Drae that electic diagnosis equipment bites the big one, hey? I had to fly to Anchorage, twice, first to get the carpal tunnel diagnosed, which was not fun, but the second time when the doc was trying to diagnose my back/legs problem it was so painful I could not stop the tears from running down my face like a dumb baby. I now know exactly what is wrong, but it hurt so badly. You have my sympathy.
rigs I’m sorry about marriage trouble. I have been with skiffman for 16 years, but we have baggage, and sometimes it rears it’s ugly head. You are in my thoughts.
Tel it’s good that you have enough self worth to not be taken in my jerks. Stay the course, and the right guy will show up. Hey, I was 32 when I married skiffman, and believe me, I kissed a (I love this SDMB term) metric buttload of toads before I found him. And even he has his toadish ways!
rosie hun, I understand about having to choose where to expend precious energy. I wish you strength.
pugs my week went south rapidly last week, please accept my belated birthday wishes. I did think about you on Saturday.
The down turn my life is experiencing is, first the passing of Steve Irwin. #3 daughter has adored him, his family and staff, the Zoo, etc for at least the last 9-10 years. She has taken his death particularly hard, we have spent a lot of time crying and remembering him. It’s difficult, she is a still-waters-run-deep-kind of kid, and has in the past had some cutting issues. We talk every day, and today she finally put on non black clothing. Second, a family which has been more family than friend is in crisis. They were pregnant with their only child the same time I was pregnant with #1 daughter, and we have always been close. Ron, the husband, has type II diabetes (as I do) and has been in the hospital for several months. He has been in a coma, and we received word that he will be taken off life support this week. This is rather devastating, and I don’t want to be a wet blanket, but this has me seriously so low that I am in the basement digging holes. Prayers/good thoughts/whatever would be appreciated, especially for his wife, daughter, and granddaughters. Thank you.
Oh,and bronzed baby poop is just wrong on so many levels!