I want to know why the hell ABC isn’t showing the HOF game right now. I could tune in to championship bull riding if I wanted, but no football. Stupid ABC. Stupid football.
It’s the same whine I’ve had for 9 weeks now, specifically, the one about my right knee. You see, back at the beginning of June, something highly unpleasant happened to the cartilage at the end of my right thigh bone. I spent 6 weeks on crutches, and I’m now in a leg brace that looks like something out of the military fiction a friend of mine writes or like a member of the Borg is trying to assimilate or mate with my knee. It hurts. Sometimes badly, sometimes not at all, but it hurts, especially if I try to walk. I like hiking and dancing. Guess what I haven’t been doing this summer. I see the doctor again on Thursday. Hopefully she’ll have something resembling good news. In the meantime, I’ll keep hobbling along.
CJ
Hubby and I have been married a little over 7 years. I did not take his last name - I prefer mine. Hubby suggested that we give the baby my last name, since I’m the one who has suffered through this pregnancy and he has no particular attachment to his or opinion on the matter. As the months have gone by, I felt it would be fairer to give the baby a 50/50 chance of having either last name. If it’s a boy, it will have his. If it’s a girl, mine. Hubby mentioned it to his parents’ this in an email a week or so ago.
I’m under an incredibly amount of stress right now because of issues with the pregnancy. I get back from an incredibly pointless prenatal class yesterday to find an email from my inlaws.
They feel we should at least hyphenate our names “so that both sets of grandparents get to have a connection with their grandchild”. WTF? We didn’t ask their opinion. We don’t want it. It’s freaking ridiculous to offer it in the midst of all this chaos.
To my husband’s credit, he emailed them back and told them that was not an option. We are not saddling our child with an unwieldy and pretentious sounding last name to please other people. Furthermore, since last names gained common use, there has been a set of grandparents not sharing the name and they seem to be connected to the child. Any connection they choose to have with their grandchild is up to them and their “concerns” are foolish.
I’m so glad those people live on the other side of the country.
I’ll whine about my kidneys; less than a month ago, I had a series of x-rays that showed two largish stones in my right kidney, and a couple of small ones in my left kidney. My doctor said he was going after the ones in the right kidney, as they were too large to pass. He wasn’t going to worry about the ones on the left. Well, last Wednesday, I started having pain in my left kidney. More testing. One of the stones is causing a partial blockage. I’m going in this coming Wednesday for more surgery. Yuck.
Oh, while we’re doing medical stuff (hey, don’t look at me, Siege started it 
), I will whine about the fact that, although I need medical care fairly often, I have teeny, tiny disappearing veins. I have been stuck with needles upwards of 15 times to get one IV started! Once, when they couldn’t get an IV started in my arm, they put it in my foot!
And why is it that doctors in the ER never believe you when you tell them you have impossible veins?? I always tell them the same thing: It can take a long time to start an IV in me; can I have some intra-muscular drugs for the pain and nausea, and then get the IV started? And I always get the same answer: Oh, these nurses are pros. They can get an IV started. Sometimes, hours later, the doc will cave and allow the drugs to be given intra-muscularly.
I hate my kidneys.
Thanks, Veb, I needed that!
My in-laws.
I can say no more without weeping into my keyboard and shorting it out.
One of my colleagues offloaded a customer problem call on me last year. It was the call from hell, just dragged on and on, and finally after 9 or 10 months I got it closed (normal call resolution time, 2-4 weeks) a few weeks ago.
Today he forwards me another email from the same customer: “hey, we did a test install of your new version on new hardware and got the same problem”. He asks me to take over this call too, as he has “no clue” as to what’s causing the problem.
I read the logs; not the same problem at all. So let’s see, we have new software, new hardware, and new symptoms. This is the same problem, how exactly? OK, colleague, so what have you done so far to diagnose the problem (I’m presuming you HAVE done something, right, since you claim to not know what do to next)? Uh, no actually, he’s “really busy” and hasn’t had time to even look at it.
I see. So the reason you don’t have a clue about what the problem is, my faithful colleague, is that you haven’t even looked yet? And, reading the customer’s email in full, neither has he - hasn’t even bothered to look at our online problem database first.
Lazy, useless, incompetent, shiftless, complacent, pathetic, offloading BASTARDS! How about you make some attempt, however feeble, to help your bloody selves before giving up and dumping it on me? Again?
Oops…the damn game is on tonight…I’m a moron.
Maybe she’s got cats, who will invariable wet their meowers at any unexpected supply of drinkable water that they find.
