Went to Home Depot to pick up an order placed online, then to my doctor’s office for labwork (telemedicine can only do so much…). While I saw people at Home Depot without masks at all, guess where I saw one being worn improperly? Yep, one of the phlebotomists. Not the one who drew my blood, but the one who had me take care of paperwork afterward. While she was telling me about her weekend job at a nearby hospital (100 new cases over the weekend), I glanced up - and saw that her mouth was covered but not her nose.
A friend who lives in the midwest - but whose family owns a condo in Florida - was crowing on Facebook about their making a last-minute decision to go to Florida for a few days. And when someone said “Ooh - you’re near? how long?” and the reply was “til such-and-such - we should get together!”. :smack:
Another friend posted on FB about " a COVID like illness running through a nursing home near Detrick last July/August." (Detrick = Fort Detrick, where the US Army has been doing bioweapons and biodefense research for decades). She “can’t find the article” where the link between the nursing home and Fort Detrick is mentioned, of course. She did post a link to an article about the nursing home - which is actually quite near me, in Virginia, and a solid 60 miles away. While it’s not impossible that someone from Detrick might have a relative at the retirement home, it strikes me as quite unlikely.
I’ve lost a considerable amount of respect for #3. She’s a staunch right-winger. In a discussion a few weeks back on Facebook where someone asked “please, my conservative friends, can you please recognize there are some problems with leadership” and she asked for cites.
We provided quite a few.
So her very intelligent response to that? “You Democrats would go wild trying to save one old person but you’ll kill babies all day long”. Sadly, I’ve run into that kind of utterly baffling and unrelated response from people several times, when they can’t refute pure facts.
Hah!! We had this same problem at a hotel a couple months ago. My first thought was that it was to make the shower stall wheelchair friendly - but my husband pointed out the long metal lip that extended from where the glass wall stopped. There was always a huge puddle on the floor. I can see the argument for a true “wet room” (I think that’s the term) but this particular one was very badly implemented.
At another hotel, I had to have a staffer come in to show me how it worked. We’d been given a handicapped-accessible room (all they had) and the controls were so convoluted nobody could figure it out. I don’t remember what the procedure turned out to be but it was NOT obvious.
My #1 pet peeve, every damn time I go to Europe. Do they really want water all over the floor? Do they really want me to leave big towels on the floor to soak up all the water? I honestly don’t see the sense in that.
When I stay at the Army base hotel in Seoul, I have the same issue. It makes no sense to me. What I do is use one of the extra towels to dam the gap at the bottom of the door. And every time when I checkout, I complete the little comment card mentioning the issue.
I made a cake last Sunday, using a recipe that I’ve used several times before, and following it to the letter…but for some reason the cake just didn’t cook all the way through. I mean, we’re eating it, because cake, and the frosting is good. But it’s full of dense soggy spots. I just don’t know what I did wrong.
I need to gripe about the quality of my spam e-mails.
I used to get all this nifty stuff, like from people wanting to share a massive sum of illicitly-obtained money with me, or love notes from “Mrs. Wilma Grunfeld”. Now the headers on my spam folder e-mail are all things like “Does SARS-CoV-2 cause Kawasaki disease?” and “Teratoma Not A Prognostic Factor In Metastatic Testicular Germ Cell Tumors”.
About two years ago I started having shortness of breath and exhaustion, and on my doctor’s advice when to the ER. Blood tests showed that my iron levels were so low that they immediately started giving me blood and iron infusions, and scheduled my for upper and lower GI exams to check for bleeding. It turned out that I had stomach bleeding (but not an ulcer) which was why my iron levels were so low. They had cauterized the bleeders and scheduled me for a follow-up endoscopy to make sure they caught everything, and put me on iron pills. Over the next year I underwent several endoscopies and infusions but since last July, when I had my last infusion, I had been doing fine; tests showed that my iron levels were fine although I was told to keep taking the iron pills “just in case”.
Then at the end of March my symptoms returned, and after a test verified that my iron levels were low again and my doctor had me come in and get two units of blood. Last week I started feeling bad again, and my doctor had me come n for a blood test Friday morning. I get home and he calls me to tell me to go to the hospital, where they will be giving me another two units of red blood cells. He’s also going to consult with my specialist to see if it might be a good idea to do another endoscopy, and possibly set me up with a straight iron infusion. However, these will both probably wait until after the covid-19 situation has eased up.
Nope. Yesterday I get a call from the hospital to schedule an endoscopy. I also need to go in the day before the endoscopy for a covid-19 test.
Am I wrong, really want to know. I texted pastors wife and said a business messaged me saying they were taking applications, to pick up paper one. I told her to pray I could find a ride there(cant walk into food places til the 21st). She said why didn’t I just come out and ask her. She said it was pushy and offensive to hint around. Pastor called and explained for 45 minutes that I’m the only one who doesn’t ask directly and everyone finds that offensive. Sigh.
I wouldn’t even try to be friends with people like these two. This is just too negative and manipulative… and probably half of what they say is untrue as well (everyone does not find you offensive).
OMG, that sounds exactly like the bathroom at the hotel where we stayed for a family wedding last summer. Talke the shower, walk through a puddle to the other side where you left your clothes. End up taking clothes into the room itself so you can dry off and change. Which kind of defeats the entire purpose :eyeroll:
After my post I realized it gets worse - there is no surface on which to put anything in the shower, and no place to hang a towel. Have to put soap and stuff on the floor. Unbelievable.
Why did you listen to him for 45 minutes? I’d have hung up on him in the first minute. You don’t owe him anything beyond the barest minimum amount of courtesy. He called you, you didn’t call him. I would find a different church where the pastor isn’t as judgmental.
I plan to. There have been other red flags I’ve not mentioned. He’s preached many a time about how no one is born gay and it’s a sin, etc. It was so nice at first. Always look for red flags, I overlooked them with my ex.
My take on the old saying is: *I love wearing my rose-colored glasses, but I have to remember that when I do, red flags just look like “Ooh, fun! Flags!”
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My BIL is a fucking nutjob and this pandemic has brought out the very worst in him. Only he’s not going the direction of “freedom or die,” he’s more along the lines of, “breathing outside air means certain death.”
As a result, neither he nor my nephews have left the house. Since March 10th. It’s almost been two fucking months. And when I say “left the house,” I mean, “walked into the back yard” or “went on a walk.” My sister is miserable. She has to go through a “decontamination zone” whenever she goes to the grocery. Before she goes to the grocery, there is an hour-long discussion of her “strategy.” When she returns, she secretly washes the bleach solutions he sprays directly onto the vegetables.
I don’t get it. If I were in the same situation I would probably have separated at the very least. Unfortunately my BIL isn’t working. He keeps telling my sister his therapist thinks his behavior is totally “appropriate,” but therapists are generally only as good as the information they’re provided, and I’m relatively sure she hasn’t been told that he hasn’t physically crossed the threshold of their home in two months or that he’s told the kids that even allergies are a potential sign of illness. I’m sure he hasn’t mentioned that their eldest washes his hands raw because he’s terrified he’ll get sick. Or that the kid screams at people from the doorway if he thinks they’re walking too close.
Anyway, I feel for her. And I can’t imagine what it might be like to live with that kind of terror so consistently. But it fucking pisses me off at the same time.
