Milligrams and milliliters aren’t the same measure. I can’t tell from your post what volume you inject with vs the volume you’re dispensed. You’re dispensed 6.0mL, are you saying you inject less than 0.20mL a day? I wonder if the pens aren’t calibrated properly or something.
One main reason I do my insulin syringe and vial … I had a pen go frisky and not deliver a dose at all … by the end of one week I should have been able to see the actual liquid level in the pen in the clear part of the barrel [going by 2 years of the same brand of med and same dose] so I did a shoot into a paper cup to see the liquid dispense and it dry fired [or whatever you would call it] One consult with my doc later, syringe and vial … and it is both less expensive and I can damned well see the meds slurp into the syringe and slorp out into my body.
I tend to view the pens with suspicion. I’m in the veterinary medical profession and we get pens donated for various medications. We either decant the contents to a different sterile vial, or some pens still have a port that can receive a needle and we just use no-waste insulin syringes.
With a spinal cord trauma I’d agree; however if the circulatory system is too weak for a ride, then it’s probably too weak for any procedure they’re sending pt to Hospital B for.
Opticoms can cut the time up to 25%; however even if the ambulance saves only 10% then the time is between 21-36 mins. The help didn’t take off for 26 mins & still needed time to get to Hospital B. So it was either longer or marginally shorter, in the worst case driving scenario.
(BTW, Hospital B owns the ambulance service & the helicopter.)
Security update to phone today. After it finished I went hiking in a gorge with spotty coverage, which only exacerbated the issue - The stoopit “update” turned off cellular data. :smack:
Having no coverage, or just limited phone but no data is common down there, but even climbing out to the road it still didn’t work. WTF? I toggle airplane mode to reset it, a couple of times, I even hard power it off. Finally I go into settings & find it. Did anyone QC this update??? :mad:
I’ve been having a real problem with anger issues lately. The littlest things set me off and I’ve been trying to react better to things. I just got upset over something to the point where I had to close my eyes and breath deep and count to thirty lest I punched a whole in the wall – and I still don’t know if I’m just overreacting.
Here’s the thing … I am never inconsiderate to people if I can help it so when people are inconsiderate to me, I lose my fucking shit. Here I am between a rock and a hard place because I need to talk to my sister about a favor I’d like her to do for me. I texted her this morning asking her when she would be free and she said we could talk, “tonight.” First of all, she is famous for her imprecision (What time? This afternoon. Yeah but what time? Oh, after lunch. Yes, but what time? Probably anytime after 1:00 or so. WHAT FUCKING TIME! … I digress).
So here I’ve been sitting around waiting for her to get back to me for the last eight fucking hours and I hadn’t heard anything. So I text her back – what’s up? “Oh, I’m not feeling well, can we talk tomorrow?”
What the fucking fuck? Goddamn it, were you fucking planning on telling me or were you just going to ignore me until I freaked out, like what happened? Jesus H., I don’t know what it is lately, but I have severe Rodney-itis. I can’t seem get anybody to give a shit about me one way or another these days and it’s starting to wear thin.
Oooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm …
Jack, that sounds like my family (and friends). Here’s the mantra that’s kept me sane:
*Nothing that I care deeply about is going to be as important to anyone else. *
That event that I’ve been counting the hours until? It’s optional to my friends. If they committed to coming along, it actually means “if we’re not busy, but if something else comes up, well…” The issue with my mom that I need all siblings and cousins on board with? “Ehhh…” And no, I never get a specific time communicated. I often text saying “Well, I’m at [that thing], if anyone can drop by!” I’ve listened to a lot of bands, and eaten alone in many restaurants, and gotten to like it (I often take a book along).
I’m picturing your sister on the couch, holding her tummy, thinking…“Was there something else I had going on today? God, I hope not… Oh, a text from Jack. I can’t deal with this…”
You are a very wise person, digs. It took me many years to figure that out, but yeah, my plans are only important to me and maybe the people I can drag along with me and that’s only because they know that they can’t get out of it.
Being a forward looking person, I know that Halloween is coming. It happens the same time every year, so costumes need to be prepared. This year, I want to be Lola while my BB is Tony. (Her name was Lola, she was a dancer…). Should be pretty easy, I have the yellow feathers for my hair, but I want one of those t-shirts that has a busty, naked girl shape and I can’t find one anywhere.
