Up stupid early. I think the charger cable that I brought is defective - I hope the one from the car works better, because FCD’s phone was almost dead. My phone is mostly charged, but my tablet isn’t. Always something. At least for the moment I can use my mom’s laptop.
I did sleep pretty well - it’s sooooo quiet up here in the mega-boonies (as opposed to the regular boonies where I live.) It’s also really dark in the room I used - no glowing clock faces or other idiot lights. Once I got my feet warm, I was out till about 4. So I’m up, and there’s no diet coke in this house - whatever shall I do?!?!?
I’ll call the hospital in a few hours to find out when I can see my sweetie. Apparently the visiting hours vary according to the floor/department/whatever. I just hope I can see him before his surgery, because I doubt I’ll see him after, depending on how late in the afternoon they take him.
I will say it’s a relief to know what the actual problem is. The first orthopedic doc who he saw about his knees said he thought it might be ALS, which scared the crap out of both of us. The guy may know knees, but apparently he doesn’t know spines. So for those keeping score, today will be spinal surgery #10 in less than a dozen years. I don’t recall when the first one was, but the last one was May 12, 2020. It’s not fun anymore…
Chances are, I’ll head home today - I only brought one clean shirt and one change of unders. I don’t know - it all depends on when the doc says I can take him home. I may stay a few more days with Mom, or I’ll just stay home and come back to fetch FCD. All because we couldn’t find a spine guy in our area that we trusted. And then we move on to the knees… < headdesk >
Thanks for all the good thoughts and kind words. You’re helping me maintain balance and escape just a bit… and vent. And I did need to vent.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 56 Amurrkin out and clear (as opposed to murky?) with a predicted high of 80 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. Today is laundry day. HOORAY! I also need to clean the smoker. ICK! Sup shall be ribs, N.O.T. sallit, baked beans, and garlic bread. Fartfest to follow. the ribs looked really good when we took ‘em off the smoker, so lookin’ forward to chowin’ down on 'em.
MOOOOOOM hope all goes well with FCD’s surgery. I hope you find out today when he can come home. In the meantime, you take care of yourself, OK? If that means you’d be more comfy at home then I say do that.
I did manage to find the tea bags, so I’ve got some caffeine going. But there’s no bread. How do people live without bread? My mother has gotten weird in her dotage!
FCM I do hope things work out but if I was in your shoes I’d of spent most of the day and all night in a bar or row of bars …(has the dubious distinction of legally drinking the limit in every bar in seal beach CA’s old town in 18 hours )
That’s the reason they (under mom’s orders) didn’t let me see mom before she passed unexpectedly … of course, I didn’t find this out until decades or so later …
So I will refrain from whining about my evening of crap that was experienced…
: slides a bottle of Parthian tiger sweat metal mouses way: happy birthday slippery Jim
I am glad they figured out what was going on with, FCD. It’s a shame it took a trip to the ER to get a proper diagnosis. I am sending my very best for a smooth surgery and a speedy recovery. Remember to take care of yourself, FCM.
Happy Birthday, Metal Mouse! I hope your day is fantastic!
I just cannot shake feeling super tired and worn down. I just want to sleep, but I have bills to pay and I do enjoy having food in the house, so I gotta work. At least I only have two more wake-ups after today and then it’s another three-day weekend for me.
Afternoon, mumpers! I am in the campus office today, had a nice walk to the station in the sun but now it’s looking pretty cloudy out there. Weather app says “There is this cat. Let’s call him Odie. Odie thinks this weather is the fucking best!” and promises 15C/59F up to 16C/60F and mostly sunny.
Public transport was not too much of a nightmare on the journey and there’s only two of us in the office so it’s very quiet. I’m kind of irked that I’ve hauled the laptop in with me for one half-hour meeting and then I have to lug it home again. But it’s only one day a week, and then back to my home comforts
Happy Metal Mouse Day! - I hope you have an enjoyable day and you find something fun to do in celebration.
