My father-in-law is clearly beginning to suffer from dementia. I say “beginning to suffer” not because the symptoms are particularly new, but because he’s now obviously suffering. He regularly becomes convinced he’s in someone else’s house (or in parts of his own house that don’t exist or in his “other” house which also doesn’t exist). He’s convinced that his home health aide is missing, or is a different person, or is more than one person. He’s confused, lonely, and anxious.
It doesn’t help that he’s mostly blind, has significant hearing loss, and has Charles Bonnet syndrome (the visual center of the brain, lacking sufficient input from the eyes, makes whatever sense it can out of what it does get, resulting in crystal clear, completely erroneous “sight”).
My father-in-law is a kind and generous man. He’s funny and intelligent. He was a major force in his field of research. He was a talented musician. He loved reading and listening to music when his body would let him.
Fuck aging. Fuck dementia. Fuck our ability to keep bodies alive long after they’ve ceased to do their job.
The plantar fasciitis in my left foot can just go suck it. When I had it in my right foot about 4 years ago, it took months to go away and it looks like I’m headed down the same path once again. grrr. My 3 day walk at Hadrian’s Wall next week is going to involve a lot of drugs :-/
I don’t know what this sinus/chest thing I have going on is but it can suck the hairs off my lily white ass. I hardly ever get sick and, not only have I been sick twice this year, this thing has been hanging on for over a week. I’ve ruled out bronchitis and pneumonia so all that’s left is tuberculosis.
Only the most mini of minirants, but: Anyone else find Facebook profile videos* to be really annoying and distracting?
*This is where someone, instead of having an ordinary Facebook profile picture, it’s a video instead. Annoying to come across it in my news feed.
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Kimballkid, I hope you get better soon. I had a mysterious chest illness earlier this year and it was scary and depressing, so I hope yours goes away soon.
kimballkid, if it’s the plague that we’ve had at my house, I’m sorry. Be prepared for a long recovery. And entirely too much phlegm. First it’s stuck inside your chest, and then it’s going to exit the body in large quantities. It has not been fun.
Currently playing everyone’s second favorite Mommy game (right after “What’s That Smell,”): “Where Are Your Damned Shoes?!” Half of my life seems to be spent searching for shoes.
I’ve had one of those for the last few days. I thought I had the flu, but the doc-in-a-box said it’s “just” an upper respiratory infection. It’s only “just” because it’s not *your *head, doc.
Didn’t feel like cooking last night, so I put the family in the car and we went out to Chili’s (DON’T JUDGE ME!). It’s not a horrible restaurant, and the food is okay, and even though their menu includes items like guacamole, tacos, enchiladas, and quesadillas, I can accept that they’re not a Mexican restaurant. Still, they do call themselves “Chili’s” So you’d think that at least SOME of the items on their menu would list chilis as an ingredient.
Nope.
Lots and lots of chiles, though.
YOU STUPID SONSABITCHES! “CHILE” IS THE NAME OF A COUNTRY IN SOUTH AMERICA! IT IS NOT THE CORRECT WORD TO NAME THE FRUITS OF VARIOUS BUSHES IN THE CAPSICUM FAMILY! YOUR SALSA DOES NOT CONTAIN JALAPENO TINY-BITS-OF-SOUTH-AMERICAN-COUNTRY AS AN INGREDIENT!
KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF!!!
And I do NOT accept as valid any assertion that it is an acceptable variant spelling in the American Southwest. There’s a word for those who do.
Dear Microsoft people:
If I say I do not want Windows 10
it means,
exactly and politely,
“I do not want Windows 10”.
The still exact but impolite version is
“shove this up your ass”.
Yesterday you installed W10 without my authorization. I said (and I guess this is what you wanted) “let’s see if it’s true that I can get this thing without the nag”; set it to “Cortana off”, “P2P off”, “do not even THINK of touching my file associations you asshole” etc. etc. Within a few minutes Cortana was trying to “help! me!” I searched for the instructions on removing W10; menus and instructions didn’t match (yes I realize that having your multiple localisation teams talk to each other is too much of a hassle, have I already told you to lick my sweaty feet?) but I eventually found the right button and clicked it.
Since this time I did not have a password (unlike 1 year ago, when I had to take the computer to an IT guy for a blank setup), the computer returned to normalcy without much of a hitch.
And then this morning it was saying “I’m going to update to W10 next time you reboot! Do you want to do it now?”
KISS MY ASS. Please. Kiss it so deeply you find my by-now-fully-rotten tonsils. This is not a romcom and I’m not Meg Ryan, go stalk the whore who bore you if you know who she was!
I’m the only Mommy in my house, and I think I’m vying for third place in the favorite mommy competition this week. I’ll be okay if I take first runner up.
Meanwhile, my husband is mad, because I pointed out the inconsistencies between “I can’t even get my own washcloth out of the closet right there, please come wait on me,” and “oh, sure, I can go to my club meeting and visit with my friends.” Can’t come to the table to eat supper, or go to an office to drop off paperwork. Please wait on me hand and foot and feel sorry for me.
Meanwhile, my oldest friend is playing some stupid game of his own. I have been at least half in love with him since 1984. And every time I convince myself he isn’t serious and isn’t worth my time? He understands my Nikola Tesla joke. Damn his eyes.
I won’t cheat. But there’s a little horrible part of me who wonders what it would be like to have a partner instead of being a servant.
Sue the little SOB (or his parents) in Civil Court. Your damages are probably small enough that you can do this in Small Claims Court, without needing a lawyer or anything.
Yes, your guy was in very much need of intensive care in the recent past. But that’s kinda done at this point, isn’t it? Chronic pain sucks, yes, and bad enough not to be able to go back to work, absolutely, but I’m sure if you weren’t home he’d figure it out. My dad ended up on permanent disability from a car crash, and Mom did more nursing than she should have, but she drew a line after a couple years and he dealt with it fine after that. Deals with it fine. Still has debilitating pain days, but self sufficient. Because she makes him. Tough love?
My husband has little to no capacity for witnessing any kind of intense emotion. His family is the same way because, god forbid MUST MAINTAIN APPEARANCES.
Whereas I grew up in a loud, emotional household where people expressed strong opinions and strong emotions. Angry at someone, instance? TELL THEM RIGHT THEN AND THERE. Sad? CRY. You get the idea.
There’s a current local news story right now which has been triggering me in the THANK GOD I DON’T OWN A GUN kind of way. Every time there’s mention of it it takes all my resolve not to jump from my seat and scream/spit.
It just happened, with my husband walking through the room at the time. When I gave him the brief synopsis, he just shrugged and kept on walking. Because you know I CAN’T DEAL WITH ANYTHING LIKE THIS BECAUSE LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A FAIRY TALE.
God, I wish everyone in my family was still alive. We’d be waking up the neighborhood hashing everything out right now.
I have my own chronic pain issues. I was on every single pain med I had available yesterday and still ended up working a 9.5 hour day because my co-worker had to stay home and tend to his sick wife and kids. Not one point did I say or think anything negative about him - he’s doing the right thing. And I did the right thing by covering for him.
Thankfully I was working from home. Signed off, walked three feet to a different chair, sat down and almost instantly fell asleep for 3 hours.
Thanks to a Amazon inventory labeling screw-up, I’ll be going on vacation without a new telephoto lens. :mad:
Amazon somehow managed to put bar code labels for Tamron 16-300 lenses for **Nikon **on a bunch of Tamron 16-300 for **Canon **boxes. They sent me the wrong lens twice–and now it’s too late to get the right kind shipped before I leave. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to find something else to spend that $500 on. :rolleyes: