Awww, thanks. I’m just glad I have some people to talk with. I’m surrounded by non news types. They have this thing they call “life”?
Oh no! That is a rough road you are traveling. I hope things go easier this time around.
I ate my McSammich, then they brought a supper tray. Nasty sweet and sour beef that I tasted and rejected, but the fruit was ok. FCD has gone home. I donned the backless gown and climbed into bed. Waiting for the nurse to come. Not sure what, if anything, they’ll do tonight. I am exhausted.
{{{{FCM}}}}}
Sending good vibes to FCM and everyone who needs them.
Oh wow, the things happening today. Baker, I am so sorry about your shoulder and upcoming surgery. FCM, I’m glad you are awake and posting and hope that it turns out to be nothing serious. Much sympathy for FCD, he must be going out of his mind with worry now. VanGo, while I’m glad your major symptom is exhaustion, I’m still very sorry this happened to you.
Howdy Y’all! Home (actually been home for a bit) from book study over to the church house. 'Twas a good and lively group tonight. Two more weeks to go and I’ve gotten positive feedback on my choice of book, so that feels good. Time to snoop around teh intartoobz for a bit and then go beddy bye.
Pilot if anyone questions your taste in furniture, you can tell them that it has been gay approved, which we all know to be the highest level of furniture approval. Comin’ back to say hope everything got better with the eye and you were able to drive home.
Coppertone glad you feel better today.
Sticky_Buns hope the talk with the therapist helps and you can figure out the meds.
Taters hope all goes well for the pups at the vet.
shoe cheesecake is appropriate for any meal. You already knew that, right?
MOOOOOOM yay for good labs. Hope sis gets sprung from the horsepistol soonest. I’ve been followin’ the saga over on the book of faces. If RoxStar needs specs I am sure she will be good about keepin’ up with 'em. Then again, I will sometimes take mine off and then wonder where I left ‘em. Maybe I’m not the one to go to for advice on this. As I said on the book of faces you cannot be in the ER. You must go home. We need our laundry updates, dangit! Now I see you are bein’ admitted. Good thing to get stuff checked out. Hope all is well and you can get sprung soonest.
I had a fall in the middle of the night, getting up to urinate. Fortunately, I saved myself from falling to the floor. Unfortunately, I bashed up my arm on the dresser. Didn’t even know until I got up and Mrs L.A. said I’d gotten blood on the bathroom wall. (I didn’t have the lights on.) I guess SWMBO got tired of looking at my wounds. She just applied four adhesive strip with antibiotic ointment to my arms.
Dinner has been dined upon and mail collected (nothing but folks wanting money, so to the shredder it goes), so nothing but internettin’ and readin’ are on the agenda for the next several hours.
There is one problem with losing as much weight as I have in the past couple of years; I started out with 46" waist Jeans, then about 15 months ago went to 44", then 7 months ago it was 42" and now those are falling off my hips if I forget to wear a belt (like today…oops), so may have to start planning for the 40" collection (TBH, these are Duluth “flex” Jeans so they are not real tight to start with, but still…). At least the folks at Purple Heart are happy with the stuff I donate…
FCM, it is a good sign that you are alert (cause America needs the lerts…) and quite coherent, so hopefully it was not a stroke and can be treated medically. Fingers and all other appropriate appendages crossed. And maybe having MIL living with you wasn’t a bad thing; how long might you have been lying there if the hospice person hadn’t come along?
VanGo, some customers are born fiddlers with things; hope the contract gets done and signed for you.
Yeah, just hope he doesn’t have any setbacks now. Guy must be frantic.
Flyboy, damn, this is sure not the best week for Mumpers; take care of yourself, now.
Just waiting for the Southwest Chief to arrive in LaPlata, Mo in a couple of minutes. Take care all.
FCM!!! Cut that out! If you wanted to go to Costco, all you had to do was say so, I mean, I don’t think that the ambulance would take you there, but sheesh!
Seriously, though, I hope all is well with the rest of your tests.
MetalMouse - I wasn’t lying anywhere. I was walking and talking and making phone calls, but I didn’t recognize Jessica ( who called 911) and I don’t remember anything of about 4 hours.
I got extra blankets and I called my mom, then talked to FCD for a bit. I’m going to read a bit longer, then try to sleep. Tahted…
Goo caught a sky raisin today.
It done got et, too.
Had a martini, with salad, and tortellini with meatballs.
WHAT? 
WHAT?
Y’all need to stop the brain farts and falls.
{{{{VanGo}}}}
As I think of it, it’s a good thing Wifey, RN put the adhesive strips on. I just washed the blood out of the sheet, and I don’t want to have to do it again.
Well now, that is even more odd. I do hope they can figure this out.
So far everyone who’s seen the place has been suitably impressed. Male or female. But thank you for the imprimatur Ursus homomaximus. That means a lot.
My eye (brain actually; the malfunction occurs in your visual cortex, not the eye at all) settled down after about 20 minutes, so about as I was tucking into lunch of a Mojito and a rack of dry-rubbed pork ribs. No issues driving later, and now ~10 hours post-event I’ve got no residual fatigue or any other weirdness. Which is the usual, but still to be applauded, not taken for granted. Yaay!
But it is bed time.
So if the rest of the MMPers can hold off on medical disasters, scares, or mere oddities for about 12 hours we can all get some much needed rest.
