Not a stupid question. However, said friend is very, very stubborn and - very long, boring, dumb story short - her car needed to appear at her parents’ home when she did. Well, really, only in her mind, but that was enough.
(She’s an M.D. aaand … she’s living with her parents. Look, I love her to death and we’ve been through a lot and we’re bonded friends and all that, but she makes piss-poor decisions sometimes. The other night was only one example of that in a long string. Jesus, you should meet her taste in men. Well, really, you shouldn’t. Because you’d want to punch them in the face.)
Also, our couch is currently spoken for (my buddy with the custody issues/psycho ex) and we have no guest bedroom. However, we’re probably going to see her again next weekend and plans are already in the works to simply plan ahead for her to crash with us, since our Guy On Couch has tentatively found some, ahem, female companionship for comfort.
Meddling Jewish grandmother time: She’s awesome - the exact opposite of a psycho bitch. Pretty, too. His crush is amusing, and Mr. Shoe and I are thrilled things are working out so far between them.
In the med school library attached to the hospital for my lunch break, as I am oft to do, and holy Hell this guy behind me needs to get bitch-slapped.
We’re in the “quiet, no food or drink” portion of the library (in the front area with large tables, public computers, etc… it’s ok to have food/drink.) Of course, he has a big ol’ messy lunch, that he loves to slurp and smack into his mouth.
He also has the sniffles and a slight cough, adding to the noise factor. Go to the damn bathroom not fifteen feet away and blow your nose! Bring back some extra TP or paper towels to wipe your nose, too!
He even turns pages loud How the Hell does he manage that?
He brought he’s ‘sweet-ass’ skateboard with him, that twice in a row he stupidly leaned up against the wall wheel-side first and it promptly slid down with a crash. Ok, once is an honest mistake, you weren’t looking when you set it aside, but twice? Bwa?
The last two days have been like a bad sitcom. Not only did I get stuck somewhere on my way back from a convention, I got the pleasure of sitting on the tarmac in the un-airconditioned plane, stuck between four people from a fucking aromatherapy convention. Not only did they reek of eucalyptus and tea tree oil, they insisted on telling me about the benefits of their oils. Apparently, they can cure brain tumors, heart disease and pretty much anything else you can think of.
Even better, they asked if I would be interested in selling their oils. Yes, apparently they were from Living Young, some BS company with a pyramid scheme and apparently a large following. Living Young and their stinky apprentices can go fuck themselves. When we finally did take off, by the time we got through one leg of the trip, it was too late to get another flight, so after a shuttle ride with a bunch of office supply store managers who insisted on singing The Brady Bunch song, I found myself washing my undies with shampoo in a hotel sink at 12:30 a.m., only to have to blowdry them the next day when I woke up.
The only highlight of the day was getting a T-shirt from Delta in their “sorry-you-missed-your-flight-here’s-a-consolation-prize” kit, so I can actually say, “And all I got was this lousy t-shirt.” But at least I didn’t have to sleep in my clothes. And I had clean, glossy, healthy undies.
Well, bugger. My gallbladder apparently contains no stones, it just hurts for NO APPARENT REASON that just happens to fit all the symptoms of gallstones. Other organs in that area are also apparently normal with nothing to indicate a problem according to the scan. So, we’re back at square one. My doc put me on an antispasmodic, which I’m unable to take at the recommended dose because of what it does to my intestine and heart, so I’ve had to find a balance between efficacy and side effects. It does seem to have stopped the “attacks”, whatever they were, so perhaps he’s right and I did have a stone, passed it, and my gallbladder is just still acting up about it. I don’t know how long I’ll have to take the antispasmodic; not for long, I hope. For some reason my brain keeps calling it “Spasmo D”, like a DJ name or something. I don’t know why.
My body aches all over from my stupid period, and the acetaminophen is not helping one goddamned bit! It’s been hurting since Friday, only started monday and I want a bunch of junk food to stuff my face with if i could only make up my mind what junk food i WANT. I’m so- SOOO fucking over not being in my right mind for a week each month.
I didn’t have stones, either, but my gallbladder was not functioning properly. That was what was causing my attacks. They did a HIDA scan and discovered that I had a very low ejection rate. Goodbye, gallbladder (and farewell to painful attacks)!
And it continues. I finished the Z-pack on Friday, went for a follow-up appointment yesterday. It’s better, but it’s STILL INFECTED! :mad:
Now I’m on clindamycin. This stuff is toxic. I’m not starting the course until tomorrow night because it has the potential to make me very sick within hours and that’ll be a better time to deal with it if I have to live in the bathroom. I hate this.
