I did. I was able to get an appointment for the 13th so not nearly as long of a wait. I wasn’t expecting to walk out of there with a cure for all my problems so it’s not like the rest of my life hinged on this one appointment. It’s just very frustrating.
I have come to the conclusion that it’s a good thing I’m so stressed right now. I’ve spent my whole life ignoring my concentration issues. Now that I’m so overloaded and stressed, the problems are getting worse and I can’t ignore them any more. The stress will actually go away before my new appointment but now that I’ve seen how bad it can be, I’m not going to ignore it any more.
I’m feeling much better now. The frustration this morning just really overloaded me.
On a medically-related note, if Quest Diagnostics wants to get paid, they’ll let me talk to them. This “our phone system is down, so you’re SOL” is getting old.
That is correct. The CF is genetic and it never goes away. A transplant extends the person’s life but the new lungs only last so many years. The mucusc rap is still there, gunking up the new lungs and the bronchioles.
At the risk of sounding callous towards people with CF, I find it surprising that someone with CF would ever be approved for a lung transplant, given that it’s only a temporary fix. I thought that transplant lists tended to skew towards people who had the best chance of living the longest with the organ, which usually counts out people with chronic conditions that would cause the organ to deteriorate again, “old” people, etc.
Oh, awesome. There’s no way that woman is coming back no matter how swamped we get. Something went wrong with a mouse - new batteries? it got broken when they were replaced? - I dunno the details, but DumbTemp didn’t say anything to anyone when something minor happend and now the whole thing is getting blamed on her. Grandboss just stomped through, on a complete tear through the suite, dropping f-bombs and telling us, “if something on your desk gets broken or goes missing, please tell me! I shouldn’t have to *tell *people that!” Which, to be fair, is true.
Four months from now a light bulb will burn out and I bet she’ll find a way to blame it on the (ex-)temp.
There are a couple of hospitals out there who have pioneered programs that keep people CF alive and healthy decades longer than it was thought possible. It’s all about getting the patients to do the exercises to break up the mucus, take their medication, eat healthy, and stay active. If the patient can do that, then when the CF does take its inevitable toll, they are prime candidates for transplant, because the lungs stand a chance to outlast them.
Dad, when I return with a housewarming present for my niece/your granddaughter, and it’s a Black and Decker 73 piece starter tool kit with a cordless drill, the correct reaction is not “will she be able to use them?”
Of course she’ll be able to use them. The drill is not powered by penis, okay? She has opposable thumbs, frontal lobes, and the ability to think abstractly. She is, from everything I’ve seen, a wonderful specimen of Homo sapiens. Just because she’s female doesn’t mean she’s less evolved than Homo habilis.
I dunno; I just checked the box, and it says it “blends away greys.” I guess that doesn’t mean “covers greys.” Teach me to not read the box carefully and assume that hair dye covers grey.
I saw a video on henna-ing your hair - two hours with the dye on?!? Yikes!
The other day I was in the middle of something when I got a great idea for something else. I told myself it was a brilliant idea and must write it down as soon as I finish what I was doing so I don’t forget it. Don’t be silly, I said to myself, I’ll just repeat it over and over a couple times and I’ll be sure to remember it. Myself is stupid because I forgot it, of course. Now the world will never know my brilliance.
Do you think you could mow your lawn more often than every 2 weeks or so? And maybe do something about all those dandilions that blowing seeds into my lawn and gardens? Maybe if you hadn’t had 83,402,845 children until (almost literally) your uterus fell out, you could afford to buy a new mower instead of borrowing ours when you happen to see Mr Curl using it. OTOH, since most of those 83,402,845 children you had are male, seems you could buy a push mower and they could mow, instead of siring more babies and bringing them and their girlfriends home to live with you.
Sigh. This doesn’t even address the deflated jumper in the front yard of the across the street and one over house or the six car owned by the folks who made their garage into another bedroom. Why does “family friendly” have to equal trashy?
I want nothing more in life than a small chocolate shake and a nap. I’m stuck with two peanut M&Ms and an afternoon in front of a computer, cooped up in a windowless shoebox at work while it’s breezy and sunny and nice outside - birds singin’, flowers bloomin’.
Well, at least Nature around here has the decency to be cold and threatening rain so being cooped up in my windowless box isn’t so bad, even if all I have is ice water and a bag of cherry Halls…
I have a big view of cold, dreary rain, a hefty mug of hot peppermint rooibos tea, and the ability to adjust the temperature of the suite by fiddling with thermostats and opening and closing office doors. All things considered, I’m doing pretty okay.
Thanks for the info. I had no idea what the eligibility criteria were for these operations.
The friend in question has a tough decision to make in regard to a possible second transplant. It would be another seven hours, at least, of surgery, and she has been weakened in the past year or so by bouts of pneumonia and lengthy hospitalizations.
Was part of a team in the weekly pub quiz at The Pickled Liver on Thursday night. Two of the he quizmaster’s questions: “This 1977 movie had the best-selling music soundtrack of all time. Name it.” And: “Name the main theme from that movie, which hit No. 1 on the charts that year.” Hmmm. 1977. Well, the film must be Saturday Night Fever, and so the song would be “Night Fever.”
Wrong! The correct answers? Rocky and “Gonna Fly Now.” What?!? You said 1977! Rocky was 1976. “Not at all,” he said. "Rocky was 1977, but I’ll double-check it later if you insist. " Which he never did. Grrr! The only thing we could think of was since the movie came out late in the year, it must have been 1977 when the song hit No. 1. Young punk quizmasters, grumble, grumble.
