My husband’s grandmother is dying. He’s sad. He hates talking about his feelings (because real men feel only anger or nothing, right?) and so he’s just kinda moping around the house. Meanwhile, we’ve worked out how we will get to the funeral when it happens. I think the waiting is making it worse for him. And so I’m gloomy because he’s gloomy. And we are all just waiting, every phone buzz feeling like it’ll be news that we both want and don’t want to hear.
She’s 97, she’s lived a long life and has been sick for a long while now. It will be mercy when she passes.
We did that years ago. The half of the front yard that isn’t grass is our veggie garden surrounded by a gravel path, which in turn is lined with flowers. I begrudge mowing the small patch of lawn that is left and usually put it off until it looks like an abandoned property.
From what the admitting nurse was explaining when I got my colonoscopy last year, vomiting or dry heaves are criteria for “Sorry, we’ll have to reschedule for a later date; can’t do it today.” She even mentioned that it was somewhat unfair, as the prep itself made some people puke (presumably, the mag citrate), but in that case they apparently just send them home with different prep instructions to try again.
So, uh, hope it comes out alright in the end. As it were.
No newspaper again this morning. I called the office I spoke to yesterday and told the woman I would be calling the publisher’s office every morning till delivery is restored. And it turns out it’s our entire neighborhood not getting delivery.
WTF? Phone books? Really? When was the last time anyone used a phone book to look up a business? Luckily I caught the little shit and gave it back to him. What a waste of trees and effort for something that will end up in the landfill and annoy people.
Nope, the guy said it wasn’t a problem and I was right not to drink the stuff after throwing up. Then he asked a couple of questions about when the last time I ate was and when the last time I went to the toilet and what came out and then right into the procedure.
The only other issue I have with these things is the IV. You can’t stick it in my right arm, I have nerve damage. The last time someone did that I damn near went into shock from the pain. When I had my hernia surgery, they stuck it in the back of my left hand, it hurt like a son of a bitch the whole time and apparently, the moment I came out of the surgery, I tore it out and refused to allow anyone to put it back in. Which I have absolutely no memory of.
They tried to do that again, the pain was exactly what I said it was and they put it in my elbow area without any difficulty or pain.
Clean bill of health, then lunch at Godfather’s Pizza.
I was needing to call a local government office awhile back. Looked in vain for a phone book. I know I used to have some. I just drove over there and asked my question. They said “you could’ve just called”
Yea, right.
Etiquette Hell’s forum is closing in June. Granted the forum has slowed down a ton the last few years but I really liked reading it in the morning. The Blog will still be up but all those great stories (The Titanic Bride, The HOA stories, Roe’s Summer of No) will be gone (she’s not archiving anything).
Despite my car-totaling accident last week, I managed to make it to a planned interview for a contract position. The interview went perfectly well and I was given to understand that I’d be starting this week. Until today, when I get an E-mail saying thanks, your qualifications are very impressive, but we’ve found a better match, yadda yadda.
Jerks.
Oh well, guess that gives me more time to look for a car to take me to the job I don’t have.
The rock garden half is coming along nicely - I moved a bunch of day lilies from the back to the rock garden, and I’m trying out some Christmas decoration mooses (meese?) as the focal points. I have a feeling the clover lawn won’t be around much longer either.
My phone books go straight from the front step to the recycling bin - seriously, they need to just stop. Or have an “opt-in” thing for people who actually do still want them.
I was coming home from visiting my father this afternoon, waiting for traffic to clear before making a right turn onto the main road two blocks from home, and suddenly there was a WHUMP as I was rear-ended. The driver said she was sorry, she was looking the other way at oncoming traffic and hadn’t realized I hadn’t pulled out. I wanted to ask her if she regularly drove without looking where she was going.
Luckily, A) there were only a few scratches in damage to my bumper, B) a cop waiting for the light to change saw us and pulled over to ask about it (no injuries & minor damage, so he said to just report it to the nearest Collision Reporting Centre), and C) I finally put in a dashcam a few months ago, so, while it only points ahead, it does have video of me stopped at the time of the collision, in case of any dispute.
From the amount of people who almost drive over me in the crosswalk while they’re making left or right turns, I’d say there are A LOT of people doing that. :mad:
Probably because no one ever wanted to admit being a member just in case the forum owner saw you saying that somewhere on the 'net and then read all your other posts and then banned you.
Ok, not really. The forum had its heyday about a decade ago, a couple cross-board wars and then mass bannings really cut down on the input. Throw in people getting viruses from ads (sounds familiar), you can’t bring out the really hot topics (shoes on/off, knitting in public, and quite a few other topics) and it has just petered out.
Other than combing through each sub-forum and reading any of the locked threads with more than 2 pages of posts one could just read: http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?board=32.0 which leads to the Classics board. That’s a mix of submitted to the website stories with comments and links to some eyebrow raising forum stories.
Etiquette Hell leads to a few years of archived stories that are usually a paragraph or 2 long “needless to say” (I swear you’ll read that phrase a billion times and, yet, they did say.)
