A little over a year ago, my then 71 year old mother took a header down the stairs and spent the night in the Emergency Room. Never did hear too much about what may have caused it.
A couple of weeks ago she took a nasty fall. Again, never heard why.
Sunday she was passing out in Church, so some nice friends drove her and her car home.
Monday she had a Doctor’s appointment. She strangely asked me to come along and I declined. My father was there in the room when she asked. She didn’t press the issue, he didn’t say anything.
So now she’s on meds. But she continues to drive all over the planet during the day.
We’re not allowed to have our cellphones at work anymore (damned stupid people!) so I leave mine in my car. About had a stroke myself when there was a message waiting for me today. Fortunately, it was only my Vet, calling to check on my cat.
But I’m waiting for that call. The one where she passes out behind the wheel.
A confused hospital worker showed up at my office door with a plastic bag of something, and explained that she had a stool sample and didn’t know where to put it.
I really don’t need any more shit in my office so I directed her to the clinical laboratory.
It could be worse. You could look up to find someone in your doorway with a bag of shit.
Even that is preferable to having Ms. Jolly Time rapping on your door while simultaneously saying “Knock Knock!!!”
Why do people in my village insist on parking over the sidewalk? It’s a sidewalk, not a sidepark!
Given the number of elderly and infirm in this town who use the sidewalks with their walkers and scooters, you’d think people would realize that forcing others to walk either in the street or across the grass is a bad fucking idea.
I’m torn between being angry at your mom for endangering herself and others (mostly the others who have no say in it), and wanting to tell the joke about hoping she dies peacefully in her sleep, not screaming in terror like the people in the other car.
Oh, that is just ASKING for it, especially if there’s anything at all dangerous, like, say, bleach. Or electricity. While I can sympathize with a parent trying to save money, bringing a kid into a workplace and letting him/her roam the space, taking whatever catches his/her eye is a dandy way to get fired. Or for the kid to cause a fire, or for the kid to compromise security. The cleaning person needs to either find child care in some way, or find another job that IS kid-friendly. Because this is unacceptable.
Has the cleaning person been told that the company knows about this kid and his/her sticky little fingers?
Have you tried a Neti Pot? My husband has really, really bad seasonal allergies, and I get bad sinus colds - both of us have started to use the Neti Pot and it’s amazing, especially if you consistently do it a couple of times a day.
ETA: I have had those “can’t blow my nose how hard I try” sinus colds and this broke it up and flushed it all out within two uses.
Missed this one too - the husband is also going through this process right now. Apparently there is a pretty high success rate with it. Guess we’ll see in the spring!
The only downside is that you either need to go in weekly, then every two weeks, then every month, for a shot. Or, you can get someone at home to learn how to do it for you. I do my husbands for him - they’re SC.
I take Singulair, which stopped my lifelong allergies in their tracks. I had to use a RX nasal spray that I think was steroids at first as well as the Singulair, in order to deal with the secondary symptoms, but once my sinuses got back to normal, I was able to quit that. Before I found this little wonder drug, every available space in my head would fill up with snot as long as there was something blooming, or blowing in the breeze, or shedding. Now I’m on year 12 with no symptoms at all.
IANAD and all that, just hoping that it will work for others as it did for me!
Because they won’t give it to me! And I move too much for the batteries of tests allergologists run, according to my main doc (well, to my last two main docs).
Can *anybody *in this fucking company get *anything *done other than at the last fucking second? Seriously? Ugh. (I mean, come on. Our color printer is a piece of shit, your meeting is at 11, and you’re still working on your materials at 10:15?)
Well jesus fuck, woman, find a new fucking doctor. Someone who insists on a battery of tests for what are probably seasonal allergies instead of just giving you a fucking script for a fucking *allergy *medication that’s been out so long it has a generic and will probably cost you $5 for a six-month supply is fucking power tripping and deserves to be kicked to the fucking curb.
We got an email today stating that “Friday Oct. 29, we will be turning the heat on due to cooler weather.”
It was 81 degrees out today.
Once the heat is on, it is not turned off until sometime in March, and we do not have access to thermostats. We have maybe 15 days of cold weather in this town. I am not sure why, with all the marvels of modern technology surrounding us, that they cannot have a heating and cooling system that is adjusted at will. I guess it is just too advanced.
So I’m the monkey who is updating copy on a website with copy provided by a professional advertising agency. Lady at said agency says that she has marked up changes and deletions in blah blah way, so that’s cool.
Except when she misses some of the changes.
And then project manager tells me to either check word for word or just mass copy and paste the new copy. Fuck that shit. How about going back to this chick and telling her ‘hey, your copy is fucked up, fix it’? Not to mention the fact I had to fix a typo.
Here’s an email I got today (Wednesday, after 2:00 pm) from a co-worker, one if five people in our little team from hell. It was addressed to two of us on the team:
"I ordered a Birthday Cake for (boss) on Thursday…it will be delivered bright and early. Anything you would like to give is appreciated. The Cake was $50 and (co-worker 1) & (co-worker 2) gave $10.
Cheers - (Dipshit co-worker 3)"
No discussion in advance, no options as to what might be ordered. She just ordered the cake, and then treated the rest of us to this brown-nosing blackmail. Of course I knuckled under and gave her 10 bucks.
Now, I like my boss fine, and would be happy to help her celebrate her birthday, and I don’t care much about the $10, but this is about the least classy way for this co-worker to set about it I can think of.
This, by the way, is the same loud obnoxious dame who laughs at everything she says and talks too loud, but is the princess and the pea if anyone else makes any noise. She is truly the gift that keeps on giving.
Roddy
The cleaning company was contacted regarding this…while the cleaner who was bringing her kids will probably not be fired, it’s my understanding that she was so severely reprimanded that she will not be bringing the kids in again. I also found out that this particular cleaner is assigned to show up at 2 AM. :eek:
And yes, we have all kinds of dangerous stuff laying around…and lots of “original copies” that have never even been scanned.
I laid in bed this morning for 15 minutes after the alarm went off. I have an extremely mild case of the flu, nothing worth bothering with, but I felt kinda crappy and, more importantly, I’m feeling kinda burnt out and really didn’t want to go to work.
But I went anyway. Half of our important systems were down for a major chunk of the day, causing no end of difficulties.
Shoulda fucking stayed in bed. Gotta stop allowing my brain to override my intuition. It’s like when it’s 45 minutes before my scheduled lunch time and I have this overwhelming “time to go to lunch” feeling, but I decide to take one more call. I can bet money every freaking time that I’m going to get a bad call that will take an hour or more.
I think having the tests is a great idea, because you will know for certain what it is you’re allergic to (not cats for me which surprised me, but trees and grasses were a four plus reaction!), but they can give you prescriptions based on symptoms for everything else; I don’t see why he can’t give you one for these. Nava, I mean, not you, Shot From Guns.
