Confesses to not hitting him hard the first time. Our relationship doesn’t involve hitting, so he pretty much got a love tap. When he idn’t respond to that, I used all of my body strength for the next punches. My hand is bruised and he’s got an already colorful bruise on his chest.
I really wouldn’t have known what to do if I hadn’t taken all of those classes. Training took over, which is pretty amazing for someone who has zero medical experience.
What caused him to choke in the first place? I have to admit that if this happened to me, even if I got him breathing, I’d still want to have a doctor check him over.
He choked on his own spit. No food or drinks involved, just started choking.
All he remembers is starting to cough and then me waking him up.
The nagging about seeing a doctor started right away, but he was awake and responding so we didn’t think ER was needed. I really do think he’s OK and it is a 3 day weekend.
I missed out on thinking about death jokes, but today we are joking that he doesn’t want me to get mad because I can hit really hard.
But Google doesn’t have “accept or delete”, they’ve got settings. And every single business has the right to say “I have these rules of usage and they are legal: accept them or go someplace else”. Or, in Spanish, reservado el derecho de admisión.
flatlined, I’m glad you’re not a widow. It sounds like the kind of situation which prompts yells of “if you die on me, I’ll kill you!”
Why is it that Google Photos is the only image-hosting site on the internet that does not have a way to generate a link for embedding your images on your site? Why do I have to search for another website that will generate a link that Google should generate itself through the “share” button? Really Google? Really? Y’all are supposed to be *good *at this online stuff. Why are you sucking so hard at this simple task?
Yeah, first thing Tuesday morning, start scheduling him for an appointment. AIUI, the proper operation of the neck and tongue and throat parts that prevent aspiration of saliva is supposed to be automatic, and not require conscious effort. If it’s malfunctioning in his sleep, that’s a bit worrisome, and should be addressed by whatever effective means are available.
Speaking of Google, I’ve given up on trying to uses Google Images to search for images, because they’re so afraid of copyright lawsuits, they’ve made it impossible to copy an image from Google. You have to go to the page where the image is, and if it’s a site like Pinterest, you have to search through thousands of images on one page, and even then, Pinterest doesn’t always let you copy the image. I’ve defaulted to, shudder, Bing for image searching.
Dear Body,
I know, I know, I have mis-used you and not been very careful. I am klutz. But seriously, can we stop with the aches and pains that have no cause. It’s the 3rd day in a row I have awakened with a sore neck. I have good pillows, I been sleeping better for a month ( yay!). So lack of rest is not the problem. Quit with the ache-y neck. It’s not cool. You’re pissng me off.
Your friend,
Beck
I just got an announcement on my phone, allegedly from the Amazon app, telling me there is an update. I clicked on “Install” and got that I needed to go to my Settings and turn on “accept app updates from unknown sources”. Uh, no. If the app really does have an update, I’ll delete the app and reinstall it to get the latest version.
It’s 99f right now in Minneapolis. Dew point is 57f.
This is bullshit. Utter and complete bullshit.
At least I got the window air conditioner put in, so it’s not completely miserable in here.
Unfortunately, the A/C in my vehicle croaked.
My poor daughter, though, is at work in a kitchen without any cooling. One of their fridges died. Two of her coworkers went down with heat exhaustion. The vast majority of their customers are elderly, who have been warned to stay indoors today. She’s hoping they’ll close early.
Our poor Baxter dog hurt his tail/has a hot spot he won’t leave alone. All night long it was lick, lick, lick, lick . . . I wrapped my leg around his torso to prevent him reaching his tail and finally, around 3am, fell asleep.
Ten minutes later SharkWife screams “GODAMNIT BAXTER, STOP LICKING!” and jolts me awake (Bax had squiggled out from under my leg and got to his tail again). The screaming jolted me out of sleep so I got up, brought Bax downstairs, and put the Cone of Shame on him. We’ve kept him coned, dosed on Benadryl, and have been spraying cortisone on his poor tail.
Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick! Obsessive dog licking could be an effective interrogation for confession torture.
Speaking of them, I’m not impressed by them pulling out warm plastic bags of meat to cut some off for me. Between that and the prices, I don’t think I’ll be going back.
It’s 63 and gloomy in NJ. Wild-ass weather of late, it was 90 earlier in the week. We’ve had Real Winter, Fake Spring, winter again, Blazing Summer, Winter Part III, and so on. This week we’ve blasted the AC and worn shorts; turned on the fireplace and rolled up in blankies; and dug into the winter wear we stashed when we got the summer clothes out. Craziness.