Flatlined, add me to the cheering section of folks glad to see you getting help. It WILL get better. While you wait for your appointment, and for your prescribed therapy to kick in, don’t forget the documented mood enhancement benefits of chocolate and kitty scritches and puppy snuggles! (((((Hugs)))))
Meanwhile, my next door neighbor? An old crotchety rat bastard! I absent-mindedly left the gate open while gettingone dog into the truck tthis morning. Naturally, Pandora the Wonder Mutt found her way out, and into the neighbor’s yard. So there I am, trying to corral a skittish, very stupid Pyrenees/St. Bernard mix, while Mr. Congeniality is ranting that I’d BETTER get that mutt, and that it’s bad enough that he has to hear her barking all the time! I hope he mixes up his Poligrip and his Preparation H.
By the way: yes, she’s a barky dog, but (a) she spends 75% of the day and all night indoors, and (b) if I catch her outside barking just because she sees the neighbor or his landscaper or someone, I bring her indoors. Plus, it’s not like she’s barking into his window: it’s 100 yards between our homes. But this is the neighbor who, when Tony introduced himself immediately after we bought the land, immediately started bitching about the kids and dogs and how loud they’d be - before he’d even met any of the family. My reaction? He could have bought the land himself, if it was so important to him to maintain his miserable solitude.
Two words for you - sedation dentistry. I developed a good healthy fear of dentistry after years of having work done without being frozen properly (I didn’t even know that fillings weren’t supposed to hurt!), and I get all my work done under sedation now. Take a few pills, get driven to the dentist, fall asleep, wake up in your own bed later in the day with everything finished. It is a Godsend - you can get all that work done in one visit. It’s more expensive, but it’s worth it.
Today’s rant - so tired! So sore! I overdid it yesterday with the house cleaning and going for a walk and getting ready to sell our house - one more day of hard work, then we should be ready. I’m starting to get excited about selling our house.
De-lurks to add my voice to the “hang in there flatlined” chorus. Those garbage-eating kittens aren’t going to spay themselves.
Yet another reason I like Dopers: such a practical bunch. “We’ll, I WAS gonna kill myself, but, yanno, the weather’s been so bad lately … Nah. Might as well live.”
Hang in there, everyone.
Oh, and EmilyG? I’m one of those people who posted “my wonderful Mom” glurge on my FB as well, but if it makes you feel any better, it’s because she’s territorial and possessive and has the emotional maturity of a toddler, so if I DIDN’T post the glurge it would have meant yet another endless pointless argument. She quite literally told me that the only thing she wanted for Mothers Day was for me to post on FB that I have the best mommy in the world. Yes, verbatim: “mommy.”
Well, you don’t want to inconvenience people, right? I have no access to weapons or dangerous drugs (does Tylenol with codeine count?). Trying to wreck a vehicle isn’t a guarantee. Jumping means someone has to clean you up. Bleeding out is seriously messy business, and then if you do it at home you’ve ruined the house.
Anyway …
I went to lunch with some friends today. One the way home I started to experience some … intestinal discomfort. I drove briskly yet safely, and upon arriving home, set everything down and go the baby out of the car seat as fast as I could. Alas, I could feel myself losing the battle. I dropped trou on the bath mat so I wouldn’t have to clean the floor. Afterwards, I immediately picked up the bath mat and its contents and put it in the washing machine on the longest cycle with an extra rinse.
I left my phone in my pocket. I got it less than three months ago.
And later on in the day, my 8 year old fell off one of the bar stools that sits at our kitchen island. You might have thought his arm was ripped clean out of the socket by his howling. He insisted that it had to be broken and that we needed to go to the emergency room immediately. Luckily, he has his well child visit scheduled tomorrow so I told him that if it really was that bad, we would get X-rays at his appointment. As the evening went on, it became very clear that there’s no way on earth it’s broken and I’m really freaking glad I didn’t overreact.
News story tonight - kids in Calgary are having more cavities since they took fluoride out of the water here. What the fuck did you think would happen, asshole city councillors?!? There’s only five billion studies out there telling you that small amounts of fluoride in water prevents cavities, so in your infinite wisdom, you went after the junk science and took the fluoride out of the water here. I hope every kid who has tons of cavities sues you people for their dental bills.
You are so right about snuggles and they usually help. Chocolate doesn’t even sound good now. I haven’t wanted sex for a couple of weeks and usually I’m all over him. I am so doomed
I did smile at the Poligrip/Prep H curse, and will remember it for later use. When I moved to my AZ home, there were lots of empty lots. Someone bought the lot next to my crazy neighbor lady and built a HUGE garage that blocked her view. She complained about it until the day she died. She complained about the kids across the street who did such things as go out in their yard and play. She complained about everyone who dared to live on her street. I really felt sorry for her, she must have been so unhappy.
I love how you cut to the chase right away. Cracks me up all the time. Avery537 is spot on, though.
YESYESYES!!! This times 1000. When I was looking for razor blades, I was thinking about cutting my wrists in one of the guest room bathtubs…to confine the mess.
I once knew someone who was afraid to drive. Not only did she not drive, she did everything she could to avoid public transportation and mostly walked or rode her bike. Her world was very small. The reason for her phobia? She was driving home from work when someone jumped off the overpass and landed on her hood. The inconsiderate bastard died and she was left scarred for life.
