That happened to my husband with hockey. Got a scholarship to UMaine, and the spring before he started was playing football or something on the beach, got tackled, and shredded both knees. He spent the rest of the summer in plaster and that was the end of his serious hockey career.
I thought that was hamsters, or gerbils? Anyway, that was never a problem with my piggies.
Finally got ahold of my doctor’s office for this 19-day deep chest cough. They had virtual visits only. The doctor really didn’t seem to take me seriously. He thinks it’s an allergic reaction. He wants me to try allergy medication and a steroid first and then get back to him. Fine, whatever. What’s another week? 
Famous people I have never heard of are dying weekly, a sure sign I am growing older. 
The independent living place where my mother lives has the worse housekeepers. She pays a premium for the place. So we end up cleaning for her. We don’t mind. But it is frosts my cookie that she pays a high rent.
I can’t find that recent thread about people who blow their own horns all the time…but the one I work with just told someone, “I’m like a walking encylopedia!” 
Ugh!
It happened again! 
And most of them are younger than you are, right?
Leave. Me. Alone.
I remember as a lad after JFK was elected my father bemoaning the fact that for the first time in his life, the President was younger than he. I found it very humorous.
It wasn’t so funny when Obama was elected.
10:20 pm: purple lays down
10:21 pm: nuclear war breaks out between Nikki and Monkey and their skirmish takes over the bed.
10:21:30 pm: Nikki and Monkey are banished from the room.
10:25 pm: purple gives up on the relaxation thing and fires up the SDMB.
10:29 pm: the damn cats are at it again. One has the zoomies, and is taking it out on the other one, on me, on … whatever. This after two extended sessions with a laser pointer (his favorite toy) okay yay now he quieted when I tossed a toy for him to chase.
Perhaps peace shall reign at Casa De Shoe. Enough for me to sleep, I hope.
For me, Clinton. Then W, Obama and Trump.
I hope this response finds you snoring.
Sigh…
My younger sister, who is almost 60, stayed with us so she could visit our 86 yo Mom. Everyone is vaccinated. First day ok…no problem…second day she visited our mom( she’s in an independent living place) was there most the day. Went out for fish fry. My sister has a drinking problem…to say the least. Anyway she started drinking wine and all of a sudden me taking bacon jam to our mom was like I was killing her. Then our mom drinking is a problem. Whereas I said if she had a problem with mom’s drinking take it up with her( hypocrite) not me. She started verbally attack me, I went to bed. She decided at 10 pm to leave, husband stopped her. Next morning she left w/o saying goodby. Sigh, no welcome here again.
So… early this morning… my MIL passed away at a nursing home.
No Funeral (COVID).
Very Limited Wake (COVID).
She was a good woman.
As a young man growing up, the family next to mine and I grew close. When their mother died, I was there. When their father died, I was there. When their aunts, uncle, and sisters died, I was there. Over time we grew apart, but hey… I always thought of them as extended family.
When a mutual friend died in 2019, I was there and I showed respect. I was ignored 3-4 times whenever I spoke to ‘old friends’ though. Evidently they were just WAY too big into the Rump hierarchy thing. But I was there anyway… made an attempt. Left thoughtful notes online.
Today, I checked FB. A few people posted ( even a few from here; Thank You!). A Friend (who married a sister from that family) left a nice note. And… from all the brothers who I actually thought were extended brothers… Not. One. Fucking. Word.
Well, that’s not quite right: two hours ago, the person who for two decades was my best friend DID post: about how he loved babysitting his nieces and nephews.
Well, Fucking Pardon Me, but your whole family is DEAD to me now. I never ever want to see you, hear a word from you, and if you Ever show up at my fam’s events, I might just “treat you poorly”.
Fuck You! Fuck Your Rump god. Eat Shit and Die, you Rat Bastards!!!
I am very sorry for your loss @Mundane_Super_Hero. I understand your pain and rage, some things just are not right at all.
I’m sitting here at work, and the construction workers next door are using some heavy machinery. The vibrations are causing me physical pain! It’s been starting and stopping, and every time it stops I unclench my teeth and take a breath…no, here it comes again. The whole building is rattling. How are we supposed to go on like this? This is some bullshit.
Yikes, that sounds like it’s getting into ‘workplace hazard’ territory. 
My workplace has a seismic table; sometimes the response spectra being used is so extreme that the offices vibrate. (More senior employees like to tell a story that took place in the company’s previous building; supposedly, some engineers and technicians were in the basement learning to use the then-new seismic table, and they accidentally discovered the building’s natural frequency.) The vibration is so intense that, the one time we did have an actual earthquake, most employees assumed it was an especially violent shake being performed on the table.
I left the area for a while, and it seems to have stopped now. Whew! 
My dad’s dementia is progressing fast. Really fast. As in, it’s a good thing my sister & I are visiting him in two weeks because he might not have any idea who we are within the next few months. It fucking sucks. Every time I talk to him on the phone it’s a little or a lot worse. Poor dad. That has to be so terrifying. We’ve never been close but I can’t imagine how scary this has to be.