Oh, you reminded me, Avarie - my printer is currently useless because I bought an off-brand black ink cartridge - now it says that there is no black ink. I knew this printer was particularly fussy about ONLY using HP ink, but I tried once again to get away with a cheaper cartridge. I guess HP knows how to program a printer to maximize their hosing of customers - I’m not particularly surprised. Annoyed, but not surprised. Back to the HP cartridge, I guess.
HP and other manufacturers put chips inside the cartridges. To quote from Wikipedia:
Same here, except it happens even more frequently. The city put in some combination crosswalk/stop signs near my workplace (picture of someone crossing the street plus a miniature stop sign), the gist of thing being that if someone is using the crosswalk, you should stop your goddam car while they finish crossing.
For a week or so after the signs went up, confused drivers would stop at the signs even if no one was in or near the crosswalk. Once they figured out that this wasn’t a new way of indicating a garden-variety 4-way stop, they went back to blowing through the intersection without paying attention.
Assholes.
You’d almost think drivers would know that, but I’m not assuming that any longer. Idiot kids who don’t stop texting the whole time they cross roads will learn this the hard way, I figure.
Agreed.
Who was it who declared August to be UTI month? ::looks around suspiciously::
Yesterday I get a text from my idiot brother, who lives with my 70-something parents, that they’ve taken Dad to the emergency room for a suspected stroke. I didn’t hear the text chime, so by the time I get the text two hours later and call back, brother is home from the ER and now the docs are thinking pneumonia. Two hours later, Mom calls. She & Dad are home. Turns out it was a UTI and he is resting comfortably in his own bed. “Don’t worry, no big deal” she says.
So this morning I’m checking email and get the daily email blast from my folks’ preacher. Having a good day, lists the menu for the Wednesday night meal, and just got back from visiting (my Dad’s name) in the ICU at (location) hospital.
WTF!!!
Call home–get my idiot brother. “Oh, Mom didn’t want to worry you since you live five hours away and couldn’t do anything anyway.” Long rambling story from my drunk brother telling me everything about yesterday’s visit that I already knew. Finally Mom walks in and I get her on the phone.
Apparantly the UTI is more severe than they thought. Dad started hallucinating about midnight so they took him to the ER. They’re keeping him on IV antibiotics for a couple of days, so they have to keep him in the hospital. There was a “minor issue” with his blood pressure being too low, so that’s why he’s in the ICU for now. But he’s in the corner bed, out of sight of the nurses’ station, so the docs aren’t too worried about it. Mom says, “No, don’t drive all the way up here. We’re just sitting around the hospital and nothing is happening. I was waiting to call you until I had some real information.” :smack:
Mom, I love you, but Dad in the ICU is real information. And if things go south, I need to have some warning to line up childcare and get my ass up there.
Crossing my fingers for you dad MoA. Keep us posted.
Called Mom again this evening for an update. When I offered (again) to come up, the answer wasn’t “Absolutely no need!” – it was, “Well, if you really want to come…”
I’m headed up in the morning.
I’ll be on a smartphone, but I’ll try to post updates when I can.
Thank Og “UTI month” ends tonight!
We just had a Surgery Dept. staffer wheel a specimen into Pathology and ask if we had a scale that could weigh it in grams, since their own scale only weighs in kilograms or pounds. :dubious:
I explained that she could take the measured weight in kilograms and multiply that by 1000, yielding (hey presto!) the weight in grams. She gave me a doubtful look, then the lightbulb switched on.
I am a fount of wisdom today.
** shakes head sadly at Jack’s staffer buddy **
Y’all remember that The Other Shoe and I took in a friend who’s going through custody issues with his psycho-bitch ex-wife?
Yes?
Ok. So he was on the phone yesterday, for a long time, getting more and more upset. Nothing new. He comes back in, crying, freaking out, and tells us:
“She has to go get a biopsy. She has a lump.”
Late twenty-something, and she’s going in for a motherfucking biopsy. He’s a mess, doesn’t know how to feel. “I don’t WANT to care this much!” He hates her … but he’s in fear for her life. I can’t even begin to imagine how mixed-up that must feel. She’s the mother of his son, after all - they’ll always be inextricably tied to each other, divorced or not, till death do them part.
OK, I can admit this here, because I consider this a safe space, but be honest with me if I’m going straight to hell … but my first thought was, “Well, once she’s dead, your custody problems should get easier.”
** hangs head in shame **
purplehorseshoe, I always say that I know people secretly envy me and my husband…both of our ex-spouses died.
If she really is a psycho hose-beast, maybe she’s lying.
I would consider it more of a reflection on her, that her death would make other people’s lives better.
ETA: I went and got the official HP ink cartridge - now my melonfarming printer is working fabulously! I should just give up and join the ranks of people who just replace the printer, never mind the stupid cartridges.
Well, there’s the problem of the granularity of the result they need. A scale designed to measure in kilograms might not give an accurage weight for something that only weighs a few grams. The fact that the specimen was “wheeled in,” however, suggests that this might not be a problem.
And I see that thanks to **StarvingButStrong **we have a new thread for the new month! GET YOUR BUTTS OVER THERE, and I’ll ask a mod to lock this one.
Last post, bitches!
HA HA, I’m last!
Dammit!
Oh, wait…
Race race!!!
Oooh. Can I get last of this month AND first of the current?
Go me!
Turns out: no. Sorry!
Oooo, it’s still open!
** post **
Sliding under the wire? <pant, pant>