I couldn’t find one! I was about to have a kinniption!
Gah - who says that anymore? You youngsters ever heard of the word?
Ok - you’re off, Mumpers.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Ok, I actually got nuttin’ here but just decided to get the ball rollin’. Last week was a rotten week for several Mumpers. Here’s hopin’ for a better one this week.
Let’s get this party started!
OOPS! So did I Rebo. Mayhaps some kind mod will merge 'em or get rid of mine.
No, no, no, y’all are supposed to let each thread get about a half dozen posts long before asking for the merge – otherwise it doesn’t not make sense, and where’s the merged MMP if it doesn’t not make sense?
Best, twicks
Reported both, requesting merger. Or not.
The sky was rumbly last night but I didn’t sleep well, having dreamed all night that the alarm clock was just about to go off.
A story will appear later today. Have fun at irk, y’all, except for Swampus.
I’m off wirk today because I get to go to the dentist for the semi-annual cleaning. And I’m going to the store because I had one egg left and it broke when I dropped it gettting it from the fridge to the stove. Other than that, I got bupkiss.
I had a conniption once but, nevertheless, still aspire to kinniptioning. It’s a good way to stay fit.
We had rain yesterday so despite anything else affecting our household, life is unquestionably good. I like rain.
We got some rain yesterday afternoon, too. Looks like we’ll be having “pop-up” storms all week. Summer is upon us. The heat and humidity build and build, then the skies open up and cools everything down a bit.
Afternoon, all! I haven’t got any conniptions or kinniptions, or at least I don’t think I have. If I knew what it was, I might have a better idea of whether or not I’ve got (or had) any.
So it’s not raining yet, but it’s grey and grim. That’s about usual for a normal British summer’s day. I went to the hospital this morning for a follow-up appointment from last week’s A&E trip. The nurse in A&E told me the appt was on Monday, the receptionist at the clinic had put it in for Tuesday instead, so they didn’t have my notes and had to go off to find them while I waited an hour longer than necessary to see the doc. On the bright side, I is discharged. Until next time.
The office manager in the med school is having a panic, they have a progress board meeting this afternoon so at lunchtime she decides to ring me because she urgently needs some info about a particular student. Since she has known for some time that this student will be going through the board meeting, you’d think she would get her info a bit earlier, wouldn’t you?
Apparently the Mighty Mods at Work have decided the Dope is usable, yay. It helps me think, I swear! Breaks writer’s block on manual-type things. Although maybe in the case of those bricks (no relationship to our esteemed lawyer) one should use a different term, it’s more like after a while all the screenshots and tables start looking the same…
So, how y’all doin’? I hope nobody’s kinniptions are too serious!
BooFae, I believe it’s another term for having a case of the vapors, or for going into hysterics. You may also alternate between both, for a serious enough conniption. Whether chaise-longues are involved or not depends on the movie’s budget. Actually, I suspect that manager may be having a conniption right now!
Oh, and yesterday the weatherman was complaining that the weather would be “getting worse”. Translation: here, the thermometers will refrain from exploding between today and Sunday. 40C is a mite much.
Ah, a fit of the vapours, I can relate to that!
::yawn:: I’m here … at work, caffeinated though now drinking herbal tea. The good for you kind, mind you!
Hugs and sorries for those in need, esp. the Taters and Rebo families. I’ve been thinking of you all.
My cousin goes under the knife today - I think they’re putting stents in his legs? He had heart surgery last fall. Please keep George in your prayers. (Bobbbio, he’s from Bug Tussel LOL I think that’s what you call it! but is having the surgery up in Norfolk)
My other cousin and hubby are spending this week at the shore on Cape Hatteras, so she’s “off-line” and I’m missing her already! We email just about every day now. 
Happy Monday morning, mumpers!
Stents usually go in the heart to keep a vessel open, but if he has an occlusion in his leg, they could put one there. More common is a venous filter in the femoral veins to catch smaller clots as they travel in the blood.
These are minimally invasive catheterization procedures BTW, so Cuz George should be fine. Prayers for him nonetheless…
As a tangent, one thing discussed in my stroke class was a procedure to run a catheter into the brain through an artery and drill into a clot so it could be pulled out when someone has an ischemic stroke. You can imagine all of the ‘Roto-rooter to the head’ jokes…
I had a Nice Quiet Day planned- Mum takes Nat away, I have a break with only the baby and do a lot of sleeping.
Instead, the city people have decided to replace the piping in my house and on my street.
I’ll be over there, with my head under a pillow.
Damn, LiLi, I hate it when that happens. Seems like any day I have a chance to sleep in, a fruit truck comes blaring past or the couple next door decides to have a tremendous fight.
Need a few more days to get used to this heat. Whew.
Firday night was another ambulance shift. No deer were run over this time, but Bambi’s buddies were out in force and looking for retribution.
Our first call was pure BS, an 8 year old with abdominal pain. He wasn’t acting right, but he wasn’t curled up in pain either, nor was it anything like appendicitis. We hauled him to Betsytown as requested, but they could have taken him themselves. :grumble:
As we were leaving the ER, we heard a continuing page for a second crew member for a call to pick up a guy with back pain, who could not walk. One person had responded and was waiting, because you can’t go alone to a call. We directed him to go immediately as a first responder, and we’d follow along.
