He said, “Yeah, maybe you should wait…” and before I could take a breath to say anything - I was going to say that, actually, with post-partum crap, I might even be worse later - he said, “No, you know what? You’re not making dinner.” And then he started talking about the other people who could help her (“help her”, she doesn’t actually do much at all) and how I’ve done enough for them. When she was in the ICU and then in transitional care, I was bringing his dad down every single week, every Wednesday, to see her. I was also calling for updates every day, and then less often as her situation became less dire, and blogging for their non-local family. Setting up care conferences with her medical team, advising him on decision making, researching when the family had questions about things, organizing and executing her 50th birthday/welcome home party, etc. And I did all that freely and without complaint because I could do it and it meant a lot to my husband and to her other son who I adore.
But it occurred to me from time to time, and especially after the fact, that I was putting an awful lot into all this for somebody who once had a drunken rant about me, to my husband, about something I never even said (she was remembering some incident with an ex of his from YEARS ago and somehow attributing that to me) and tried to tell him he could do better and shouldn’t be with me. That was when he decided we just shouldn’t bother with them anymore.
And then everything happened and we kind of threw ourselves back into their lives and I would be perfectly content to just go back to not talking to them which, aside from the favor yesterday, I’ve managed to do for the last several months. His dad’s health isn’t the greatest and my husband feels like they should spend time together while they can so they have weekly visits that I skip for whatever reason my husband feels like giving them and now we’re both happy.
The update on her condition yesterday is that the treatment is holding, the aneurysm she had developed is still gone, and she doesn’t have to be back for three years. So that gives them a long time to find another ride.
I was already annoyed this morning by my neighbor putting up Halloween decorations already. Including carved pumpkins that will be a stinky pile of goo long before Halloween ever gets here. And then I went to the grocery store… and they had Christmas stuff out. :mad:
Luckily we finally left. Unluckily, we went to an autoparts store to browse. I have no idea why. Oh, well, My FIL is now gone off to somewhere else.
But now I have some sort of virus. I went to bed at 9 last night and woke at 7 with the kids, only to have to go back to bed at 10:30 until 1. I feel hot and flushed and dizzy and disgusting. Fucking virus.
I have an ocular migrane. The tunnel vision is so bad that everything that isn’t in my 6 inch focus circle is covered with flashing lights and shiny distortion. Back in my mis-spent youth, I used to pay good money for these sort of effects, now they are just really flipping annoying and are ticking me off.
At least I don’t get the sick painful headaches that most migrane sufferers do.
PHS, you have my sympathy about having to move. Is there any way that you can rent to buy? No, probably not, else you wouldn’t be moving.
The first place I owned was a trailor. It still had the hitch attached and had ugly carpet and very bad insulation and avadado green kitchen appliances, but it was very cheap and came with a little bit of land for a garden. Is that an option for you?
I’m not trying to be rude and I’m certainly not calling you trailor trash, but it seems as though you need a cheap place where you can have your cats and maybe a little garden, and an extra room for TOS’s stuff. Trailors aren’t really that bad once you get used to living in a straight line.
I was due today. But on Thursday, they said ‘I dunno, the 5th maybe? That would be the first possible date’.
I am so ready to be done with pregnancy AND the accompanying diabetes. I want ice cream. I am sick of watching other people eat it. I am eating all the bagels and all the ice cream the second my little tenant vacates the premises.
Me, too! I’d always heard of “migraine auras” and they sounded soft and ethereal and, y’know, part of a headache. So for years I assumed my glowing geometric patterns were just a brain tumor. Yeah, seriously…
Imagine my shock when I Google Image Searched “migraine aura” and saw the first image on this web site.Right there was the familiar pattern that I’d been seeing for years! Tears came to my eyes and I shouted, in my worst Ahh-nold accent** “It’s not a tu-mah!”**
So I’m still a little relieved when I get them, but also annoyed-- mine’s only near the center, and the cool “Trapezoids On Acid” are always right where I’m trying to read, and I have to give up driving or reading for an hour or so.
In ophthalmology, seems like we usually call them a “scintillating scotoma,” with a scotoma being a “blind spot” or nearly so. Much more accurate term. (I get them as well, thankfully minus the actual migraine these days.)
