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Somehow I must’ve fallen through a wormhole in the medical universe here. In response to my call to the neurosurgeon’s team saying the PT place (I 'll call it Joe’s.) doesn’t have a pelvic floor specialist, a PA called me back the very next morning! She was vague: Joe’s could still help. It’s just that almost all SI joint issues are due to pelvic floor stuff. But-but-but if the pelvic floor stuff is almost certainly the culprit, then shouldn’t that be what’s addressed? Yes, but she didn’t know which PT places can handle that.

So I called a place right across the street from the ortho clinic, and voilá ! They have such a specialist! And here’s the amazing part: I called the neuro team to leave a message re: a referral and the PA answered their phone! Furthermore, she sent it right over, and I got a call to schedule only 2 hours later! My first appointment is the day my sister arrives, but she won’t mind. Whew!

My daughter and her hubs closed on their house this morning. They’re homeowners! Thanks again for all your support when I was so worried about it.

Sari, radiation has come a LOOOONG way in the past 30 years. In fact, the changes in just the last 10 years has been phenomenal. What your boyfriend’s mom went through is NOTHING like what a radiation patient experiences now. Today radiation is much more targeted and effective, AND it’s delivered in a way that has less effect on the flesh, etc., it passes through. Can you be present (via phone) when the radiologist talks with your mom about what to expect? That way you could get the info first-hand and ask questions, too. It’d make both of you feel a lot better about it. I’d hate to have you and your mom dread having an experience she won’t have.

I did a lot of research on radiation when I got the breast cancer diagnosis 4 years ago. Then I BEGGED to get radiation, as it would’ve cut the odds of recurrence in half. I went to three radiation oncologists. They all nixed it, as autoimmune diseases that affect the skin make it a no-go. I would not have pushed so hard if it were the nightmare it once was.

I’m so glad Ripple is feeling better. What an ordeal, poor baby. I dunno, could you tell Barky’s mom that it’s a shame people have to leave when Barky shows up, as it interferes with his opportunities to socialize? Maybe make it sound like you assume she’s trying to stop the barking. Sorry you’re in such a tough spot. Hopefully others have some advice.

That’s the most adorable thing I’ve read all day.

FCM, I’m so impressed with the way Tobias falls asleep right after snarfing. He’s obviously a very contented babby.

shoe, best of luck today! I’m just thrilled you’re getting these chances to prove to yourself you have skills and capabilities beyond what you’ve ever expected. Reading about your work accomplishments always brightens my day. And I hope Nikki feels better pronto.

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Then when he woke from his nap and filled his britches, I changed him and put him on his blanket on the floor so I could clean the diaper. He SCREAMED!!! Like red face OMG-WHY-ARE-YOU-DOING-THIS-TO-ME screaming! But as soon as I picked him up, he was fine. Still, I had to carry him around while I made his bottle. Luckily, I can do it one-handed. Rotten kid.

He’s been returned to his mom and I’m back to a quiet house. Not sure if I’m going to make supper or if we’ll graze. For now, I’m going to refill my beverage and chill a bit.

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I am randomly grumpy again today. Every little thing is annoying the crap out of me (even my sweet doggy, so I must be in a bad mood!). People are stupid, technology is stupid, work is stupid, the whole gastric bypass thing is stupid…you get the idea. Also annoying is that I can’t think of a single thing I want to do/would rather be doing right now. Nothing appeals to me. It’s only 3:30pm, but I’m already thinking about going to bed early tonight.

I hope I can shake this overnight. One thing that should help my mood tomorrow is that I’ll be picking up the jewelry I dropped off two weeks ago: I’m looking forward to getting my mom’s day/night ring back with the new black pearl, and I’m really looking forward to seeing the new necklace that uses the diamond from her engagement ring. I hope the latter turned out well. :crossed_fingers:

Tomorrow night I’m going to a favorite place in DC: I’ll be one of a couple dozen singers in a farewell show for a popular local musician who is moving to LA (and retiring from music). I’m only singing one tune, and I’m really going to miss the guy, but in today’s mood all I can think about are (a) that some of the other people who will be there get on my nerves, and (b) how annoying the whole dinner thing is these days.

I actually have multiple plans on Sunday: in the afternoon I’ll be attending a local NAACP Women’s History Month event, and afterwards I’ll be making a second attempt at hanging out with my best friends. The wife rescheduled, after cancelling last Sunday due to illness. I hope she feels OK this time – I want to see her, and also I want her to be feeling better in general (she has some kind of GI issue: she’s in the midst of a bunch of medical testing, and in the meantime she never knows when she might feel sick).

Sorry about your aunt, doggio. I have one who’s turning 70 this year and is a troublemaker and completely batshit: although I dread/often have to ignore her messages, I’ll still be kinda sad whenever it’s her time to go.

I guess I’ll half-ass my way through the last 90 min of the workday, then figure out what I don’t feel like doing afterwards. Heh.

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Today would have been my son Keith’s 46th birthday. I don’t know who coined the term “time heals all things”, but they were way off the mark. On June 1st, it will have been four years since he died, and I still go one day at a time, but these anniversary dates are the worst for all of us. I wish peace for my kids, and for their children who knew and loved him as the best uncle a child could wish for. And for their mother, who I know is grieving still.

So I’m keeping busy today with mundane chores, but the pain seeps through the drone of the vacuum and the splash of water as I wash the car. The pain isn’t as sharp as it was four years ago, but that’s like saying a dull knife doesn’t hurt when it cuts you. Treasure your loved ones while you have them.

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When I read dogbutler and FCM’s posts I realized too how close I am to being in the oldest generation of my branch of the family. I have one aunt left, the younger sister of my mother. And yours truly is the oldest of the cousins.

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What happens at the Waffle House stays at the Waffle House. :waffle:

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I just ordered three more books online. I have all of them already, one is a paperback that’s falling apart, and the other two have been in bad shape since 2010, when they were chewed by my dog Nathan. Those two are part of the Ring of Fire series, of which I have all current books.

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{{{Cookie}}}. Yeah, I’ve never believed time heals all wounds; it just scabs them over and it can get ripped open at any time. All my best.

Oopsie, enjoy the music and as for some of the other people…well, life goes on. And hopefully your friends will be well.

nellie, sounds like good news on the PT front; hope this person can do you some good.

Flyboy, wonder why he called you all upset; sounds like you’re just the onnocent bystander in all of this.

Unknown, would love to have seen a film of GG and the Lemon slice; imagine it would be hilarious.

Wheelie, tigers are rare enough, sorry one has passed on.

Sari, doesn’t she know that people are leaving because of her and her noisy dog? I thought it would be obvious. She really needs the name of a good trainer for Barky.

Cupcakes, even I don’t have all the Ring of Fire books (are you getting the Ring of Fire Press ones?). We need to meet up one of these days just to discuss this series (with about 5 million words written, there’s a lot to discuss…).

OK, need to dress warmly (it’s 59F and heading downward) and get my nightly walk and soccer-watching in. Referee and coach tomorrow, so need to get to bed early and get organized for Saturday.

Take care all.

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@nelliebly :tada::dancer:t3::man_dancing:t2::confetti_ball: :dancer:t3::man_dancing:t2::tada: happy dance for your daughter getting her house and you getting your pelvic floor PT.

{{{{{ everybody else and their loved ones, 2 & 4 legged }}}}}, plus shoe’s non-legged critters.

I’ll be doing good to not fall asleep for the sun goes down. Got my sister’s birthday packages into the post office, my big achievement for the day.

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Odd definition question: would one count a bird’s wings as limbs? :slight_smile: (Trying to decide if my favorite featherhead counts as 2-legged or 4-legged)

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Your featherhead (swell label) is cordially invited to take {{{ }}} from both the 2 legged and 4 legged supply.

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I hope that Nikki is feeling better soon shoe.

That’s sad about the tiger wheelie. They have always been some of my favorites at the zoo.

Yay for the daughter and SIL closing on their house nellie!

{{{cookie}}} Time doesn’t heal all wounds, it only dulls the pain a little.

seanette, a bird’s wings are the equivalent of our arms, so they count as limbs, just not legs.

The apartment is clean, laundry is done and groceries are bought. When I set the trash on the patio to take to the dumpster (once dressed) this morning, the next door neighbor was just letting his standard poodle Sully out. Nelson popped out the door to play with her for a few minutes. They first met when they were both puppies and the neighbor lived in the next building. After his divorce a few months ago, he moved back to the complex. Sully outweighs Nelson by about 20 pounds, but they like to tussle (he’s the fierce one).

When we came home from getting supper, Molly, the Aussie from two doors down was tethered outside. I let Nelson say hello to her and he stood on his hind legs giving her doggy kisses. Her brother Jim (the Belgian) was looking out the door and not able to anything about it. :stuck_out_tongue:

Time to wake up the snoring reddish dog and play in the studio.

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I would like a choice beverage. I don’t know what, but I want one. Maybe a frozen margarita… Not happening. I’ll ponder a bit.

:tada:

cookie my deepest condolences.

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Wifey: You’re such a bonehead.
Me: I’m a little bonehead.
Wifey: No, you’re a medium-sized bonehead. Not a big bonehead, but medium-sized.

:stuck_out_tongue:

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Man, you deserve a break from all the medical crap you’ve been navigating lately. I’m glad something went smoothly for you!

Wheeeee! :tada:

That was incredibly sweet of you.

Proving myself to other people is actually not that difficult or rare, if I truly think through my past. But proving myself to myself is … challenging.

That being said, today went really well! :slight_smile: It was busy as hell - there were more than a few times that I muttered, “Good thing I’m here!” or “Damn, there’s only one of me, gimme a sec!” - but that’s pretty typical for a Friday evening.

Oh, and a former manager swung by for dinner so we got to shoot the shit for a minute, which was nice.

I have many days like this. Everything is annoying, I don’t wanna do what I hafta but nothing else seems worthwhile either, and it all just … it both sucks and blows.
Harrumph!

I hope tomorrow shines more brightly for you.

I am so sorry for your pain. I absolutely loathe that phrase.

The only silver lining is it labels the person for me. “A-ha, a clueless asshole. To be avoided. Got it.”
A useful filter.

My warmest amd most gentle condolences, in lieu of being able to say anything that would be truly helpful.

Last night, her foot was turned all weird, like, she was walking on the top of her paw with her wrist all twisted. That’s what freaked me out.
She’s not doing that today, so hopefully she just slept funny or something.

… oh, lordy, speaking of cats, Monkey just did something unspeakable in the litter box. I had to do something I haven’t done in a long time: light a stick of incense, in pure self-defense.

(And, because I’m a hippie, it’s Nag Champa, the quintessential scent of stoners and potheads alike.)

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Howdy Y’all! Nice slothful day here. Well, I did get some schedulin’ done, so not all sloth, but still pretty slothy.

doggio sorry about your aunt, Qanon nutter, or not, it’s still sad to lose a relative.

shoe you will do great! Hope Nikki’s limp gets better soonest. OK, I see that it went well, just like we knew it would. How sweet of monkey to give you a present!

sari glad Ripple is feelin’ good. Hope the treatments go well for your mom.

Nellie yay for the quick PT appointment! Yay for daughter and hubs about their new home!

{{{Oopsie}}} hope things have improved by now. Maybe your weekend things will cheer you up some.

{{{Cookie}}} I don’t know what to say, so I’ll just send a virtual hug.

OW actually, it’s “What happens at the Waffle House stays on the police blotter.”

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Man, I kinda miss Waffle House now. Want eggs and bacon at 10:30 a.m.? At four in the afternoon? At four in the morning?
… yeah, we got you.

Plus, it was vaguely comforting to know that no matter how messed up you were - or how painfully hung over - you were likely not the most messed up - or hung over - human in the building.

(And if you were: man, you gotta evaluate your life choices. Pretty sure that even the line cooks and waitresses were hurtin’ worse than me, most times I dragged my sorry carcass over there.)

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Up from naptime. Gordie’s walk today was mainly standing in the middle of the parking lot and barking at the golf cart. At least most of the neighbors were at work. :roll_eyes:

And thanks, everybody.

Well, you know what you’re doing, so there’s no need to micromanage.
And hope Nikki feels better.(Alex Catt bad shoulder is acting up, so maybe it’s a Spring cat thing?)

That’s cat level of training. Good lick, Grandma.

{{{{Cookie}}}}

Well, my weekend isn’t till tomorrow afternoon. but thanks for the virtual beer now. :slight_smile:

{{{{sari}}}}

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Thanks for the wishes. I wasn’t going to post anything, as it feels like I’m fishing for a pity party, but it helps me to put things on “paper”.

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True confession: I’ve never been to a Waffle House. There weren’t any within about 500 miles of me when I lived in Wyoming, and there isn’t a single Waffle House in the state of Washington. I shall pack my belongings and move forthwith.

Today my upstairs neighbor was throwing what I think were peanuts in the shell down to the squirrels. This is strictly forbidden here, as squirrels are considered vermin. We can’t have bird feeders for that very reason. Anyway, the squirrels were scurrying toward the treats but suddenly did an about-face and ran for their lives. And what deadly intruders scared them off? Ducks, my friends, ordinary ducks. They waddled in and had a feast. Norman Bates, the psycho squirrel who screamed at me last summer, was not present, bolstering my theory that the woodland creatures gently took him behind a towering pine and beat the bejeebers out of him. If he comes back, I’m gonna…get a duck.

Cookie, I’m so sorry you lost your good son. Time doesn’t heal the wounds of grief, that’s for sure. I think the truth is more like an incident Peg Bracken related in A Window Over the Sink. Her aunt had lost her husband and three-year-old daughter in a theater fire. After she returned to Kansas, she overheard a neighbor say, “I just don’s see how she lives with the memory.”

To which the aunt replied, “You don’t live with it. You live around it. On the edges.”

shoe, glad you had a good day.

oopsie, hope you wake tomorrow feeling better.

doggio, I’m sorry you lost your aunt.

Poor Gordie. He tries to alert the world to marauding menaces, and nobody believes him.