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Aren’t we in a snit!
I done did that, Oh Cute One, and it passed. :rolleyes:
what snit? I was fighting ignorance! Sheesh!
eta - just for that, I’m going to sleep. Nyah. 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 64 Amurrkin out and foggy with a predicted high of 79 for the day and sunny. This ain’t right. With a temp that high it should be stormy this time of year.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need [del]to put shark nettin’ over the cee-mint pond[/del] more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Beauty such as mine takes a while to achieve Midget. 
Happy Hump Day Y’all ! Just. Does. Not. Get. Old.
I can do it. I am an experienced ground crew member and a student pilot. I don’t think my skills would be stale after 25 years.
Blurf.
ETA: All we need is an Amazon drone. Sheesh.
Morning all,
Its a blurfy Wednesday with a predicted high of blurf and a 1758686 billion percent chance of blurf.
Ok, I don’t know whether to be glad or afeered. No emails from payroll about missin’ timesheets. Part of me wants to be all “yay, no payroll problems this week” and part of me wants to be all “oh no, no word from payroll on missin’ timesheets and payday is Firday!” I am not the most trustin’ soul when it comes to this.
That’s my probably made up worry for the day.
My position on matters like this is: how will this potentially screw up my day? Then apply worry in inverse proportion, cuz it don’t matter anyway.
In other, non-related news, damn am I gettin’ schooled in Words by a certain Bear!
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
[Dad Voice]rosie, Flytrap, don’t make me turn this thread around![/Dad Voice]
Blurf. Never have I been so glad that it’s pub night…I am ready for a drink and it’s only just after lunch.
Timetables, as ever, are my problem today. I had managed to solve a major headache in the year 1 plans (there are six programmes involving five different schools here) which necessitated moving one bit of teaching to a different day. Then I found out that it conflicted with another programme that has something in that teaching slot that Absolutely. Cannot. Be. Moved. Ever. I have a cunning plan to resolve that issue but it will not be popular.
Year 2 is less messy, I’ve got one thing that conflicts on one timetable but a simple shunt to a slot one hour earlier would sort that problem nicely.
Year 3 is plain scary. Half the nuclear programme is unplanned and contains a module that hasn’t even been approved yet so no students are registered on it, but it is optional for four programmes so there could be hundreds. The chances of finding a room large enough for an unspecified number of students? Slim to anorexic, and fading fast. Ho hum. This, apparently, is what they pay me for.
And then there’s year 4…this is the first time we have had year 4 nuclear students so there’s nothing planned for them at all apart from some kind of half-baked airy-fairy idea of what we ought to be teaching them. I will concoct module titles out of thin air and throw them with wild abandon around the timetable and see what sticks.
Only 2.5hrs until Quit o’Clock.
Happy Hump Day!
It’s a grey dreary 42 degrees outside with a projected high of 56.
I get to let hellpup out today and tomorrow.
That switches lunch with my friend to Friday.
I’m having left over lasagna for breakfast. It was either that or left over pizza, either of which could be good. I heated up too much so it will probably be lunch too.
OH! the sun just came out so maybe it won’t rain today.
The Office Holiday Tree is my responsibility–not because I care so much, but because I’m the one that gets my work done fast enough to have time to set it up and decorate it. But today I hauled out the decorations, put two strings of lights on the tree, plugged it in … and only one set worked. That was my bad, I failed to test lights that I know are at least seven years old (because that’s how long I’ve worked here) before using them.
Unwrap the lights, figure out which strand is broken, start again with one strand, which is more than enough to cover our tiny tree. But sometime between when I tested it and when I put the lights back on the tree, the damn things broke, and now we have no lights and I’m sitting the hell down because I’m fed up. Co-worker will go get more lights at lunchtime.
Drae don’t forget the all important, in your most God like voice, “Let there be light!”, when you do plug in the workin’ lights. It is a must. 
CatDude like I always say when I win at Words, sometimes both of my brain cells bump up against each other. It’s a fluke, I tells ya, a fluke. Usually I get letters that would spell great words in Klingon.
No payroll problems. Yet. I have ceased to worry about this bein’ as at this point in the week there’s pretty much not squat I could do about any problems.
In other news, the sun is shinin’ and it’s like a warm Spring day out which makes me so not wanna be at irk.
BooFae seems to me you’ll be wantin’ to have a box or two of pointy stick wieldin’ Sri Lankan spiders in reserve.
Yes I am goofin’ off for a bit. I just et N.O.L. and want a little break. So There!
did I blurf at y’all yet? if not Blurf!
if I did, then ReBlurf!
Irk was busy this am. I kind of like when the phone rings as soon as I hang up from the previous call, it makes the time go faster.
I have an hour before I have to go walk hellpup, so I will play for a while and then get ready to go. I already finished up the lasagna, and I have to take my pills. If I take them on a empty stomach I feel sick afterwards.
Happy Hump DAYEEE, all. Swampy, I got yur 79 degrees, rat chere…no, really…it’s currently 79 degrees Murking.
Today is decorate the tree day here at irk, too. Unlike poor Drae, everyone is required to assemble in the lobby and, well, assemble the tree. It will make the afternoon go faster.
Heh, apparently somebody thought it would be humorous to put up Wanted Dead or Alive posters for the attack N.O.B. in Longwood. I predict this will end badly.
Tonite’s dinner will be grilled turkey smoked sausage and Vermont cheddar Mac n’ Cheese.
Dang! I want to eat at Puggy’s place tonight. That sounds good!
Speakin’ of decorated, tarted up trees, we’re actually goin’ to do that at da cave on Sattidy. I have come into possession of a very nice pre-lit tree and have ornaments, so why not. Plus also, fish fry at da cave Sattidy night as well. We shall festivate!
“Pre-lit tree?”
It has little twinkly lights on it already. They work even! They’re called “pre-lit” but really they’re “already strung up with lights” trees.
Ok, I might be in trouble come deheathenization this Sunday. See, I am Lector and get to read the OT lesson which is from Isaiah. One of the lines is “The nursing child shall play over the hole of the asp.” My first thought was <snerk> asp hole !<snerk> This could be bad.
Oh and howdy from da cave. Yeah, I am home a little earlyish. However, I am irkin’ on some case notes, which I can do from da cave as well as the orifice, so why not. Tonight is also Evening Prayer over to the church house, a thing, as you all know, I forward to each week.
Ok, back to irk.
I’ve come to the realization that spine fusion surgery ought to come with some pre-op psych counseling, similar to what they do before bariatric surgery.
Going into it, I knew intellectually that it was going to be a long recovery time. Psychologically, not so much. They don’t give any warning that major surgery in and of itself can trigger depression, or that chronic pain can do the same. They may gloss it over with “you may have good days and bad days” but that doesn’t even come close to the roller coaster of pain levels and emotions. They also don’t prepare you for the months of feeling useless and a burden to others.
A three-level fusion is considered “complex” and comes with a 12-18 month recovery. Who can take that much time off from life, let alone from work? FMLA is only good for about three months, then you’re left to the wilds of wondering whether or not your boss will cut you loose, so it’s back to work after three months, even though more time off would be beneficial.
So where am I? Five months post-op, and the original pain is maybe kinda sorta better, except when it’s not. There’s a new ache in another part of my leg that I didn’t have before surgery. The surgery site itself hurts almost constantly and I don’t really have an efective way to manage the pain. Tylenol does nothing, and percocet just makes me a bit woozy and leaves me with a headache. Next week, I see the surgeon for the 5-month post-op check and a CT scan to make sure the vertebrae are actually fusing, and to confirm that the nerves are free and not being bothered by the new hardware. I’m hoping for good bone growth and no hardware problems, but the way I’ve been feeling, I would not be surprised to find a screw broke or the bones aren’t fusing.