Cheers to all and {{hugs}} to all the afflicted of whatever nature.
I’m sorry for missing you, am glad that all is good. I also agree that your new place looks very snazzy. Our move is still ongoing, I will be so happy for it to finally be over.
Tonight we had Mexican at a closer place with BFF and hubs. It was fun and sad as well. We are really going to miss them.
Her inside only cat not only caught a mouse, but left parts all over her bedroom floor and dropped the head on her pillow before walking on BFF’s face while singing her victory song. I understand that wasn’t the best way to start the day, but we all agreed that they are lucky to have such a fierce hunting cat and that hubs needs to find out where the mouse got in and block the hole.
They are going to come over Monday with a pizza and weed so we can have one last visit.
TC friend came and got the hospital bed out of my stitching room which was most upsetting for GG. That has been the cat’s bed for as long as we have had him, he liked to take his afternoon naps on that bed so I could reach out and give him skritches while I was stitching. The look of betrayal I got when he saw what had happened was horrible, I still feel like a very mean kitty slave.
TC friend also cleaned out our freezer and took half of a bottle of Bailey’s. I still have a bunch of canned food in the pantry, but I can take that to the library on Friday.
Our new place has a queen bed in hub’s room and I’m moving it into my room. I didn’t realize how much I liked having a kitty bed in arms reach until it was gone.
Hubs loaded all of his ammo into his car and then started loading all of the rest of the things he’s taking this trip. GG things got loaded next. I made sure he has a blanket, bed linens and towels and wash clothes to use at our new place. He also has enough eating things (cutlery, and plates and bowls, but didn’t have room for pots and pans.) I will bring them with me, I’m only going to be a week behind him.
After he leaves tomorrow, I will try to get more sleep but am pretty sure it won’t happen. I can sleep as late as needed when the sun is up, I can’t go to sleep when the sun is up. When I finally do think I am able to be on the road, I will head down the mountain to the dispensary.
Usually I don’t care if my weed comes in the plastic squeeze-top bottles, but I suspect the bottles don’t keep things as fresh as the vacuum sealed bags so I’m going to have to be sure that what I buy comes in the packaging I want. I can remember the days when I’d be worried about traveling with a quarter pound of weed packaged in half ounce packages. Now I’m just worried about it getting stale. (except for TX, getting caught with that much weed in TX would really suck)
That “tarted up caravan” (still cracking up at that description) behind us has sold. We aren’t sure how much it actually sold for, but think it was probably in the 180 G area. It was on the market for less than 60 days.
I’m hoping this has helped settle hub’s mind about the housing market, but he reminded me that I’m comparing apples to oranges. He also wants to drop our asking price by five grand because we need to sell it fast.
He’s agreed that we will get an appraiser in and go five grand under that. I’m willing to let him throw ten grand away without pitching a fit, but no more than that. We’ve always had a buyer set up before moving in the past, this is new and strange for both of us. I’ve been paying attention to what is happening in the local housing market so I’m optimistic. He pays attention to what tucker says is happening to the housing market and is pretty sure that both of us are going to need to find jobs to pay the bills.
I might just go back to the dispensary on Monday so I can buy my limit for June as well.
Please always take the full course of antibiotics as prescribed, even if it makes your tummy unhappy.
Not doing so breeds antibiotic-resistant bacteria, which come back with a vengeance and are, as named, resistant to the antibiotic that would have killed off the infection had the patient taken the full Rx course as directed.
I mean, it’s your body and your life, but for me, if the choice is a few days of gastrointestinal distress vs. a few weeks of an Rx-resistant infection, well … pass the Pepto.
I just wanted validation.
If not, they make duct tape …
… it now comes in all sorts of pretty colors and fashionable patterns. (My most recent roll featured purple owls.)
Okay, that was funny as hell.
Monkey: “Same, buddy, same. Was yours as tasty as mine?”
IKR srsly
I know you know this, but you have quite the way with words.
Please don’t give Monkey ideas.
I tried several times to parse this, then decided one - or possibly both - of us needs either less, or more, pot.
I’m sorry, the what in the WHAT now?!?
Like, a ketchup bottle at a diner?
This sounds like a solid plan. Many Mumpers have a serious supply of things like T.P. or frozen beastloaf stashed up … we all have our needs.
Human bodies are always missing the damn owner’s manual.
One of my crew celebrated her birthday last week, on the day I called out b.c. oy, vey, to say I didn’t feel good was an understatement.
Anyway, she made mint chocolate cupcakes to celebrate, and saved one for me in the freezer. Brought it in today, just for me, in the most twee container that I want to kidnap must wash and return.
It was such a small gesture, but it was so sweet.
So was the cupcake. Delishush. But nibbled in small, well, nibbles, because I’m not eight years old anymore.
8-y-o me would’ve devoured that thing before you could blink twice.
What the hell happened to my rather legendary sweet tooth?
I used to eat sugar cubes straight outta the box as my after-school T.V. snack, I shit you not … my mother refused to buy “sweet junk food” but kept sugar for hot tea …
To this date, I have IIRC one cavity.
Not the worst theory.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Have you considered keeping him unconscious until the move is over(either Hubs or Tucker)?
Yes. I am taking the new pills. No, I would not continue the old ones, I wasn’t even able to eat it was that much discomfort!
There are different antibiotics, thankfully.