Frickin ADD…I heard awhile back about this great concert I want to go to, then I spazzed out on the date and subsequently took a boring club gig that evening for crap money. Now I can’t get a sub to play in my place.
greasy skin (any tips?) and summer boredom.
i also have a touch of bronchitis. i cough, i drink, i cough, i drink. cough… drink…then the drinking starts off a new version. cough, drink, pee, cough, drink, pee.
i’m considering a low constant eeeeeiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhh sound. that way others will be as annoyed as i am.
it is fun being a bass though. people keep asking me to say j.e.j. things.
luke, i am your father…
I live by the beach and there are “rocks” (er…cement blocks) in the water that people love to climb onto because they don’t care if they slip and smash their heads open. The life guards are shouting “Get off the rocks!” throughout the day and it makes summer slightly less bareable.
I just learned how to knit. I started making a scarf but I was unintentially doing something that adds an extra stitch to each row. As you can imagine, I accidentally stopped making a scarf and started making a hand-fan.
I think kids need to cheer up. I know their wrists are itchy but they don’t need to scratch them with razor blades.
The seemingly total inability of retail establishments to understand customer service.
I’ve been thinking about getting a TRAKPHONE for emergency on-road use in our cars. So I went to two big national retailers, both end in *Mart, to look them over. The prepaid cards say that the charge for roaming calls is twice that for local calls so I asked the clerks what constitutes our local area. Neither establishment could tell me. They had no brochures, maps or other information on that. And the people at neither of them said anything like - “We don’t have that information right now but if you’ll check back in X days we’ll try to have it for you.” The big *Mart’s response was that they had a brochure around someplace but can’t find it now. The smaller *Mart’s response was sort of a shrug.
My stupid glands.
The ones in my neck are swollen, and it hurts like hell. Even better, the visit to the doctor means a strep test. After not having any strep tests done my entire life, I’ve had three or four in the past year, and they’re never positive. I think the nurses just like doing it to spite me.
AND I’m hungry. harumph.
Moving. Ugh.
And because my employer can’t direct-deposit to a Canadian bank (even if I have a US funds account) I have to go find a whole new bank, credit card, account etc.
And I have to make sure everything I want to bring fits into my trunk.
Still about a week until I can get to the dentist. The icky taste of death seems to have departed, but there’s still nastiness and a bit of pain in the back left of my lower jaw.
Also weird pain in the joint at the base of my left thumb. More than likely some sort of repetitive strain injury. Matches the one in my right wrist.
Hmmmmm…okay, my minor whines, first but not least is the stupid lupus crap which is happening on my face, regardless of how stringently I avoid sunlight. It’s doesn’t help when someone comes over and brightly exclaims “Oh, you’ve gotten out, I see you are a little sunburned!” Uh, yeah, whatever.
Then there is The Boy, who, despite my last ditch warning of a spanking, continues to dawdle instead of cleaning his room. He is going on 13, he has the ability, and I have taken away every privellege possible. Why won’t he just finish? There is about 15 minutes worth of work left, why does he want to waste his summer this way?
I’ve mentioned that my husband is a commercial fisherman, and I see him rarely at best. He came in last Friday for 8 hours, and a friend was here. No biggie, but she stayed until right before he had to take off again, leaving us no time to be alone. Infringing on a fisherman’s and his woman’s nik-nik time is a huge faux pas.
My final whine is my doctor. I found out, after much frustration, that he requires medication refills to be called in at least a week in advance. Which seems excessive to me, but okay. He put me on a new medication (methotrexate, not a lot of grins and giggles, but really helps with the joint pain) for four weeks to check out the results. Results are great, I call last week (a week ahead of needing a refill) to let him know it’s working and to get a refill. He decided to take a “break” for the week, and I am now overdue for my next dose (once a week) and he still hasn’t called it in.
Big fricken’ WAH!
I’ve always found it amazing how fast a teen can get a room clean when I show up in the doorway with a few Hefty trash bags and make the statement, “Oh, you go in the other room and watch television. I’ll clean your room.”
Huge faux pas or not, can you politely suggest to your friend that she get the hell out so you can spend some time with your husband?
phall0106 thank you for the advice! Since I have already confiscated everything he holds dear, I told him today, very matter-of-factly, that if his room isn’t clean by bedtime, his huge collection of Yu-Gi-Oh cards are going into the dumpster! Boy, has he been getting down to business now!
featherlou I am going to educate her the next time she comes over. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, she is a bit on the ditzy side, not familiar with the fishing lifestyle, and honestly wasn’t trying to be witchy. But my honey went back out to the fishing grounds grouchy, poor guy.