You want ibuprofen for period pain, not acetaminophen. You can add acetaminophen after you’ve used up your daily allotment of ibuprofen (which actually works pretty well).
Well, my cat’s diagnosis is pretty official - she has hyperthyroidism. I picked up the first prescription today - shit, that stuff’s expensive. I’m seriously considering the (seemingly) more expensive radioactive iodine treatment, because it will cost about 5 years worth of pills, but without five year’s worth of hassle, trying to get a cat to eat pills. She might qualify for a food treatment study that my local clinic is participating in - fingers crossed!
My moronic little brother sent me a nasty email going on and on about his Jewishness and then calling me a lazy JAP. I’ll be in the corner teaching my eldest another chorus of the Uncle D. is a Moron song. How can someone be that stupid?
Science Diet just came out with a special diet for hyperthyroid cats called y/d. It’s available here in the states by the end of the year. It contains low levels of iodine, which reduces the amount of hormone the thyroid can produce. In the initial stages post-diagnosis you’ll probably take her back for repeat thyroid checks, but once she’s stable, you should be able to buy a 60-90 day supply at one time. If she won’t take pills, ask for a recommendation to a compounding pharmacy who can make you a liquid or a transdermal gel.
Some asshat vandalized the cemetary where my dad and grandpa are buried. Stole a bunch of bronze flower urns. We don’t know if they damaged either of their headstones or not, my sister is gonna go check it out tomorrow. Obviously whoever did this was after the metal value, but Jesus Harold Christ, how low can you get?
My Neko was just diagnosed with this, but at 15, the vet doesn’t think it’s worth it to get him the radioactive iodine treatment. Not that I could afford it right now, even if he were younger. [NB: those radiation treatments cost upwards of $2,000, and the cat has to be boarded over for several days.]
As for the pills, have you tried Greenies pill pockets? Neko is annoying to pill, but he’s been gobbling the pill pockets with the pill inside with no issues. I gave him an empty pill pocket for the first two feedings, and then put the pills in. No trying to catch him, no trying to keep him from wriggling out of my grasp, no trying to either pry his jaws apart or keep them closed once the pill is in his throat. Best of all, no trauma to him and no unhappy kitty to deal with for me.
Did you know that federal law says that you can get meds from big box stores without joining them? I don’t have a cite, but when one of my cats started racking up big med bills (he went hyperthyroid, so needed meds, then his blood pressure went way up, more meds, then his liver started failing, more meds and finally his kidneys gave out. He was a happy guy until his body just gave up. Anyhow, knowing that most human meds were tested on cats first, I asked my vet to write human scrips. I was then able to fill them at CostCo, for pennies a day instead of dollars)
HyperT sucks. Stock up on all the different flavors of food you can find until kitty’s condition is stabalized. After I got my boy eating and stabalized again, we had 6 happy years.
Says many, many bad words for you. I hope that someday, they will go to visit their mothers’ grave and see that it was descrated.
This probably needs to go to Workplace Ranting, but I’m actually looking forward to having foot surgery just so I can have a month off.
I would like to help beat down the grave desecrators … it’s a win win because they get much-deserved pain and I get to pound someone.
I did not get to the store for ibuprofen and there isn’t a speck in the house, so i’ll go to the store when they open. I still have to take the trash out. At least there is an adequate supply of chocolate in this house.
I fucking hate the way pans don’t fit inside the dishwasher.
My Bernie also had hyperthyroid issues, was on meds for the last 4+ years of her very long kitteh life. Her vet issued human scrips that I was able to get filled at Walgreens, even joined their prescription plan for them. IIRC, I ended up paying $15 for what would be a 30 day human prescription, but per vet direction I halved every pill so they lasted 60 days. Also agree with buying pill pockets, cream cheese also worked, as did mashing a pill up and putting it in a teaspoon of meat baby food.
Nobody knows how to drive around a funeral procession, it’s crazy! We buried Great Grandma yesterday and there were lots of people trying to break into the procession. Look, it’s annoying when we’re taking up the road but it’s the middle of the day not like it was rush hour and the traffic was light. If we held you up for a minute and you’re late you didn’t give yourself enough time.
Several times people were trying to slip into the line and then out when they realized we were only going about 20. Someone’s passenger was even filming it, per my stepmom. Just weird.
Beautiful funeral though, bittersweet but she lived a long life. Some sad but also amusing moments during the funeral, like when the priest read the eulogy and looked up to ask the cousin who wrote it if he had to read all the names of the people listed.