:eek: Jesus Mary Joe and the rest of the gang… the only time I’ve known a just-widowed person to move out of the house that fast it’s been because they were either moving in with one of their children, or moving back home after being with one of their children during the deceased’s illness
I don’t think they’ve really thought it through. I hope they haven’t really thought it through, cos if they have, they’re damn shitty people to have in the family.
I’m pissed off and fed up with the way they exchange houses in the UK. It has been 2 months since I accepted an offer on the house, and we still haven’t exchanged. I was aiming for the end of September when my work contract ends, and booked the packers and everything. I was hassling the lawyer this week and she complained that my wife (who is already in NZ) had not signed the paperwork. I pointed out (for the third time) that her firm held the Power of Attorney so that they could sign for her. Now she won’t give me an update on the exchange, but I am damn sure we can’t exchange Monday. So the house is now empty apart from our double bed, I had to borrow some cutlery (and buy a can opener) to eat, and I don’t know how long I will be like this before I can book a ticket and fly out. At least I had some help to get the house mostly clean today and all the shit to the dump. I could get out in a day or so if I had to. At least I’ll have some time to sort out other things like final readings and sort things out with the bank.
And my wife has some (possibly) scary health issues happening which just does not help either.
No big, except . . . tonight the son of the people I’m dogsitting for decided to come watch football at his parents’ house. This is annoying and a little bit freaky, because I had to work until 9-- so I come “home” and can’t park in the garage or the drive, because some idiot has blocked the drive. Also, said idiot has not turned on a single light in the house, so it’s hard to be sure if anyone is in the house.
My suspicions of who was visiting were confirmed as soon as I walked in the house.
Unrelated: cramps suck and can die in a fire.
I tried to make this a proper rant, but I’m too tired. So bullet points:
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[li]World Rabies Day: free rabies vaccines and microchipping for anyone who wanted them[/li][li]Working the processing table for 8 hours, when I wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place[/li][li]Having a volunteer who, every once in a while, just starts changing the processing order. “Why are doing it like that now?” “Oh, I don’t know. I just did.”[/li][li]Having a volunteer with bad informtion who has to be told several times to stop telling people things that are wrong even though you already gave them the correct information[/li][li]People who don’t listen[/li][li]Running out of triplicate forms and having to send runners to the copier that’s back in the office while we are out in the parking lot[/li][li]People who don’t think they have to control their small dogs because they are small or who think it’s just so cute their little dog is lunging and growling at the big dog, but then get upset when the big dog growls back. Hello! Dogs don’t see size the way we do. [/li][/ul]
That being said, I am thankful for all the people we had who came out and helped. Even the irritating ones. I’m thankful there were no dog fights, given the sheer number of dogs that were there, standing in line, some for hours. I’m thankful we only had one serious bite out of the hundreds of dogs that were vaccinated and chipped today. I’m thankful I’m home now, having a beer.
I’m all better now. A little washed out, and complaining that I wasted the day.
Digs, I also thought I had a brain tumor when I started getting them. I also get smells. Usually, when I start smelling orange blossoms I know to take some benadryl. You are so right, it sounds so mild and nice.
Fuck that, when I can’t see to read, I get all sorts of upset.
Ferret Herder Do you have any advice as how to stop them? Even though I know what is happening, it still just ticks me off and scares me. What if it really is brain cancer now?
This would more than annoy me. I would probably let them know I wasn’t comfortable with him being there when I was there. I mean, what if he just decided to come by while you were in the shower or sleeping? You are being paid to keep their house and dogs secure. How can you be expected to do that if he is coming and going as he pleases?
I’d see a neurologist if you haven’t already, to work on general migraine prevention/looking for triggers, etc. The neurologist may or may not recommend seeing an ophthalmologist just to make sure there isn’t anything actually going wrong inside your eyes too. Otherwise, it’s basically just a migraine but localized to your retina.
Wow, you sound all doctorish and stuff in this post. It was my opthalmologist who told me what was going on. I had a consult with a neuro guy who said what you did.
This is a minor annoyance for me, so I’m not taking anything for them. I do have a lot of sympathy for those who do suffer through them all the time.
Rhiannon8404 Thank you so much for doing that. Your efforts are valued and you really are making a difference to the world. I know that your day was frustrating, but just think about the good you did for those dogs.
I can totally get behind your volunteer rants, though. You can’t kick them out and you can’t deal with them because its so busy.
Our Buttercup would like to give you a friendly hand lick in thanks. Rescue people save lives every day.