Speaking of driving, did they stop putting turn signals in cars? I really do miss seeing those lights blinking so I’ll know that the driver in front of me is going to put on the brakes for a right turn. Come on, people, there are other people on the road. Be predictable!!!
Just gonna pop in to add to the well-wishes for you, flatlined.
And, yes, we are still waiting for wedding pics (and kitteh pics, and Buttercup pics). So go download a tutorial about how to put things on photobucket, and then come back and ENTERTAIN US!
… I actually don’t have any rants right now. I did manage to lock myself out of my voicemail at work, but that’s not a problem. (Actually, all voicemails are sent to my email inbox, so I’m not getting to ignore anything. Boo.)
Weren’t you in Houston? My experience there is that Houstonians are so unused to blinkers that seeing one at work makes them exclaim “wait, is it Christmas already? We just passed Thanksgiving!”
Finally got my bunion removed. The pain was ugly but not as bad as when the veneers on my teeth failed.:eek:. Now I’m hobbling along with this bloody boot. One week to go.
I hope that the massive piles of pecan tree pollen translates into a bumper crop of nuts this winter. Because that’s the only thing keeping me from chopping down every single pecan tree in a two-hundred mile radius of me right now. Fuck these allergies!
The garbage collectors, who seem to purposefully do as much as they can to leave the empty cans in such an arrangement as prevents people from walking on the sidewalk (in the morning when I go to work, before anyone has had a chance to take them in). We have very narrow sidewalks, no front yards, and the only way around is to walk in the street.
The hot weather and the no air conditioning at home (this is San Francisco, after all) so that I can’t sleep.
The drought in California. We had some rain in February and March, which prevented this from being the driest rainy season in history; now it’s just the third very dry year in a row. Come on, El Nino!
Why am I having such a hard time receiving books ordered from the UK? Is customs doing something to hold them up? Am I on somebody’s list?
I know there’s one other thing, and now it pisses me off that I can’t remember what it is.
Mini shopping related rant: The dog food manufacturers are getting rid of 17.6 pound (8 kilo) bags of food and replacing them with 15 pound bags, but keeping them at the same price. I’d rather see a little price raise and pay a bit extra for a full 8 kilo bag. I feel a little cheated paying the same price for less food.
Kitty barfed like a scene from “The Exorcist” this morning. She’s been able to eat a little bit of chicken today and keep it down. She’s not looking very good today overall - poor thing. She was running around at top speed yesterday - today, not so much. I’m keeping track of her bad days, and they are starting to add up. It’s disconcerting when she seems to have such good days, and then such bad days. I think, “Hey, she’s doing pretty good after all,” then the next day, I’m thinking, “Okay, is this it? Is she suffering too much?”
I take it that you also got to deal with a dental tech who refused to believe that the veneers had failed on their own, and who proceeded to clean your teeth with a cotton swab soaked in cold water? >.<
You have city service, don’t you? I used to use a private garbage collection service and they always put my cans back where I left them. Now that we using city service, they come with trucks with arms that grab the cans, dump them and just kinda drop them wherever. I’ve watched them, and I’ve seen 5 year old kids do better with that hook and grab-a-toy thing than they do.
Its amazing on how you end up on lists. For a while after 911, every single package I got from out of country was opened and sometimes my in country ones were. It stopped for a while and then I got hooked up with the Leathernecks and started happening again. I understand that every registered motorcycle club is considered by home land security to be domestic terrorists.
I’m with you. I know that pet food is going up, everything is. STOP making the bags/cans smaller for the same price. I shop for specific amounts of time, I don’t want to run out before my next planned shopping trip.
(((Cat Whisperer))) I’m so sorry. Its so hard to make the decision. Something The Best Vet in the World told me when I was dealing with Fred’s end days was to ask myself if I would want to live like he was living, or would I want someone to end my suffering. (He did know my opinion on assisted suicide for terminal patients, you might feel differently than I do, so it might not help.)
Quite frankly, nothing you hear online or from rl people (except your husband and vet, of course) matters. What matters is your kitty and your heart.
Wow, too late for editing…I sure did mess that one up.
HAHAHA!!! Jokes on you Count Blucher! If Bill follows my written directions (and I have no reason to think that he won’t), there won’t be a grave. Any useful organs will be donated, whatever is left will go the medical college for students to practice on and then will be cremated. I’m pretty sure that Bill will do what I want, because his written directions say to donate his body to the body farmbecause he’s pretty sure that all of his stuff is used up.
Avarie537 how’s your son’s arm?
Nava you cracked me up. You are so right about Houston drivers. The only ones who use their turn signals have out of state plates…or are driving those huge RV’s who turn so wide that their signals don’t cancel, so you never know what the fuck they are going to do.
Very annoyed by the pathetic controllers that came with my new Atari Flashback (v.4). We have better controllers on the way to us, fortunately. Some games are essentially unplayable on the wireless joysticks that came with the console.
That’s what I want to do with myself, too. checks link Holy Hannah, there’s a body farm at WCU? That’s like an hour away from me! My Older Sister is an alumna there! That’s where I’m going. I trust you, my fellow Dopers, to see that this happens.
