearly as soon as it happened then helped us get her into the gifted program. She’s kind, smart, highly competent and very caring. The kids love her. The board is elected. They can be un-elected very easily in my local small district.
Can you invest in a mini-ice chest or other item and bring your own cans or bottles of soda to work with you? IME, sodas from vending machines cost 2-3 times as much as what you can get in the supermarket and bring in from home. Depending on how much longer you have before you deliver, it might pay for itself.
Jesus Tittyfucking Christ! I realize getting your molars out hurts like a bitch! I get that it’s probably not going away right away! But for the love of whatever sadistic bastard is up there, when will this end?! I have been in constant pain for the last week, and it has been getting worse and worse, to the point where I’m actually worried something is seriously wrong! And of course, my prescription for Ibuprophen just ran out. And it’s the weekend, so the dentists are definitely not working, and neither are the doctors or the pharmacies.
On the plus side, if you hate me, feel free to have a hearty laugh at me looking forward to a Sunday of pure, unmitigated agony. Maybe driving steak knives into my thighs will make me forget my teeth hurt so goddamn much.
Fucking jury duty. First time in 67 years. I’m sure they won’t have any sympathy with the fact that I can’t sit for longer than about an hour and a half without having back and leg pain; less, if the chairs are uncomfortable.
Or you could calm down, use your brain (or Google), and realize that ibuprofen is an OTC med, go buy a big bottle, and use that. I’ve been informed by doctors that it’s safe to use 2x label dosage in some situations, and I’d say this one qualifies.
My mother’s dental implants have fallen out. She’s 86, she can’t handle a lot of surgery, though she’s in good health, but Medicare won’t cover it, her insurance won’t cover it, and it may run $12,000.
As someone who gets called for jury duty on a regular basis, I can tell you that asking if you are going to be able to SIT through it is a common question. I think you will be OK if you get to the jury selection part of the process. You can stand at the back of the room for the movie and intro talk.
Totally agrees with this. A friend had it happen and holy cow, he was in so much pain.
I has a sad face now. I know that this is minor, but Lucky the cat just hasn’t seemed to be right. He gets lost/stuck. He gets distracted and forgets that he was eating his gooshy food or that he was drinking water. He still pees and poops and purrs and plays with his buddies, so hubby thinks that he’s OK. I took him (cat, not hubby) to the vet today and told her what was going on. I also mentioned that he seems to sleep well, but wanders around and yowls in the evening. She thinks that he is much older than I thought and that he’s senile. When we got home, I looked sundowners up and yeah, that’s just what he’s doing.
As long as he’s doing OK, I’ll be happy, but it just makes me sad to know that I’m going to lose a good furry friend much sooner than I had hoped. At least I know now. Still sad.
Hey, Seanette, don’t look, but BPC already said the pharmacies are closed.
BPC, I had a wisdom tooth out recently and the pain wasn’t more than a “nag”. I did take ibuprophen but the pain wasn’t anywhere near the high end of the pain scale; for comparison, recently I needed an emergency root canal and the pain before was making me hurt from below the elbow on that side to the opposite ear, with a large area in what I’d call “excruciating pain” - I wasn’t screaming because that would have made it worse. The ER may or may not be able to do something about the cause of the pain, but they should be able to give you ibuprophen for it. For all we know you might actually have an infection; my dentist warned one was possible and what to do for the first few hours in order to avoid it, but that even so I could have one and to walk very quickly back to him if he was open or to the nearest ER if he was not.
I has a sad face on your behalf, flatlined. If this helps, you were at least able to make his name be true for a few years. Willingly buying him some happiness at the cost of your own inevitable heartache makes you an extremely special person, and I’m proud to know you (even if only virtually). Here’s hoping both of you fully enjoy all the time you have remaining.
Hey, Nava, don’t look, but ibuprofen is available at grocery stores and gas stations in the US, if BPC can’t find a 24-hour pharmacy, WalMart or similar with a pharmacy section, etc.
On the bright side: my landlady had a big box of 'em, and was able to help me, so yay slightly less excruciating pain.