It was along ride to the scene, complicated by the fact that it was in a corner of the county Tollie and I don’t know well. We asked the dispatcher 3 times for directions, getting vague answers the first two, resulting in us getting lost and winding up in the next county.
When we finally got there, our patient was reclining in a chair, afraid to move because it hurt down his right side. Hmmm. He had fallen about 3 hours before, landing on the sharp edge of a concrete block. Ou-frikkin-ouch! :eek: We assumed he had at least one rib broken in two places, and probable soft tissue injuries (bruised kidney) to go along with it.
He was at a friend’s house, and the friend stayed planted in a different chair while we worked. I became increasingly annoyed at the volume of the TV blaring behind, and turned to see what was so damned interesting to him. There, on the screen, was a woman working on a foot long, and I’m not referring to a hotdog on a bun. The entire time we were in the house, he was watching a worn out 70s vintage stereotypical bad porno flick. Bow chikka wow wow, awful hair, and the whole nine yards. :rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:
Blockman was taken down to Edenton, another long haul to the south. As we pulled in to the ER, the tones went off again, for a woman having chest pain. We were tied up with our present patient, and hustled him inside.
We did our hand off and turn around, and as we left, we asked about the chest pain call. It was taken care of, but the dispatcher never said how, leaving the resolution a mystery to us. We were home about 1 AM, and stayed in the rest of the night. It’s become habit that I fall asleep while doing the paperwork.
Saturday I attended a symposium on Advanced Stroke Life Support. Most of it would bore you to death, I fell asleep myself, but that was mostly attributed to the long night. Most of the treatments discussed were supposed to be new, however because my certification is fresh, I had them taught in class already; a good thing.
There was the usual PC crap about how serious strokes are, how the south has a higher than average level of stroke patients, and how Cottonfield County is one of six counties in North Carolina that lead the country in stroke deaths.
During a break, I went up to the instructor and said he was wrong about 6 causes of strokes, because I knew of one he missed.
“What’s that?”
I pointed to the squad treasurer and answered, “Telling that man there you hit a deer with one of his ambulances…” That got us going into a short war story session of response related vehicular accidents. I also found out that last week’s Bambi damage was estimated at $2500, not the $1000 mentioned earlier because of hidden bumper issues.
One thing I did learn was differences in stroke symptoms based on the side of the brain where one occurs. A stroke on the left side will typically cause difficulty or inability to talk, where the right side leave the patient able to talk but leaves them with a situational blind spot. They can see just fine, but you can walk up to them and they won’t know you’re there or anything else.
One of the other attendees was a woman who broke about any stereotype you could have regarding EMS people, race, etc. She was a real smartass, which of course endeared me greatly.
The class was over, and the instructor was handing out the completion certificates. He called out the woman’s name 2 or 3 times, and he was looking to his right for her, while she was sitting to the left and bouncing in her chair with her hand up to get his attention. Finally, she said loudly, “Call 911! He’s having a right side stroke!” :D:D:D
Thus endeth the class, and the non-boring part of my weekend. I could regale you in further tales of lawnmowing and weedspraying, but that would be to exciting for y’all.
kinniptions: a fit, snit or rage that only family members can inspire.
Off shopping for a dress today. Nothing too fancy, something of the sort a politician’s wife would wear to a fundraiser, only kill me before dowdy. Got a big dinner meeting thing I’m helping to put on tomorrow night for the ECMTA (Ecommerce Merchants Trade Association) Chicago chapter, and I want to look good. All my looking good clothes are way too big (I know, I’ll go cry a river in Skald’s thread), so shopping it is!
Udi’s gluten free bread is an almost spiritual experience. I literally teared up after WhyBaby ate a slice COLD and asked for more. She got the second piece toasted with butter and jam, and ate every crumb. Finally, no more tears over crappy gluten free bread. This stuff is amazing, y’all.
WhyKid’s got to have a molar extracted on Wednesday after I dragged him to the dentist last week. He’s having kinniptions.
Kiddo, I’ve been “off” for longer than most folks have been alive! 
Kininipition fits, kiddo, Dear Heart, catty-wompis, gutchies in an uproar ------ I use a lot of those expressions. Of course I have been known to use “albeit” in casual conversation and I am strange so --------------
Done. And we’ll toss him in the chain too.
I let the dog out this morning and I could see a black racer (good snake) sunning himself on/in the chainlink fence - he was coiled through the fence about a foot off the ground. Old dog first pees near the house, she actually hates walking on the grass so she has a worn path near the fence, so she starts to follow the fence line to go farther into the yard for other business. She does not see the snake but as she gets close the snake shoots out of the fence and takes off and the dog must have jumped a foot off the ground. It was gone in a flash (racers are aptly named) and the dogs stood there for a second wondering what just happened. I had been watching from the door and I opened the door and laughed at her, she gave me a dirty look.
Must get coffee now.
Coyote, my dogs tend to blaim me for the weather. Usually, they decide they need to go outside when it’s raining. I take them to the door, and they’ll universally give me a look of, “you’ve got to be f*ing kidding me.” If Loki has to go really bad, he will, then come back immediately and give me another look of contempt, because he knows I made it rain.
Yesterday, VWife kept the house well ACed. The dogs wanted out. I’d take them to the back door, open it, and they’d feel the blast of heat from outside. It was, “you’ve got to be f*ing kidding me” all over again. :rolleyes: