Well, I did NOT want to see the following words in my June 30 mammo report:
“spiculated density…recommend further evaluation…ultrasound should also be obtained.”
Had my first colonoscopy on Thursday. I suppose you could say it went well, but one of the results is an external papilloma that the doctor wants surgically removed. No idea why he didn’t do it while he was poking around. So now I have to arrange another hospital visit, and see if my bestie is willing and able to do another work-from-home day to play transport since, apparently, a cab is not good enough.
Grrrr.
That’s my usual, viva (cysts, which have been there for as long as the tits have); may your ultrasound also come up clean.
And now to report a death in the family—our toaster oven, which was getting close to being able to vote, will not be down to make breakfast.
Now to break out the spare…
My building’s lawn care service has taken to Sunday mornings for their weekly visit. Seriously? Sundays? Two weed whackers and two leaf blowers, echoing around the courtyard. What a way to wake up! At least they’re here and gone in about 20 minutes.
I would have a talk with building management. That is not acceptable.
Fucking migraines. My poor husband is upstairs coping with one right now.
Well, I am very fibrocystic in that area, so I will assume that’s what it is for now. Thanks.
I get them once or twice a year. I was making the long drive home from Connecticut on Thursday evening, about to cross the Tappan Zee bridge in NY, when I noticed the telltale flickering in my peripheral vision.
Thankfully it wasn’t full-on nausea-inducing strength, but the next hour and a half on the road were far from pleasant.
He has my sympathy. Migraines are no fun.
Ugh, I feel for your husband. Mine are usually hormone-induced and hit about the same time every month. Sucks being a girl.
My washing machine crapped out on me this morning, of course on a Sunday when the apartment office is closed. It was almost done with the last load I needed to do when it stubbornly refused to go into the final spin cycle. Fortunately it was sheets in the wash so I was able to pull them out, give them a wring, and toss them into the dryer. I just hope they can get out here tomorrow or Tuesday, I should be OK for a couple of days.
Mini Rant The First (for today!): Mother, you know I love you very, very much. And I give you credit - you’ve really made an effort to improve in this area. But please, please, please quit with the politics. We don’t agree on politics, mostly. That isn’t apt to change in the near term. So, when you visit, could we please not discuss politics? There are zillions of other topics that we can talk about - family, friends, religion, books, the price of tea in China - just not politics. We don’t have to agree with one another on any subject, and we can have perfectly civil conversations and debates about everything else on the planet, but not politics. And I’m okay with that, if you’ll just quit bringing your latest disagreement with the Powers that Be.
Which brings me to Rant the Second (for today): My son is enrolled in advanced classes, and is therefore required to complete various summer enrichment projects, due on the first day of school. For his English (!!!???) class summer assignment, he’s required to complete a report on a book - by Bill O’Reilly! I told the Boy that he would have to find the book at the library, or find a used copy, because I will not purchase a copy and put even the smallest amount of pocket change in that man’s bank account, even if it means that I have to spend my time and gas money discussing this with teachers, administrators, or the board of education. This is my line in the sand. What the hell literary value can one draw from Bill O’Fucking Reilly that wouldn’t be better served from Jonathan Swift, or The Federalist Papers, or Upton Sinclair? I could see a certain, tiny amount of logic if this were for a government or current affairs class, but for an English class? The hell?
I keep a pair of midrin, 3 colchicine enteric coated tablets, 150 mg indocin in one of those pillbottles on my keychain. I am good for dealing with impromptu crap right away. If I can interdict the pseudogout flare or the migraine the instant I get the first inkling it is going to hit I can save myself a world of pain.
Must be contagious, my washer started making weird noises in spin. Maintenance should be here tomorrow afternoon. Renting the machinery from the apartment complex does have advantages. 
Hope yours turns out to be minor and quick to fix.
It’s 107 degrees today. We have a swamp cooler, not full house A/C, and it’s barely keeping up.
And SOME … person in the neighborhood decided to set off a long string of firecrackers at 1:30 IN THE FREAKIN’ MORNING!
