(I originally posted this in the Member News Discussion thread, for some reason... )
Well, let's see...after two years of crushing underemployment nearly leading to suicide, I found a real job about 9 months ago. I'm a data analyst at an online advertising company. I've learned a LOT since then (mainly PostgreSQL, Perl, R, Linux, and Bash shell scripting).
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Cleanliness is next to godliness.
Godliness is next to impossible.
Therefore, cleanliness is next to impossible.
Okay. The night before last, Sonoma Bear started feeling bad and started running a temperature. At first it seemed like he might have a cold, but then his temperature spiked very fast. He then became very dazed and confused, so I called 911.
He is now in the hospital, and though greatly improved, he will be there for several more days.
At first we thought he had pneumonia again, but now they believe he has a bacterial infection in his lungs. They will do a CAT scan tomorrow morning (the second one) to get a better picture of what is going on.
Monday I had a 'EPS with ablation of PVCs', really upset cause the discharge instructiions said I can't drive or lift more than 10 lbs, so I can't take care of my grandchildren till next week. I'm starting to miss holding my 17 mo. old grandaughter, old age sucks. I'm not sure but I think they put 5 or 7 catheters in my groin to get to my heart so they could zap sections that were causing problems. Like I said, old age sucks.
Today I walked into Sonoma Bear's hospital room and saw a team of doctors and nurses swarming over him. Apparently he had a very serious crash and they were rushing him down to ICU with the intent of intubating him.
But, an hour later he was doing fine and begging to be allowed to sit up on the edge of his bed. He's still in ICU for monitoring, but at least there was no need to intubate.
At this point in the year, 2011, I find myself wishing for a rewind.
After a particularly emotionally bad holiday season, and the hell that a new computer system at work always causes, I got knocked down by a nasty flu virus.
Then my furcatkid, Flint, died of kidney disease (my first furkid death, which was really hard on me).
Then I got knocked down a few weeks later by another nasty flu virus.
Then, just as I had started to feel better from the second flu, I started to feel worse again. Not a good sign, but per usual, my stubbornness kept me from going to the doctor about it until about two weeks had gone by of getting progressively worse. The day that I came home from the doctor's appt with a prognosis of acute bronchitis and walking pneumonia, Tika, a second furcatkid and also my firstborn of furkids, died on my bed of kidney failure at 9:00 that night.
Then, just as I was feeling better and dealing better with the deaths of Tika and Flint, two weeks ago, I took a vacation day to go VROOM'ing. I didn't even get a mile from home before I went pavement surfing from avoiding hitting a van in front of me that suddenly decided to stop and then switch direction at a light that had turned yellow that I didn't want to miss, therefore I was closer to the vehicle in front of me than I normally would be when riding.
After one week out of work and one week back at work on pain meds, my left broken collar bone, severely fugged up left knee (thankfully, not broken though), and bruised left ribs along with basically a bruised entire left side, are getting a little better every day and I'm busy being thankful for every simple new thing that I can accomplish as the days go by that I couldn't just the day before.
People keep telling me and, I want to believe, that things will get better from here. I certainly do hope so.
Hello, Is this just for health issues or any kind or good/bad news? Well anyway I just got banned from 'Dissident Philosophy' forum. I joined late in '09 and over a year later I pissed the admin. off and he deleted my account. Re-registered and after a few months deleted my own account in protest. Now I've (along with a few others) pissed off the owner and, with those others, got banned. I think I'm on a roll.
Until you get banned by an Admin for complying with a request from not one but two Mods or, better yet, for not posting for a month, then you can complain
Until you get banned by an Admin for complying with a request from not one but two Mods or, better yet, for not posting for a month, then you can complain
--J.D.
Doesn't it count for something that several of us were banned together?
Meh... I got banned from a cooking forum once. I made the mistake of pointing out the admin's boyfriend was a racist. That didn't go over very well.
When another forumite mentioned that his next door neighbors were Vietnamese, the admin's boyfriend told him that he should "watch his dogs and cats".
The same day, in a thread about playing music during a dinner party, the boyfriend declared that he didn't like any music "that you could chunk spears too".
And I got banned for pointing out that he was a racist shithole. No warning. Just instantly banned.
On the brighter side - which started out to be bright, grew dim, but is now bright again - my husband finally got out of the hellhole he worked in for years and got a job driving a rig like he's always wanted to and went to school for when he was partially laid off awhile ago.
I say it started off bright because the offer he signed on for was to net him the same that he made where he used to work.
Then it got dim when for the first month, he only netted half of what he used to make.
Now it's looking brighter since his last couple of weeks have netted him just a little over what he used to make.
He's working third shift which is hard for him to adjust to, but he looks forward to going to work every day now rather than dreading it like he used to.
__________________ The miracle of the appropriateness of the language of mathematics for the formulation of the laws of physics is a wonderful gift which we neither understand nor deserve. -Eugene Wigner
I picked up Ron's ashes at the funeral home today. Once home, I placed his ashes in a Zulu basket that we brought back from Africa and placed it on our dresser in the bedroom.
At that point I broke down.
Simply writing this is enough to start my tears again. I miss him so much.
The pain and sorrow I feel hurts so much, but my pain and sorrow would have been far greater if I had never had him in my life.
You may not be able to hear me, Ron, but I love you.
Some asshole decided to cut in front of me at the last moment yesterday on the way home from grocery shopping. I didn't stand a chance. My car that's done me well for the past 10 years got totaled in the process, but not before I spun her dumb ass around a few times.
I was wearing my seat belt as I always do, so my neck and back hurt some, but that's it. My step son wasn't wearing his seat belt as he never does, so he got thrown around more. His head met the windshield; his knee and hand, the dash; and his arm, the door panel. He's hurting today, but he'll be okay.
I give up. I think I'll just to go to sleep for the rest of the year.
My step son wasn't wearing his seat belt as he never does, so he got thrown around more. His head met the windshield; his knee and hand, the dash; and his arm, the door panel.
Sorry for both of you, but I do hope your step son will have a (belated) change of mind about wearing seat belts as a result of this accident.
Several tornadoes touched down in Western Mass late this afternoon. The devastation is incredible. And after what I saw in the 4 hours it took to get home, the downed tree in my backyard that took out the fence is just a-okay with me. Oh my fucking god.
And then my cell phone died when my husband and step-son were out trying to get to me (all the streets were blocked by downed trees, power lines, debris, etc) and I had no way of knowing if they were okay, which was really bad, considering that I had learned (while holed up in a Pride gas station for 2 hours with a flock of other people) that two more tornadoes were headed for our specific direction.
I finally got home, just as my truck was about to die due to overheating, called my husband, found that they were okay, they found that I was okay, my animals are okay... fuck the tree hitting the fence. Who gives a fuck. We're all okay, and like I said, from what I saw on the way home.. pshaw.. tree on the fence. Meh.
I'm so glad that everyone is unharmed and then secondly that my house is still in one piece. Oh. my. god.