I see a TaskRabbit opportunity in the making. I wonder how many hours the docs recommend you be on the lookout for negative reactions.
All I’ve ever been told is that I can’t take an Uber or use the local senior transport service to just pick me up at the hospital and take me home, but it has to be somebody who will be able to be at home with me; the time they have to stay has never been specified. The discharge instructions, of course, include a list of things I need to be on the lookout for, such as fever, nausea/vomiting, sore throat, shortness of breath, chest pain, etc. The only symptom I’ve ever had is some tenderness in my stomach, which goes away after I’ve eaten.
LurkMeister, are you a member of Nextdoor? You can put out a request for this and see if any of your townsfolk would provide this kind of service. I recently asked about a ride to our airport which is twenty-five miles away, and got about a dozen offers from local people willing to do so for a lower price than Uber. Maybe you’d find someone who will both drive you and play the “responsible adult” role.
Actually, one time my friend wasn’t going to be available I did post a request on NextDoor and had several people offer to help, as well as some suggestions on possible services (unfortunately, most of the latter turned out to be too expensive or required too much advance scheduling). I did manage to make arrangements for that time, and I have a short list of people who I might be able to help in the future. However, calling a relative stranger to ask if they can give me a ride on one or two day’s notice isn’t an ideal solution.
Twice in the past month, my phone wont take me to my facebook. It shows two pics of me, one has no posts or info. It tells me theyll send me a code to my e mail, but I cant do a split screen.
I dont know if they will work for you but i have OSHA toes for when I am in our warehouse. I personally have the composite toe (we are resticted from steel toes) type. I have short wide feet and can never find composite toe shoes for women that feet my feet without rubbing someplace and I am diabetic so i cant have foot injuries like rubbing happening. I can wear them over my supportive sports type shoes. Good luck.
Those are allowed. But I have to wait for the boot truck to come. My job supplies my work shoes, thank goodness, but only once a year and if you miss it that year… well guess you are waiting another year.
I pit my goddamned back. I’ve had bulging discs for 20 years or so with sporadic attacks, but the current one was caused by a COUGH. So, I’m on the couch. In a very first world problem, we’re thinking of another trip to Fiji. You used to be able to upgrade to first for $500. Well, they bought a new A350 and now the Costco price is $5k a ticket! And that’s a good price! Kayak had them at $6900! 11 hours in economy with a bad back ain’t happening.
The general public has rediscovered travel, and long haul travel in particular, with a vengeance since COVID has receded.
I see list price for an A350-900 is $317 million. Nobody pays list, I hear, but that’s a lotta cash…
Nobody pays cash either. The monthly payments are non-trivial to be sure. But the direct costs of operating a jet is the purchase / lease, the fuel burn, and the maintenance burden. The crew is an expense too, but size for size doesn’t change between a new or old jet.
In general new planes are expensive, cheap, and extremely cheap on those three metrics, while old planes are cheap, expensive, and stupid-expensive on the same three metrics. The net is much more finely balanced than it appears to a layman.
Delta Airlines has always believed that old inefficient airplanes are the most cost-effective. Other major US carriers hold to the opposite line of thinking. Their overall profitability measured across a business cycle doesn’t show any outstanding difference that would prove the point either way.
To my wife’s father’s friend who recently visited him in the Memory Care unit where he lives:
My wife and I appreciate you visiting your friend. He really enjoyed your visit.
However, we did warn you ahead of time that both his mobility and cognitive functions are declining, so your plan to take him out shopping and then to dinner at a restaurant was quite ambitious, and we recommended you cut back on your plans or consider limiting your visit to the facility itself. You decided to go with your original plan instead.
You quickly found out that he’s not the man you remember, and without his wife (who died last year) as his assistant/filter/custodian he’s really a lot of work to take care of, even for short periods of time.
So my wife certainly did not appreciate your email with a blow by blow account of the entire visit, and all the problems you had with him, then declare that he has issues and needs that “clearly” aren’t being addressed by my wife and her brother. And she appreciated even less the fact you CCd your fucking email to other friends of yours and his.
We are fully aware of every single issue you brought up. They’ve been building for years, but his wife did her best to hide those issues from everyone, including their children, rather than address them herself. Most of them are now past the point where there is any treatment available, especially since he is resisting anything painful or uncomfortable.
And when my wife replied to your email, in a far, far nicer fashion than I suggested, with details of what she is doing about his various conditions and problems, your reply that she and her brother “probably” care about their father as much as you do, was beyond the fucking pale.
So to make things simple, for all future visits, you will find that you no longer have permission to take him out of the facility. You can visit with him there as long as you like, and we will certainly pay the bill for any meals you share with him. But keep your fucking opinions to yourself.
Oh yes.
When flying was still a no go, many decided to take day trips. Day trips to where I live.
Roads in my area (Colorado mountains) are still busier than ever.
I’m so sorry. That’s horrifying behavior.
Agree completely. That’s “Wow! Just Wow!” territory.
I wonder if the friend himself is losing his inhibitions as part of his own descent into dementia. Or is projecting like mad. Or always was simply a clueless jerk.
Seriously, that’s impressive! My workplace occasionally brings in a Red Wing truck, and kindly deducts the cost of the shoes from your next paycheck. (When I first started working there, some of the ladies who only had to go into the production area/warehouse a couple of times per year had a pair of shoes that they shared.)
Your wife has incredible restraint…this seems like a rare occasion that would have called for the use of ‘reply all.’
@muldoonthief What an asshole. I mean that is grade A behavior. A hearty fuck you to those who judge people for situations they don’t understand.
I think my running shoes are fucking up my feet. It’s not normal to get shin splints from walking, is it? Never have before. I thought these would be good because they have extra cushion for pavement running, but it seems like every time I try to do anything remotely sporty with them, I end up hurt.
Jesus H Christ I’m so tired of everything hurting. I have had low-grade depression every day for a few months. Not enough to warrant crisis intervention but enough that every day feels like there’s not much to be excited about. I’ve had an elbow injury for about eight months now and I have no idea when the fuck I’m going to find time for physical therapy. They say take care of yourself and I’m fucking trying, man. I went for a walk on my lunch break yesterday and now my god-damned shins hurt.
Wee Weasel’s evaluation results and IEP meeting were today. No major surprises, the school district agrees he is autistic and wants to help. He starts Special Education in the Fall. I’m getting a lot better at dealing with this, but I’m beginning to wonder if I’m not just internalizing all this stress into random physical ailments.
As a toddler I knew said, when her dad slammed his finger in a drawer: “Don’ Do Dat!”
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Just lightening things up. After hanging out in the Pit (and reading the maxi mini-rants for years now), I’ve really come to feel for all the crap some of us are dealing with.
So yes, I do realize that “Don’ Do Dat Therapy” is not a lot of help.
My elbow is screwed up and I’ve been doing physical therapy for it. It’s not an injury as in I twisted it or banged it into anything, it’s just a nerve/tendon thing that built up over time. It’s painful as hell and sometimes interferes with anything I’m doing, whether I’m trying to get work done or do something enjoyable.
In my case it screws up my elbow, wrist, and hand (particularly index and middle finger). I’ve been doing stretches every day, with heat, and going to the therapist once a week. It’s a pain both literally and figuratively. But it has been improving a bit.
I am in so much pain today; it’s like I pulled the bruised area around my ribs somehow.
Ibuprofen and no alcohol… gotta do it.