Housemate?
I get accidents happen- so someone knocked my prescription skin treatment off the shelf in the bathroom, and the vacuum seal broke, so it’s pouring out the bottom. It sucks, but OK, it happens. The container is a very top heavy design, and easy to knock over.
That does not mean the correct response is to simply stick it back on the shelf without saying anything. There’s blobs of the stuff all over the floor and all over the shelf, and it poured out again when I picked it up. It’s really not as though you didn’t realise it’d bust, seeing as none of you are actually blind or entirely stupid.
It’s pretty obvious it’s mine- I do have a severe skin condition after all, and you all know I’m seeing a dermatologist every week at the moment. So, just freaking tell me, so I can a) try and work out a way of saving the cream, and b) not have to spend half an hour cleaning the mess up when I’ve just gone to have a shower. That’d be great.
Belated reply to say yes, I’m in Scotland so it’s unlikely, but I’ll pay more attention to any religious texts that come through from now on!
Hows your husband getting on with the husband of that couple now - I think they worked together?
Well, a lot of things have been on my mind lately and I want to get them out.
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Why were the computers at work set up so that no one, not even IT, can change the mouse settings? I loathe tap-to-click with a fiery passion and I can’t turn the stupid thing off. I can’t even change the sensitivity. Why? Why did anyone think it would make anything better by forcing the feature on people?
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Husband, I’m sorry for being irrational. I know, in my head, that if I want things, I should ask for them. I’m sorry for being a butthead at the pool yesterday while I waited and waited for you to take over baby duty so that I could swim and got mad when you didn’t when I never asked for you to. I don’t know why I’m being that way and I’m trying to stop. In the meantime, can you try offering to help me with Baby?
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I want to lose weight. I was in the middle of losing weight when I got pregnant. I’ve already lost the small amount I gained while pregnant but I still have about 100lbs to go and I don’t know how to get started. All I can think about is how all my problems are because I’m fat. Trying to get exercise after working a full day, picking up Baby and driving and hour and a half to get home has been very challenging. I can’t talk to my doctor about it because my insurance very clearly does not cover weight loss treatments. I feel hopeless and then I see a post on the Internet about how it’s all my fault and definitely within my power to change. Yeah, great job Internet, I feel much more empowered to change my health for the better. Thanks.
Thank you!
So, the husband is out of the office at the moment, but before he left two things happened; one, he and my boyfriend were down to communicating solely via email (from six feet apart…), and two, their boss sat everyone (five of them total) down for a coming to Jesus meeting. At the meeting former friend aired three grievances, during the last of which he pointed at my boyfriend and said “I just don’t know why he thinks he can tell me what to do.”
There was much confused blinking as the boss and my boyfriend tried to figure out why this 22-years-of-experience guy didn’t realize that yes, the DEPUTY DIRECTOR can indeed tell him what to do. (sigh)
Allegedly the guy is Going Through Stuff at home, but really that doesn’t explain why he’s throwing away such a close friendship, or why he’s suddenly forgotten basic organizational structure. I mean, his comment was SO BIZARRE.
It’ll be interesting to see what, if anything, changes when he comes back at the end of the month.
:o Diagnosed my washer when unloading it. An escaped underwire had apparently stuck itself in the agitator.
Is it death to appliances month?
The frig is ailing. It’s not completely dead, just acting weird. It started with a “something that moves (like a fan) is not happy” noise whenever the door was shut. Then the back started frosting up. Defrosted it (it was frostless) and it’s keeping things mostly cold, but the LED readout is not responding very well. It’s only about a year old (no warranty - bought new at auction) so I suspect the computer controls got fried when Arthur played with our power last week.
The good part is that I had to clean out all the nasty moldy stuff from the back. 
The bad part is it’s not likely to be a cheap fix, especially since the repair guy has an hour one way trip just to get here. They charge for that. 
we don’t want those folks either, they complain about how humid it is. send them out west to like Death Valley.