Mooom sorry to hear about all the drama with FCD but it’s good that they are looking at him quickly rather than you having to wait for him to get the right kind of treatment. I hope they can get him sorted out soon and you can take him home again.
FCM, you’ve clearly entered a strange, strange land. I hope you find bread and that FCD’s surgery goes smoothly.
And Happy Metal Mouse Day!
I got my revenge run in last night. Just three miles with walking intervals, but it felt good. Another RR is on the books for tonight. It was gorgeous yesterday - 72F and sunny - but today the high is 40F. Go figure. Oh, well - time to work. I managed to obtain a pressure cooker the other day and spent about 30 minutes playing with it this morning. Now it’s merrily pressurizing - I’m a little afraid of it because it’s new, so I turned it on and ran away. Hopefully the ceiling will still be intact by the time it’s done.
Squeaky brought home a cold from school, which he promptly passed on to me and his mother. It wiped her out this weekend, and it’s doing a number on me - and I have a fully functional immune system!
FCM - fingers crossed for FCD.
Metal Mouse - conga-rats on another successful lap.
Fingers and other appendages crossed for FCD’s surgery.
Happy Metal Mouse Day!
Time to chill for the evening. Too much to do and that’s not going to change soon. At least we got a date for the gardener that’s going to building a planting bed along the side, so hubby will have something a bit more interesting to look at from his office at home.
Happy birthday Metal Mouse! (is it just me that misses the funky colour options?)
Hope everything goes great for FCD- I’ve had the most minor of spine surgeries once, and that was enough for me.
Mm, they’re not the housemates from hell exactly- I’ve had them before- they’re the housemates from heck, the diet hell alternative. It’s just constant minor annoyances; they’re not stealing my stuff, having wild parties, involved with a terrorist organisation or leaving broken glass all over the floor every day, none of which were random examples…
My brain is utterly fuzzed today, after staring at screens and trying to make things add up when they don’t. I swear the clients have some secret society where they come up with new weird and creative ways to be wrong.
Now I just need to wait until I can get in the kitchen to heat something up, and I can slob for the rest of the evening.
Afternoon all. Have been probed, bled, chest shaved in spots, and my urine collected, along with filling out 12 pages of stuff…just a normal annual checkup. Doc prescribed BP medicine, I’ll go pick it up here in a bit.
Thanks to all for the B-day wishes. Since I/we often describe it as another trip around the sun, I looked it up and I covered 384,000,000 miles going around (of course, so did everyone else). Total for the years is 39.7 Billion Miles, which is nearly three times farther than Voyager has traveled…and 0.001 the distance of a light-year…space is BIG.
OK, need to consider nappage before soccer practice. All y’all take care.
Oh wow, that’s not good. The fancy term the docs might use for this is “adjacent segment disease” but to us laypeople, it’s just bad. Here’s hoping all goes well and that recovery is reasonably uneventful.
Have read all but was glued to the news with my cleaning lady. Since no political stuff here, will just say Thank God Almighty and let it go at that. Also, relief feels much better than frustration and anger.
FCM, hoping surgery went well. It sounds like a huge one, but hopefully he’ll make a quick recovery. I can only imagine how relieved you both must feel to have that issue fixed.
HAAAAAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR MOUSE OF METAL! I’m very glad you got yourself borned. Amazing how far you traveled this year with all the COVID restrictions in place, huh? While I can think of more fun celebrations than getting one’s cumulative parts checked, it’s a nice way of honoring the vessel that carts you around. I hope there’s cake in your immediate future.
Didn’t want to mention it yesterday with all FCM was going through, but I had a huge disappointment yesterday, and it led me to doubt central parts of myself, if that makes any sense. Rough day, rough night. I’ve gone through too many damned losses this year, all huge. Not feeling sorry for myself, just noting my lack of equilibrium.
It’s gorgeous day, and I think I’ll go for a long walk.
