Let me get this straight: He doesn’t think he needs to be clean, but he needs the tub to be clean? That is some fine neuro-atypical kid thinking there. You are a saint.
FCM sis has the hair idea exactly. Simply fetching.
IMO/IME Boo nailed it just above. The working conditions that Cesar Chavez and the United Farm Workers were fighting against back in the 1960s were arguably better than what the current home health & elder care industry is doing today 60 years later.
If I saw her, I’d definitely say something. That’s an absolutely stunning look!
Just watch out for splinters from that pic-a-nic table. Or so I’ve heard. 
It’s April 6, and I just had to close up the house and turn in the a/c - it’s 89-stoopit-degrees here!!!
Boo, it sounds like you’re slowly crawling out of the Tunnel of Pain (now at amusement parks everywhere). I hope this is the worst of it.
I was just now saying that to a friend of mine with chronic pain. Docs vow to do no harm, but pain can slow healing and increase the likelihood of infection. Somebody needs to get this figured out.
Did you mean the FDA?
FCM, your sister’s hair is breathtaking. I’m in awe.
Or you might get a Boo-Boo.
You beat me, FCM: I caved and turned the a/c on last night. Sometime after dinner I realized that even with the windows open and a fan running I was sweating, the dog was panting, and the thermostat said 80…NOPE! Plus, I knew it would be in the 70s overnight and pretty warm/humid today (at 2:20pm it’s 84). We’re supposed to get thunderstorms later, with an overnight low dipping to 48 – and the next few days will be on the cool side – so I imagine that I’ll turn the heat back on before I go to bed.
Last night’s volunteer-related meeting wound up going really well: the woman I met with wound up confirming ahead of time, and joined the Zoom on time! She was easy to talk with, too, and we quickly agreed on a path forward for the issue at hand. We were done in less than 45 minutes. That’s my kind of meeting! 
I had another pre-protein-shake banana this morning! 
Woot!
Therapy was also this morning, and on the way home I stopped – don’t be shocked! – at a grocery store. I was proud of myself for remembering that I have a blood draw in the morning for labs including my fasting glucose and A1C, and therefore not getting a cupcake. The A1C is a three-month average, so at this point there’s nothing I can do about that one, but I can at least try to have a respectable fasting blood sugar level. 
I was also proud of myself for remembering to stop by the pharmacy and get more rapid COVID tests. One of my BFFs is immunocompromised, and I always test at home before I go to her house: I’ll be going there on Sunday, and as of last week all of the tests I had were expired. I don’t get my prescriptions there, but after a quick check of my insurance coverage they gave me 8 free tests – all good until November, by which time I’m hoping that testing before seeing my friend will no longer be required. 
The next few days should be on the slow/quiet side for me: I have no plans this weekend except Easter dinner with the BFFs, and – while I do have some volunteer-related stuff to do – I don’t have another volunteer-related meeting until the 17th. Yay!
Both parts of this exchange amused me way more than they should have! 
Oh no!!! 
That it is! Sounds like mostly good stuff, though…?
Methinks that was more delaying tactic than anything germ/dirt-related… 
Afternoon all. The leak detector guy was here and pretty much confirmed where the problem was, so it is taped off and awaiting the plumber tomorrow, who will evaluate it and tell me when they can come and what it’s going to cost. Since it involves both carpeting and drywall work, I have also filed an insurance claim, don’t know if I’ll go through with it but best to be prepared. The Leak detector guy says a lot of the houses around me have some of the same problems, apparently the contractor who built them didn’t do all that great a job on the piping…albeit it did take 25 years for problems to show up. Ah well, at least progress is being made.
FCM, sounds like you had the heat we had yesterday. Only 74F here today. And wish I had enough hair to make coloring worth it. And scritches to Taz.
BBBoo, sounds like not living in a group setting may be my best option, even with the plumbing woes.And good on ya for sticking to your guns and getting things resolved, not just for you but for many others.
Hippy, that’s interesting. we have 2-3 new car washes going up here along with the several that have been around for awhile, I have no idea why we need so many, but I bet I can get a good deal like that if I wanted to.
Niner, hope everything goes according to plan (Life: “HA”).
nellie, I’d look into a job as a dog-walker, you get company for your walks. But small dogs only…you dragging a Rottweiler around would be scary…
Stay well, Cookie
Dicey, if I ever make it to Switzerland (so far I’ve been to Zurich airport twice), that Museum is on my list to visit.
OK, now get to watch the weather for the next couple of hours to see if we can have soccer practice today or not. From the future predictions, it ain’t looking good. So may have to stay home and do some more house-cleaning.
Take care all.
Yeah! It’s just like… I’ve never had a job where this kind of thing happened/was expected of me before? I’ve always had “here is your work, do your work” type jobs. Often with a lot of freedom and responsibility within the bounds of “your work!” But this whole “go to conferences, network with people, create policy, set direction for your department, choose your projects” type deal is new and scary. It’s fine! I’ll adapt, or I’ll get a job mopping floors somewhere instead!
Nope. DEA = Drug Enforcement Agency. They are the folks that regulate doctors’ prescription-writing authority for the Scheduled narcotics. And they are the agency behind the clampdown on “pill mill” doctors who delivered the opioid crisis to the USA. Which clampdown has all the legit PCPs running terrified of losing their license for prescribing opioids to any of their patients more than some policeman behind some desk someplace might later decide is too much.
My late first wife was on fentanyl patches for 8 years for her extensive cancer mets. With various supplemental morphine and other pills used rarely. We had a treasure trove of high end (and low-end) opioids in our house. Her oncologist was happy to give us what we wanted when we wanted it. As over the years we’d established responsible use, not drug-seeking.
Our PCP, who knew us, and my wife’s case, just was well as the onco was terrified of prescribing anything more than low-end codeine in very limited quantities, lest the Feds rip her license. Attitudinally she believed untreated pain was one of the scourges of modern US medical practice. But practically she was largely unwilling to run the professional / legal risks necessary to do the medically right thing. Fortunately, except once or twice when scheduling of office visits and med pickups went awry we really didn’t need much from her in the pain meds department.
Oncologists have more or less carte blanche from DEA. Any other specialties, not so much.
I’ve got a friend that regularly does both her and her husband’s hair, but she’s a relatively new friend so the most I’m doing is asking advice at the moment.
My step- mom was an LPN at nursing homes for about 20 years and I remember it being very much the same when she was working. She passed away 14 years ago and I’m sad to hear that nothing has changed.
Thank you. And yep, I don’t get my kid and his thinking. The joys of neurodivergence.
With him, anything is possible. But, it is also something he does every time. And he won’t take a shower. It has to be a bath. I try to tell him he wouldn’t have to worry about washing out the tub if he showers but he flat out refuses.
It was close to that here yesterday. Today is 51 and I just want to curl under a blanket!
Progress is a wonderful thing. I’m glad you’re finally getting to the bottom of the mysterious wet spot.(Gods, I think I’ve been spending too much time in the gutter cavern…)
Right now, I’m sitting in the office for the Autism and Depression study that BtY is doing. I love participating in studies like this, not just because we get paid for them but because I’m a big believer in science and doing whatever I can to help push forward knowledge and understanding. It always surprises me how grateful PIs sound whenever I express interest in a study. I guess I can’t get why more people wouldn’t be interested in doing something like this.
We were going to stop and see Dad on the way home but he texted to say not to stop by today. I’m hoping that means he’s going to be in PT, but I’m not sure. I’m planning on going over tomorrow and probably over the weekend. I did find out that the tentative plan is for him to go home on the 14th. Which works with my schedule. Now we just need to hips or all works out.
I also got a text from my BFF saying that she was bringing up some furniture for me. She helps out with a consignment 2 or 3 times a year. Anything that’s left at the end of the sale is sold for $1. She picked up a lift recliner for me, asking with a coffee table. Last time, she got a chair and a loveseat. She is the most awesome person and I don’t deserve to have her in my life.
Since I finished my book, I think I’ll pull up “Finding Neverland” to do a bit more testing done.
If overstimulation is one of his challenges, I could imagine all the water spray hitting his skin might be a bit much.
I know that’s what I love about showers: the intense stimulation of lots of skin being poked by lots of spiky water. And all that overwhelming heat. By contrast a bath is boring as hell. As in: “Ok I’m wet now. Next?”
For him the bath might be the mellow experience he needs.
It’s a nurse thing. We’ll see how it all plays out in the long run. At least I kvetched enough to enough people that they looked into it to find out the phone system was broken and no one was being responded to. Something fell through a pretty big crack there and no one in charge noticed.
As I understand it it is the outcome of federal DEA mandates and sequelae like the strictures and sanctions levied by state medical boards that has prescribers paralyzed and humans in pain left in the abyss. This article details some of that:
Sorry that that article is so eye-crossingly dense and obtuse. My young family member who is a newly credentialed physician lays it squarely in the DEA’s lap. They have a fair amount of ire for Big Pharma’s obscene profit hunger and shameful lobbyists and politicians too. As usual, it’s the littlest guy that pays the piper.
The FDA deals more with drug purity and what is an on label use.
From the other side, this effect is exactly what my family member physician is saying.
I’ve been looking for my Oakley OO sunglasses, which I bought new in the '90s, for months. Maybe longer. I’ve just found them.
They look like this, with the brown lenses, but my frame is bronze instead of the platinum shown in the picture.
Now I need to find the ‘sock’ they go into.
I do as many of those as I can as well, knowing as a nurse how important they are to move medical science and optimal treatments and prevention forward. Literally any day I’ll be called in to a new Covid vaccine booster study for older folks. It’s to study the optimal booster dose for one of the two US vaccines. The pay is nice but it isn’t why I do it.
I’m also trying to pay back the system since a kid of mine practiced on other peoples’ mother’s for 9 years of medical school, residency and fellowship, I’m now encouraging other people’s kids to practice on me.
That’s why my root canal Tuesday was done by a resident at my nearby Dental College. It takes longer because every step is supervised by a professor but it’s worth it to me to support emerging professionals. That it is also several hundred dollars cheaper is a side bonus.
You can’t leave us in suspense like that. Where the heck were they all these months? Pocket of a jacket you “never” wear except that once? Inside that daypack you only use in summertime?
The sky has opened!! According to the nice weather guessers on channel 7, it should be gone by 6:30, so half an hour.
We’re going out for breakfast in the morning, then my sweetie will work in his shop and I hope to futz in the yard a bit. Meanwhile, I’m crocheting another octopus!
You know how we pulled the 26-inch TV to use until we got the new 65-inch after the old 65-inch died? Well, I put the little TV back into my room. I was looking for a case for the safety razor I put into the Dopp kit I’m building. I didn’t find the case, but there were my shades sitting next to the TV.
I must have put them there so that I’d be sure not to lose them.
And you didn’t! Success!
So I dreamed that people were bringing in pallets of Halloween stuff to stock my store 6 months early, there was an Inception style couch within a couch within a couch, and a herd of hippos stampeded across Raleigh and were pooping in a line into a ditch. Damn that was some good cough syrup. 
Yeah, good choice.
Wow. I hope the knee(and stomach) isn’t too bad
{{{{BBBoo}}}}
Because you can’t lose what you can’t find in the first place.