Help me out dopers. I need to wear something outrageous under my “dress cut down to there”.
Perfect example. I’d be rolling my eyes soooo hard at being in a Barry Manilow song for Halloween…
So you’d have to deal with finding/making costumes AND dealing with a partner that was just not taking it seriously.
(Now, if you promise me I can build something from a Miyazaki film next year…ooh, maybe a Catbus!
Pics or it didn’t happen. 
You’re most likely right, but I still get pissed when it seems to happen over and over. Maybe it’s my own confirmation bias.
Anyway, maybe I need to start journalizing again; just writing this out helped calm me down and gain perspective.
Song was released in 1978 But THAT [the tragic incident with Tony and Rico] was thirty years ago, when they used to have a show… Maybe consider having BB play Tony as a zombie returned from the grave (still in his bartender outfit, with maybe a single bloody bullet hole). Lola could look similarly, the worse for wear after 69 years, beneath her dress cut down to there.
nm. Double post.
A damn stomach virus has been working it’s way through my family. The Boy last week, me on Friday, and my wife last night.
I had an interview this morning which was not easy to prep for when everything makes me want to barf.
It would be if he were an employee; however they had him on as an ‘independent contractor’. Which among other things means that the laws about final checks, etc don’t apply. 
I was so excited this weekend to see my mom! So excited. She’s had a horrendously shitty year, one illness after the other culminating in a broken, dislocated shoulder which was just replaced at the end of July. Finally she was well enough she wanted to see her grandkids. The last time she saw them my son came down with a fever of 105, so they really weren’t able to hang out for obvious reasons. And both prior and after that, my mom had been so ill she was in the hospital for over a week.
So we go. We’re excited and making plans for what we’ll do Saturday. All of a sudden, I’m the one feeling just a bit “off.” That off feeling turns into cramping and fever. Finally I was so uncomfortable I went to urgent care. Three hours later, I leave with a prescription to treat my bladder infection. I eagerly take my antibiotics, which was apparently about the same as detonating a bomb in my stomach. Oh, well - popped a couple of motrin and some medication that eases the discomfort (while turning your pee traffic-cone orange) and managed to take the kids somewhere fun, so at least they and my mom had a good time. Until…
This morning, my daughter came to me saying her finger still hurt (she fell on it Thursday and said she wanted to wait to see the doctor). Now I suspect it is probably broken. So today I will haul my sick, vomitrocious butt to the orthopedist so they can look at her potentially broken finger. If broken, this will be the fourth visit to the orthopedist since April - once for a broken ankle (gymnastics), another time for a broken pinkie (softball) and yet another for Sever’s Disease (bones can’t keep up with tendons).
Fucking life gets in the way of fucking everything, doesn’t it?
To add insult to injury and TMI to TMI, I started my period this morning, so am now hunched up over my laptop, trying not to hurl in between trips to the bathroom to pee. Tah-dah!
If I have somehow misrepresented my BB and made him sound like the sort of person who has been waiting his whole life to play at being in a Barry Manilow song, I am sorry. I must have been drunk or something, because I am certainly not married to someone like that.
Every partnership has its own set of rules. One of our rules is that when asked by 1 partner, the other one has the obligation to wear what the first person asks, go to the event, be charming and appear to have a good time. This happens to be an event that he has to attend and I picked Lola and Tony because he already has a black tux and I have my shimmery gold cocktail dress from the Christmas party. While it is slit down to there, it has laces which I kept tight because I’m not comfortable with showing the amount of skin that a showgirl would at this sort of event, hence the t-shirt.
This is the most awesome idea I have ever heard! I love it! Tacky and tasteless as well as funny and probably pretty easy to do! Thank you SO much!!! (a little make-up, tell my BB that he doesn’t have to wear his vest and that I’m going to destroy that stiff collared shirt that he hates so much, it will be great!)
IMDB “The Bad Batch” (2016) is not “a love story” or “science fiction”. Have you lost your fucking minds? I couldn’t watch more than 20 minutes of it before I had to turrn it off. Young girls are brutally dismembered alive by cannibals. I specifically try to avoid this type of movie. And there is nothing sci-fi about a movie just because it’s set in the future.
Delighted to have been of service. 
The warm glow of validation I derive from my suggestion meeting with your approval will sustain me in the coming days as I strive to get that damn song out of my head. 
We’re going to need pictures, **flatlined[/B!