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Kind of like a zoo.

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These were big bears. Maybe over 300 kg.

I didn’t take my SLR camera, but I’ve got a pretty cool attachable telephoto lens for my cell phone. Not the best pictures, but beats walking into the compound to get closeups.

Check out my new avitar! Dedicated to you all!

Apt! Also, yay bears!

Hey, all. Haven’t been keeping up on this week’s MMP because…one of my students got shot Saturday night sitting in a car with her boyfriend. She died last night. Currently no suspects, no motive announced. Boyfriend might survive - the cops are being very close-mouthed about everything. So is Admin. Plenty of crisis counselors on campus for her friends, even a few for her teachers. Right now I’m just kind of numb. Ysabell had transferred from the regular high school to our alternate school at the semester, completed all of her classwork last month and was planning on walking with her graduating class next month.

She was a good kid, and will be missed by everybody who knew her.

Oy, god.

Yikes!

How horrible. I’m very sorry.

That’s terrible, I’m so sorry.

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Too many people being randomly shot nowadays.

{{{quietly}}}, that’s horrible news anytime, but close to graduation…take care.

Sensei, love both the bears and the avatar.

Taters, glad Polar is cleaned up, even if it might have been a wee too much information there… :astonished: :upside_down_face: :smiley: :smiley:

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talkie, happy birthday to overlyboy. And the time for ‘that talk’ with Mom is needed, I think.
And hope the person understands why they weren’t hired and doesn’t despair/blame others.

Pilot, ah the ‘hurry up and wait’ part of the workingman’s day…

Niner, hope the Gov (if he stops) is suitably impressed by your library.

Have seven new polo shirts in size X-Large (which is an improvement, I’ve been wearing 2XL for a number of years) and some pens and post-it notes, so I can leave messages to myself. Think I’ll head over to the gym for some pre-soccer practice pedaling, also get a shower in while I’m at it (let somebody else pay the water bill) and then home until 5pm or so when it’s off to the soccer fields. Had my planned evening Cheeseburger early so I don’t have to mess up much tonight (might even get food from elsewhere).

Ok, onward.

I am so very sorry.

This.
Jeebus, there’s just so much crazy in the world. Seems almost too disrespectful to yak about our usual mundanities in the face of that.

IME from caregiving for several rounds of radiation, this is about par for the course. The experience of receiving treatment isn’t so bad, but the hit to the patient’s energy and ambition is huge. It’s also more than simply cumulative. E.g. if there’s to be 10 treatments, she’ll be a lot more than twice as tired after 10 as she was after just 5.

If it’s practical for someone to help her get there and back, and do some small stuff at her home so she doesn’t have to that will pay big dividends. The last thing you want is for the gathering fatigue to prevent the last few treatments from even happening at all.

Any well-kept house can stand to go untidied or unvacuumed for awhile. But about the time the lack of maintenance gets obvious is about the time the patient’s energy hits nadir and catching up is now overwhelming. That can spiral from living well to living in what feels like squalor pretty quickly. Which has its own baleful influence on morale. Better to head that off ahead of time if practical.

These boots are made for walkin’…
cause that’s what chickens do.

{{{Quietly}}} so sorry about your student! I feel so bad for all her family and friends.

We are enjoyin’ a very lazy day here at da cave. Nappage has been achieved and day drinkin’ out beside the ceemint pond is next on the agenda.

ETA: Coach love the chikin with the boots.

i have no words. i am so very sorry.

Today started off well enough. Very sunny and warm, with no wind. I decided to make oatmeal cookies, then realized we had no golden raisins, so off to the store to get some, plus a few other items. Came back, mixed up the dry ingredients, then creamed the sugars, butter and eggs. Dumped in the walnuts, oats and dried fruits and took a taste in for the wife, although I thought “gee, the bowl seems short for some reason.”

She pronounced it good and I went back to the kitchen where I spotted the flour and other ingredients still sitting in a separate bowl (headsmack). Went back to my wife to retrieve the beater for the mixer and started to explain what had happened, only to realize that I was unable to speak properly. “Flour” kept coming out as “four”, then “fewer”, then “flewer”.

Luckily, I had a bout of aphasia some years ago that accompanied a migraine aura, so I recognized what was happening. Last time it happened, I went to the ER because I thought I was having a stroke or a TIA. Of course, one never knows, so I took a couple of low-dose aspirin, lay down in a darkened room and closed my eyes. The aura came on almost immediately, which was actually a relief. After a few minutes, the wife asked how I was doing, and I recited part of the Gettysburg Address without issue. All better now, with just a mild residual headache.

Nothing like a bit of excitement to make the day more interesting. The cat was very concerned, which was touching.

I had exactly the same thing happen to me some ten-plus years back! I was on a break from a class I was taking and I was at McDonald’s getting lunch. There were narrow parking spaces labelled “motorcycle only” and I couldn’t process the word “motorcycle.” I could picture a motorcycle and I knew that’s what the spaces were for, but I could not process the letters and think of the word. Back in class I started developing a blind spot in one eye. “I’m having some trouble…” I tried to say to the instructor, but I couldn’t form the word “trouble.” I managed sounds like “tub” and “tulluh.” After a few seconds I went into the bathroom and sat there, controlling my panic, certain that I was having a stroke at the age of 22… Shortly after that, the godawful icepick-pain set in and I remembered that migraine auras were a thing. “Thank GOD,” I thought, “it’s only a migraine!”

All of which is to say: I get you, and I’m glad you had the context of experience so as not to panic!

The upside for me is that I don’t get the horrible headaches, just the aura. I get a mild headache afterward and generally feel tired is all.

That is a substantial upside! To my knowledge, that one time is the only migraine I’ve ever had. My mom struggled witch chronic migraines for years starting in her early 20s and I always dreaded that I’d wind up in that boat. Fortunately, it’s never repeated.

… Now that I’m saying that, I’m thinking about the blind spot I had. I do get occasional frustrating blind spots. I wonder if those are just painless aura migraines.

@silenus

You, her family and all the school will be in my thoughts :candle::candle::candle:as well as thoughts for healing strength for the boy and those caring for him :candle::candle::candle:.

@overlyverbose pilot’s advice and wisdom is worth it’s weight in gold, he earned that wisdom the long and hard way. I’ll be thinking healing & strength thoughts for you and your mom too :candle::candle::candle:.