Gotti I didn’t mean it wasn’t the central part of your life! (And I hope I didn’t offend you.) I just meant that sometimes people treat you like you’re different. Like you’re not you anymore, like you’re the disease. Your DH is still him. He might be tired, ill, stressed, nauseous, but he’s still the man you love. He might want to talk about cancer all day long. He might want to just watch movies. He might want to talk about cancer with YOU, and not talk about it with your friends. With your friends, he might want to gossip about work, or children, or ?? I guess I didn’t express myself well. I hope I did better this time. I know how much a disability or critical disease can become the center of your world. I was just trying to say that the person is still there too. Sometimes people forget that.
SUCCESS!!! Between the drugs, lots of rolled pads, and a heapin’ helpin’ of stubbornness, **FCD **survived his MRI. I felt so sorry for him and so helpless - I couldn’t do anything. He started to feel a bit better as we drove home, and I stopped for Chinese food. I’d never stopped at that place before, and they deliver - to our neighborhood!!! I took a menu so we’ve got an alternative to pizza delivery. So yay for that too!
I just stuck my comforter in the washer and I’ll hang it out so it can air dry overnight and all day tomorrow. Take advantage of a little sun before the next round of rain comes in.
I was going to say something else, but I don’t recall what it was and I’m too tired to care right now. I think my party theme will be *ZOMBIE! * because that’s what I’m gonna be… Tahred…
My company is offering free training and licensing for Health Insurance in time for the big, year-end enrollment period. I wondered aloud if I should sign up, and A, who is leaving tomorrow to go back to being a headhunter, said, “Do it.” Good enough for me!
When R came back from the washroom I told him I was going for in on the advice of my agent.
“Who’s your agent?”
A piped up and said, “I am.”
I guess I have a pimp, er, agent. Even my supervisor is supportive, saying, “Take the second test, too. Then you can get a job anywhere.”
It’s sometimes nice working someplace where everybody, other than top management, only went to work at for six months, no longer how long they’ve been here–this time. Don’t burn any bridges and you’ll have a fallback job until you die.
Howdy Y’all! Home from Evening Prayer over to the church house. ‘Twas nice as usual except with a little twist this evenin’. YP interred the ashes of a man who has been dead for four years and whose wife got around to doin’ this tonight. I make no judgements, I’m just glad John has his final restin’ place in a columbarium in the church’s memory garden. I am havin’ ice cream in his memory.
A general hug to all those who need it (appears to be a large percentage of MMP’ers this week). Gentle pats on for those who a hug would hurt (I’m 6’2" and 275 lbs, so I give pretty big hugs).
Lawn mowed and the weather has cooled considerably with much cloudiness, but no rain to date. Took a 15 minute walk around the park to stretch my legs. Tomorrow or Firday will be a laundry day, running low on some essentials.
One more kitchen spot needs cleaning (I’ll do it later this PM) and need to go through some files and make keep/archive/shred decisions. Can do this while watching the Warriors-Thunder game on the tube (hey, multi-tasking is fun!).
And people wonder why I, pretty much an atheist, stay a member in good standing at my church. I’ll pour out a 40 for you, John, and I hope others do that for me.
Possibly the second funeral rite of our genus, y’all.
Happy birthday Sari!!!
Had another beer:30 – three more people left. I am feeling a slight case of survivors guilt. Very slight; but still mundane and pointless enough for the MMP.
Judging from the noises in the bar I think the Pens won.
Sounds like a big mumper (((((hug))))) is in order today, I think we could all use a bit of that.
I’m not so bad today, very tired but that’s nothing new for me, especially towards the end of the week. The craptastic days at work continue, doesn’t seem to be a single one where something hasn’t gone wrong in a fairly spectacular way. Oh well, it can only get better, right?
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out, cloudy and very muggy with a predicted high of 84 and rain/tstorms/apocalypse predicted. I am inclined to believe this as there appears to be a big ol’ band of red (N.O.R.) headed this way.
doggio congrats!
StickyBuns yay for last day of skool! Skools will be out in these parts soon.
One of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour guys - I think it was Engvall - tells the story of an uncle who opened a beer in the church right after the eulogy. There was a quiet moment after the pastor finished speaking, which was suddenly filled with the pssssssssssssht of a pop-top being popped. A real you-might-be-a-redneck moment. (Yeah, I know that’s Foxworthy’s schtick, but it’s early in the morning so cut me some slack! )
I’m guessing all the MRI stuff yesterday was more stressful for me than I’d thought. At 8 last night, I was watching a program on the Science channel about MagLev trains and I couldn’t keep my eyes open! I was in bed by 8:30, exhausted. And even tho I slept thru (I think - I might have wakened once briefly) I woke exhausted. Today’s plan was to work an extra hour or 2, but I don’t know if I can manage that. We shall see.
Hoping FCD’s Dr calls today after reviewing the MRI pics. We looked at them last night on the CD they gave us and to our untrained eyes, it looks like the problem is the disk above the last set of screws that were put in his back. We shall see what the verdict is.
Meanwhile, I have a metric crap-ton of stuff to do, so I shall begin. Happy Thursday!
A belated B-Day wish to Sari and a Happy Orbit completion day for Taters.
Up at 0500 (hey, body, I thought we agreed to forget about that &*(^&%), shredded about two full bins of paper I wanted to throw out from last nights winnowing and put it out for the trashman. Since I’m up, I’ve started the first of 3 planned laundry loads and then need to go through some of the stuff I saved and file it correctly.
Even my supervisor is supportive, saying, “Take the second test, too. Then you can get a job anywhere.”
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