Damn insomnia. Damn house literally falling apart, causing my brain to go into overdrive trying to figure out where I can find money to fix the problems. Damn body, perpetually sick, unable to fix the crap myself.
Last night was my turn to sleep so I feel decent today. My child is 3 and is up 4-5 times a night crying.
He’s afraid of the smoke detectors. They’re very loud. A couple weeks ago we had a lightning strike about 40 ft from our house that set of the smoke detectors. He’s not dealing with the trauma well.
Tomorrow we go to the doctor to make sure all is well physically. I’m wondering if she can prescribe some of the drugs that Michael Jackson was taking to sleep!
You know, usually the problem is someone NOT using their turn signals.
Tonight, it was someone using their turn signal too early. As in an ambulance was signalling for a right turn as it approached an intersection, so naturally I thought it was turning right, and as I was also turning right, onto the road I thought it was turning off of, I turned.
Only to hear the damn thing blow its siren at me. He wasn’t turning right, right there. He was using a different entrance to the hospital.
Asshole. Don’t indicate you’re turning *before *you get to an intersection if the turn you’re making isn’t until *after *the intersection.
Last night, my daughter came home from work around midnight, ate some dinner, took her shower, and prepared for bed. I managed to sleep through that (Tuesday is one of the two nights per week that I get to sleep at night).
At a quarter to two, she woke me up in a panic. Something was stuck in her left eye, underneath the upper lid. She had been trying to flush it out with eye drops for half an hour, with no luck. I looked at it, and saw an item of some sort. I couldn’t SWEAR that it was mucus, but it was stuck in there pretty good. A moist cotton swab didn’t do any good, I told her to try to get some sleep, and that her body would probably expel it by morning.
But she was still panicky, so I asked her (again) if she wanted to go the the ER. “Kind of,” she said. Now, there are at least three hospitals within a fifteen-minute drive that have all-night ERs. I also knew that a problem such as hers wasn’t likely to take precedence over a kid with a broken arm or a baby with stridor at 2 in the morning, so I would be well-advised to call ahead and find out which triage nurse had the shortest line.
“We don’t give out that information over the phone” was the answer I got at the first (and closest) ER I called. AAARRRGGGHHH! Dammit, I know you’re not a Denny’s, but I’m hopeful that if we get this dealt with quickly, I can get some sleep tonight!
Fortunately for all of us, she had kept working the problem while I was on the phone, and she finally got it out. It was a clump of mucus with some mascara blended in.
I still wasn’t able to get to sleep before 3. AND I had a doctor appointment of my own to get to in the morning.
Kayla, you have GOT to resist rubbing your eyes when you haven’t removed your makeup.
And local hospitals, GET IT TOGETHER! It shouldn’t be impossible for a patient to arrange for the shortest wait possible in triage!
POed at CVS. Since when is $28.79 for a one-month supply of a generic drug that was $6 last month at the same physical location (was Target then) anything remotely resembling “value price” for a patient paying out-of-pocket?
Walgreens can sell the same damn thing, in the same quantity, for $5.
Aaaaand, turns out a great way to meet more Board members is to have the basement flood.
Before all this, only the Board President knew me. Now I’ve met five, including the construction guy I should have known 6 months ago. Had a good talk with him tonight. Things are looking up.
Now to pump the basement out… Oh yeah, that won’t be me!
Also. It’s difficult to concentrate and be productive at a desk job when your feet are freezing cold and wet.
Faringitis. Bleagh!
Has anyone else bitched about the weather yet? We have had 6 T-ball games so far and 7 of them have been rescheduled. We literally had to cancel more times than we have actually played because our make-up days kept getting rained out.
I’m feeling very wearing of people automatically assuming kids will be “going off to college” the next fall after graduation and reacting to the news that they are not with a mixture of thinly veiled disdain or pity. As if spending tons of money you don’t have and sending a 17 year old away from home when he doesn’t want to go is the only legitimate choice.
“He’s not going away? You have to let him grow up sometime.”
“Oh, I thought he did really well in school.”
“Oh, well, I guess community college is Ok.”
He will grow up, but he doesn’t have to do it this year, or in the way you think he should. I know plenty of kids who go away to college, but don’t bother to “grow up”.
He did pretty darn well in school, what does that have to do with anything?
Community college is great…and cheap. I could literally pay cash for the next two years worth of tuition right now. $800/semester vs. whatever you are taking out loans for? More than $8000/semester?
Plus, there are many legitimate career paths that do not include college at all. They pay good money and are absolutely necessary.
So just everyone shut up about my son’s choices.
Better Ferengis than Romulans.
My buddy fixed my lawn mower - Yeah!
I was obligated to use it and mow the lawn - Boo!
The yard looks fantastic! - Yeah!
My back and my right kidney hurt so much - Boo!
(((MissTake)))
I’m glad your yard looks great. I’m sorry that you are in pain.
My BB agreed that we should have the wall to wall carpet ripped out of our bedroom and one of the guest rooms. Wanting to be helpful (and to be sure that it happens soon), I took a box cutter to the carpet in our bedroom. I sure wish I hadn’t done that. I knew that it was going to be icky, I didn’t know just how totally icky it really was.
We are moving upstairs away from all of the cooties until the carpets and pads are gone.
Everyone acts like I’m crazy when I gather up the metric shitload of shoes scattered around our house and demand they be put away because I don’t want to trip and fall and get injured.
[spoiler]But here I sit with a torn rotator cuff after tripping on a shoe.
[spoiler]On unpaid FMLA for at least a month.
[spoiler]Almost $1000 out of pocket for medical care so far with a MRI, PT, maybe even surgery still to come.
Just in time for the Mrs to stop bringing home paychecks for summer break.[/spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]
That sucks, Emtar.
Man, with all the spoiler boxes I was totally expecting that to end with it being your shoe. Sorry about the cuff.
Dear Family,
I love you all. I truly do. But…if you have a cold and you don’t take medication to alleviate symptoms, don’t expect my sympathy. If you have recurring headaches and you insist on spending ten hours a day with your laptop 12 inches from your face, don’t expect my sympathy. If you’ve been suffering from sleeplessness and don’t get fresh air and exercise or drink sleepy time tea or take valerian or do yoga or ffs don’t do anything at all, don’t expect my sympathy. If you’re cold and are wearing a tank top and shorts, don’t turn up the heat…put some fucking clothes on…and don’t expect my sympathy.
In short, hubby, you’re a grown up. Darling daughter. You turned 18 5 days ago. You too are a grown up now. You have a cold. Not the bubonic plague. Get a bloody grip already!
Signed,
All Out of Sympathy
Heheh. Give it time. I had one of those too.
She spent her growing up winters in shorts and a tank top bitching about how cold it was in our house. She’s out on her own now, has been for a number of years, and her house is fucking FREEZING. Seriously, she keeps the thermostat at 65 during the day and 55 at night or when she’s not home. Even the cat is miserable. I bring extra sweaters, woolly socks and a blanket when I visit. She makes more money then we ever did when she was a kid. :rolleyes:
But I sound like a Borg with a broken voicebox, man…
When the last client of my shift ends up being a manic personality disorder bitch, and what should have taken 15 minutes drags on for 90. That douche drinker better hope she doesn’t run into me without my uniform on, 'cause I will cut her.