Update: this seems to be a widespread issue. Note that the site is NOT down. I can reach my personal Wall and the Walls of friends or groups I follow, but nothing that aggregates content from multiple pages or groups is showing up.
I suppose the good news is that it’s not just me. The bad news, however, is that it’s not just me. Oy.
Mine has been acting wonky the last few days too. I haven’t been missing chunks like you, but there are moments where I cannot reply nor like anything.
Something was running around on our roof around four a.m. today, which woke up my husband and me, grr. I’m pretty sure it was a squirrel. (Also pretty sure it didn’t get into the attic, because we’ve had that pest-proofed.)
Haven’t seen that happen, but FB has been behaving itself today. I don’t know what yesterday’s issue was, but I also haven’t gone looking to find out.
That is one of my pet peeves as well. I especially hate it when I see one of those electric carts blocking a handicapped spot. Grrrrr!
My real rant, though is cat related. Of course. Steve is getting cuddly. With humans. This is very worrisome, I’m afraid that he’s getting close so he can figure out how to best kill us in our sleep.
Or, maybe he is sick and trying to tell us that he needs help in the only way he can.
If I stop posting, you all can stop worrying about Steve being sick!
How old is Steve? Older cats really start appreciating extra warmth, and their providing body heat is one of benefits of owning humans, right after opening canned cat food and emptying litter boxes.
Steve is the house feral. People are predators, not friends, as far as he’s concerned. This is a BIG behavior shift.
Hey, flatlined, how’s Steve’s kitten doing?
We have a car port with a metal roof. Birds like to fly up there and crack nuts on it.
Let me preface my rant by saying that I am trying MADLY to save for a holiday to Vietnam (already booked) in November.
IT HAS BEEN A SHITTY THREE WEEKS…
So first I got sick (gastro) and couldn’t work for two days (no work, no pay), then my car needed a service and cost me a gazillion dollars more than I expected. It’s still not right, so will be going back to the mechanic this week…but anyway.
Then I had a couple of skin cancers cut off and the bill from the doc and the pathology labs nearly gave me a coronary (I’ve never been charged for path or doc procedures before, don’t know why it has suddenly changed).
Then in the mail last week I got a fucken SPEEDING TICKET, my first in over 20years. Doing 7km over the limit cost me $195 thankyewverymuch. Gah.
Then yesterday in a shopping-centre car-park there were two of us backing out at the same time and BINGLE. The other driver didn’t even cop a scratch, I’ve got a broken rear-light guard.
Then TODAY it seems I am being audited by the Tax Office…from 2014. After providing all my info and bank statements and shit, there is a $31 discrepancy between my declared income and that income that the Tax Office has on file. WTF???
So not only am I a friggin crim for getting a speeding ticket, I’m now a tax avoider too.
Can someone send me a cake (with an angle-grinder enclosed) for when I am incarcerated for my sins? Thanks.
Mine is back to normal now. There was an update according to my feed. But of course.
The midterm of my Certified Professional Coder course is on Tuesday and I feel completely unprepared. I’ve been working with these codes for twenty years. But getting certification is another matter. The anatomy and physiology is killing me and I took A&P in high school and college! They said it would “come back” and it bloody well hasn’t. The diagnosis coding has become much more specific under ICD-10. I’ve spent all damn summer studying and still am struggling because it’s so detailed.
The rest of today will be spent in review and tabbing and notating the hell out of my ICD-10 and CPT books. Fortunately, the exam is open-book, and you can write anything in the books that you want. It’s allowed, because no one is expected to remember all of the rules, because they’re BLOODY CRAZY. “Code pregnancy first, almost all the time, except these two situations and when the charge nurse has on patterned scrubs. Code chronic pain first, unless the patient also has diabetes or a hangnail on his left pinkie, but not if it’s on his right pinkie or the full moon was on a Tuesday.”
headdesk
Every time I come to my mom’s house, an article of clothing goes missing. I cannot figure out why. Poltergeist, maybe?
Always code diabetes first (as E11) unless there’s an underlying cause, like irrational hatred of lima beans. In that case, use a Z code, unless they have brown eyes.
I had a kidney stone attack 3 weeks ago. No big deal - it’s the fifth one I’ve had so I knew what was happening. The CT scan in the ER showed that it was a large one, and they sent me home with a prescription for an opiod painkiller (hydromorphone) and sent all the info to my regular doctor. Saw him, and got a referral to a urologist, who said it was likely too big to pass on its own and set me up for lithotripsy to break the stone up. All set up for the procedure, X-ray done, and the doctor informs me that they can’t see the stone anywhere in the X-ray to target it for the lithotripsy. So I’m waiting for it to make itself known again or possibly pass on its own (three of the previous four seem to have done so). Luckily the pain only lasted a few days and was never too bad, because the hydromorphone had no apparent effect on it at all.
On the other hand, I’m Canadian so the whole thing has cost me $7 - $4 for the co-pay on the prescription and $3 for parking at the urologist.
Dear friends finally got their Florida Retirement Dream House built this year… on Sanibel Island.
He drove his Mid-Life Convertible back up north last week, so they’re safe, but I’m not betting the house on the house.
Ouch! My mother has a winter place just over in Ft. Myers, a couple of miles inland, and my stepsister, who lives two houses away, said that they have been warned of possible 6-9 foot storm surge.
Crap, that’s higher than the entire island. Top of the biggest hill is less than 3 meters.
Steve is at least 7 years old and as Morgyn so kindly remembered (and thanks for that Morgyn, I’m seriously flattered that you remembered about Steve and his kitten.) has been a house feral for the last 6.
He fell in love with a non-descript gray kitten we were fostering (who is doing just fine and not acting like she is worried about Steve at all) and of course, we had to keep his kitten. She is a lovey-dovey cat and loves her slaves or anyone else who has opposable thumbs, which kinda forced Steve to interact with humans.
Steve used to only be in the same room as humans if his kitten was there. After a while, he would come out for gooshy fud or treats, but we couldn’t get close to him.
Having him jump on the couch to sit next to us is a huge change. We are really worried, but having a vet see him will involve drugs and/or trapping him and then drugging him just to get blood.
Which will set the goodwill/trust meter back to zero if this is just a big step forward in make-friendly-with-the-servants attitude.
Oh…he just luvs you for caring…take it as a compliment…as you know cats chose slaves…you don’t get a choice in the matter!!