Normally, I don’t order perishables, but my mother had given me a generous gist card to Harry & Davis to buy some pre-made dinners for when I’m too tired to make something while my wife is sick.
That’s pretty frightening, JaneDoe42. Are you able to get an oximeter so you’ll know if his blood oxygen gets low enough that you have to rush him to the hospital?
Inner-eyelid styes: I had these. I had one removed surgically which was the worst thing ever. The other I managed to contain with hot baths: holding my head under water as hot as I could stand for a couple of minutes a day. Hot compresses did nothing, but the baths did. Apparently, if you get the stye hot enough, it dissolves, but the trick is to not boil your eyeball away, too. Fun times. (It took a few weeks, FYI.)
We already have one that gets used and recorded daily because of his heart condition. He is usually pretty careful about his health and is fairly compliant with his doctor’s orders and advice. Why he has this HUGE blind spot about this is a mystery and is also why I am so angry at him.
I hope this one doesn’t stick around for a few weeks. The ointment seems to help but it feels weird until I blink enough away.
REVIEW ME REVIEW ME REVIEW ME REVIEW ME REVIEW ME REVIEW ME REVIEW ME LAST CHANCE TO REVIEW ME!!!
Lately it seems like every single organization is badgering me to review my experience with them. Numerous times. I’ve gotten 3, 4, 5 or more emails begging me to review my encounter.
The podiatrist. The dentist. The urgent care clinic. The person who took our refinance application. The AirBNB place we used last weekend. The most recent one was the fucking online pharmacy. That’s a new one.
And they guilt you about it. When we bought our car in November, the salesperson said that we might be asked for a review and if we had less than 5 out of 5 for any portion of the process it would ding the entire team. Now, her performance was fine - but the sales manager badgered us for 20 minutes about various extended warranty-type addons and I really wanted to slam his part of it on the review - but didn’t because of the guilt trip.
I think from here on out I am going to give one-star reviews to everyone.
On the AirBnB I can kind of understand it. And I really do NOT want to review that one because my review would have to be somewhat negative: the rustic furniture included one bed so high off the ground you literally needed a ladder to get to, the room we DID use had a part of the rustic (read, unsanded, unpolished) bedframe with a bit sticking out that I kept running into with my leg, and the place reeked of air freshener.
GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!!!
I empathize, and I can do you one better. Due to COVID, stores and credit card companies have significantly raised the limits on contactless “tap” transactions (typically around $300 now) to minimize having to touch the notoriously germ-laden keypads. So at one grocery store, the tap worked just fine as it was supposed to. And then the terminal proceeded to ask me questions about “my shopping experience” requiring me to touch the filthy COVID-infested keypad to answer them, or else it would not proceed with the transaction! Needless to say, at that point “my shopping experience” became completely lousy, and was reported as such.
On a different topic, the Birdman cometh … and goeth. My problem of birds raising a family in one of my ventilation ducts is solved. Good thing, too, because it was the dryer vent, and the nest and other detritus was completely blocking it, not only preventing the dryer from working but constituting a fire hazard. It seems the babies were already gone, which is good, but Mama was still in there (the proverbial empty-nester, I guess) and flew out all a-flutter as the nest was being cleaned out. They predicted that Mama will return, but to no avail as the vent is now covered with a coarse wire enclosure.
Chirping in about birds, the siding on our house is a dark maroonish perfect for the bird shit to drip down and look like a Jackson Pollack starter painting.
For months, the supermarket we frequent had signs on the door, saying that masks are mandatory, per the Governor. Today, the sign changed to: “Fully vaccinated customers do not need to be masked.” I still wore mine, to avoid being thought a Republican. So did everyone else.
Dear person(s) who mistakenly received, and then brazenly kept, the nearly $100 of gourmet food items and candles my mom ordered: I hope the balsamic dressing gives you wicked heartburn, the spicy relish and ketchup burn your delicate little palate, that you accidentally put the onion-based jam on your breakfast toast, and that you spill the candle wax on a hard-to-clean surface.
Amazingly, UPS 'fessed up to the misdelivery, and the food company has been really nice to Mom (they’ve already shipped a replacement package).
So I’ve been getting coaching for my ADHD and I’m learning to put stuff on a schedule and block ALL my time. It’s great, I guess. More stuff is getting done. I feel more in control of my life. But… I miss how I used to handle to-do lists. I would acknowledge all the work I had to do and then curl up on my couch in the sun and go to sleep. I miss naps. Are we sure that doing things is the way to go? Like, really really sure? Because not doing things really had its perks.
Yeah, but then do they think you’re an anti-vaxxer?
Or put another way, a Jackson Pollack painting looks like a bird with a colorful digestive disorder shit all over a canvas.
The thread title reminded me that every time this month I type the word “may” in an email, Outlook “helpfully” suggests adding the current date. It’s not particularly intrusive, but it gets old really fast since it basically never happens at random times like that any other month.
As my ADHD kid says “Getting stuff done makes tomorrow better. But procrastination pays off NOW!”
I’ve been compensating like a mofo, and one thing I’ve been doing is making a list of every little thing, to get me excited about conquering lists:
Cereal bowl emptied… CHECK!
Cereal bowl rinsed out… CHECK!
Dirty laundry hunted/gathered… CHECK!
Dirty laundry thrown in washer… CHECK!
Detergent thrown in washer… CHECK!
Porch swept… CHECK!
Broom put away… CHECK!
Mid-morning reward: NAP!
(… CHECK!)
Imagine “curling up on your couch in the sun” with a couple of big tasks done. Ahhhh…
(Man, we need an ADHD support group here.)
This thread briefly turned beautifully hilarious. What a great hijack.
Weeeeeee toldja so. 
Seriously, when that many Dopers come together in consensus, we ain’t wrong.
Glad you bit the bullet.
Well, that’s how he’s getting his mysterious nutrition!
Just keep the floor as clean as you can, and perhaps consider getting a beagle or similar dog, to help you with cleanup.
Or, start his food out on the floor (in a dish of course) and toss it up onto his high chair tray when he indicates being hungry.
Or I guess you could put Wee Weasel’s food in that dog’s dish (again, a clean one) and give the wee one the illusion that he is putting one over on you as he crawls over and gobbles up the kiddie kibble.
One of the side tasks I have put off is paying the local city taxes. Scouts honor I tried to pay them on the day of …
… and found this sign on the door:
Due to COVID blah blah, we are closed. We are conducting business by phone, email, mail, and drop box located conveniently at blah blah."
Except … no phone is posted, no email or mailing address given, and I haz questions before just shoving something into the ether of a drop box.
What, you don’t WANT my tax money? When has a municipality NOT wanted tax money.
(I keep forgetting to call them during their M-Th hours, they’re not even available on Fridays.)
I spilled coffee on my laptop and now my left shift key doesn’t work. Actually, it works, but it doesn’t do the shift thing anymore, it does this
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My right shift key works, but habit is a bitch and I’m thinking I might have to waste money on a new laptop just because I can’t stop using the left shift key. Goddamnit.