I don’t believe that it got that cold all last winter. Ever. It’s been that cold here…but one of the reasons we have a lot of bugs and creepy crawlies is that our mild winters don’t kill them off.
Did you hibernate through the ice storms and snow? 
It got down to at least 10 F, maybe even 8 depending on your exact microclimate.
Silver lining: I learned which plants are tough enough to take on the cold. Horsetail reeds, Italian dandelion, Swiss chard, and in-ground roses all say “Bring it, bitch!” to the winter weather!
I can’t belive it’s gonna be 100 degrees in parts of our state, but the Great Lakes area is getting snow today. Crazy!
I blame me. I put my winter coat away last week. The next day it snowed.
A coworker and I put away our winter boots and other items (me: wool-blend pants, her: turtlenecks) this weekend and now there’s snow in Illinois near the Wisconsin border. Sorry about that!
INSTALLING SPRING… ███████████████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ 44% DONE. Install delayed…please wait. Installation failed. Please try again. 404 error: Season not found. Season “Spring” cannot be located. The season you are looking for might have been removed, had its name changed, or is temporarily unavailable in the upper Midwest. Please try again . . .
(stolen from somebody’s Facebook post)
You can get unbleached C-fold Industrial paper towels at any restaurant outlet or online. I bet there’s unbleached TP where that came from, too.
Have you considered that maybe the reason you’re still sick is that you’re trying to work through it? Take a couple of days off around a weekend and just spend that whole long weekend in bed or on the couch. Sleep as much as you can, read, watch TV–but just rest.
I laughed.
Have you tried just mashing zero? That usually gets me to a person.
WTF? How is that shit “nutritious”? It’s candy dressed up in a vaguely appropriate shell.
So, like, honey?
Sorry, it sucks that they’re sick. But it was a great typo.
I do not have enough facepalms for this.
That’s beautiful.
To hell with you, mister. Ferret Herder, too.
Hey, there was a “Hoarders” marathon on TV and I had to do something. Just be glad I only put the boots and pants up on the high shelf in my closet; I could’ve brought on a blizzard if I actually wrapped them up in storage bags, stuck them in labeled bins, and stacked them in the basement.
I would find this funny if I wasn’t so busy sobbing.
All I’ve been doing is working and sleeping, and to be fair my office has been amazing. I worked from home for 12 out of the 15 days in that three weeks.
It’s now a week later, I’m still sick BUT I’ve discovered the wonders of double dosing. Thanks to an amazing combination of Tylenol cold/flu and Neo Citrin (they have a daytime berry tea now!) I am upright and functional all day. I’m still sleeping 12-14 hours a night and I have no life but at least I can keep billing.
Treating your symptoms can also make recovery take longer. The symptoms that make us so miserable are often part of our body’s defenses; surpressing them slows down recovery.
ETA: And working from home is still working. It may be less stressful than going into the office, but it’s still using up energy that your body needs to kick this shit to the curb.
hat’s probably why it’s loud. A new fridge has to go all the way from room temp to it’s set temp, so a fridge that’s been plugged in for years only has to cycle on for a little while every so often to get back below temp…a new one has to be on at full bore for a while to get down there.
I don’t doubt it, but this one has been on for over 24 hours (it’ll be over 48 by the time I get home from work). It has cycled on and off several times already. At this point, it doesn’t come on but once every few hours, but Christ when it does… It has an obnoxious machine gun rattle that stops for a few seconds if I move it a bit. I rent, and this is likely the cheapest refrigerator made. If it was up to me, I’d send it back in a heartbeat. In the meantime, it fucking sucks.
You’re making me afraid to get a new fridge for our house. So, what make and model is this one?
How full is the fridge, Carol? If it’s somewhat empty, finding something to fill the extra space with (e.g., jugs of water) can actually help with that. Solid objects retain the temperature better, as opposed to air, which swaps with the room-temperature stuff the second you crack the door.
I’ve posted a bit of this in another thread or two; my future MIL has been in the hospital the last two weeks. She had a massive heart attack complicated by pneumonia. She spent several days on a ventilator; her kidneys stopped working and if you’d asked me two days after she was admitted if she’d survive two more, I would have guessed no. Her other sons flew out to say goodbye and her daughter had plans to come in a day or two.
She lived. Her kidney function is recovering well and she’s not on oxygen anymore. She may not even qualify for hospice care. We’re starting to make “what-if” plans to handle her coming home.
I’ve been posting updates on Facebook for the benefit of cousins and friends. I’ve been keeping them matter of fact, without addenda like “Keep your fingers crossed” or requests for prayers. After my latest update, that she was stable and the latest crisis appeared to be over, a family friend posted something along the lines of “Good news! Prayer works!”
Goddammit, this is NOT good news. We’re talking about a woman who has had two strokes, is in late-stage dementia, hemiplegic, diabetic, incontinent, and chronically anemic, and is now in congestive heart failure. What it means that instead of quietly slipping away, she gets to suffer all sorts of pain and indignities for a while longer. Instead of being able to help support her own weight while we move her from bed to wheelchair and change her diapers, she gets to be totally bedridden. Instead of being still somewhat verbal, she’s down to about a half-dozen words and phrases repeated ad nauseum, with no relationship to things you say to her. It means that if we get to bring her home, she’ll be fairly well confined to one room instead of being able to move her around in their split-level home. It means she gets to eat pureed food instead of favorites like the borscht her husband likes to make. If I believed prayer worked then whoever prayed for this for her, they and the God who granted it would be fucking sadistic bastards. Fuck that.
It also means we continue to be in limbo as to what the new normal is going to be, and for how long. It means that we all get to do this all over again in a matter of weeks or maybe months from now. Her husband (future FIL) has already been through the wringer on this one. He had to sign the DNR order; I hope it’s easier next time to simply refuse to put her on a ventilator in the first place. And I know it may not be.
I feel like a complete jerk for feeling it would be better if she’d died. I feel like a complete jerk for being pissed off at the incredibly sweet religious woman who simply posted her good wishes in response to the news that hey, our beloved relative is going to live! I’m frustrated that outside of the immediate family, who know the real deal and are all (thank goodness, no disagreement among her next of kin) supportive of the idea that the next time she gets sick, we should just let her go; I can’t very well express this to anyone else without sounding like some selfish not-even-really-family brat who just can’t wait for the old hag to die already or something.
I’m tired of seeing her suffer. And so are sweetie and his dad. And the only thing we can do to help her now is wait for her to get critically sick again so we can…refuse treatment and watch her die.
This is looking less and less like a mini rant, I didn’t intend that. In a nutshell, I simply can’t respond the way I want on Facebook to “Good news! Prayer works!” which would be approximately “A) No it’s not B) No it doesn’t C) Fuck everyone who thinks death is always the worst possible outcome D) Fuck the whole concept of a God who would do this.”
It’s a Fridgedair Model LFTR… sumthin’ sumthin’. I cannot imagine you’ll have the same problem. (ETA: And my that I mean, spend more than three hundred bucks and I’ll bet you’ll be ok.)
Sigh. Sitting here with the woosh bang of the washer going in the basement and the tv on and I can hear that stupid hum/buzz over all of it. Sounds like a dentist’s drill. Yay. I have to wonder if it has to do with the tile floor it’s sitting on.
Emptier than it would normally be, since I had to throw out a bunch of stuff when the old one failed on Friday.
Jesus Christ. This is going to drive me batshit(er).
Damn, Jenaroph. I don’t have a problem in the world that compares with that. My sympathies.
I saw a spider in my bathroom this morning as I was trying to hurry out the door. Ostensibly I didn’t squish it right away because I was trying to get going, but really I just put it off because I’m a big baby about such things. Of course, tonight I can’t find the damn thing and I’m super jumpy if I get anywhere near the stupid bathroom.
I have the miniest of mini rants.
My eyelid has been twitching for over 3 weeks now and IT’S DRIVING ME UP THE FUCKING WALL!!!