Talk about your day thread

[spike]

walking pneumonia

I've never heard this expression. We just call it Frito flu around here.

Get well soon.

[Biff Pocoroba]

Last night was a mom Saturday night. Took her, and my sister, to an Elton John/Billy Joel tribute show at a small local amphitheater. First of all I was not expecting them to play just over two and a half hours. I was surprised how well and tight they played too, they were definitely well rehearsed and not just guys fooling around. “Elton” was the better piano player but the other guy actually did have a similar voice as Joel. I thought it would be something nice to do for/with my mom but I legit has a good time too.

[spike]

Currently waiting around for an electrician who’s two hours late. They said our original 8am would be his first appt of the day.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Much better, thanks. Roids did the trick.

I got $25 knocked off the electrician estimate since he was so late, so feeling better about that. Will take them a month to get me a proposal for EV chargers; good thing we’re not in a hurry.

[Higgs]

You guys know we are going through some health shit just now with my wife doing chemo, but my experience the other day was next level.

Wife had her second treatment last Tuesday, so its usually the week following that can be pretty shit as her body essentially fights the poison being pumped through her. The first treatment ended up with an overnight hospital stay as she had an infection through her bowels, which isn't uncommon. This time though we knew a bit more of what to expect, so were better prepared and managing things better. But still, on Sunday she is noticing some pain and so we are watching it, deciding if we need to do a run to the ED if it gets any worse. But she's OK at this point.

Around lunchtime on the same day I get a Messenger call from my son who is currently with friends in LA. He's in a panic because he reckons his wisdom tooth is coming through at the back of his mouth and he is in agony and needs to see an emergency dentist. He says he can "see the white lump of tooth" and its "coming through on a weird angle at the back of his mouth". I'm kinda stunned about this and essentially I don't believe it at all. He's currently doing a course of invisiline teeth 'moulds' to straighten his teeth over time and I know that they would have checked his wisdom teeth before they even started. I'm almost positive this is a combination of (a) poor oral hygiene, (b) the invisiline mould irritating his gum, and (c) early onset of scurvy from poor nutrition as he and his 20-something mates wouldn't have eaten a fruit nor a vegetable in the past 3 weeks.

But he's in a panic and takes some talking around on this. In the end I convince him to take his invisiline out for the day, take some paracetemol or ibuprofen, gargle with salt water and if possible go see a pharmacist who might be able to help him out before heading off to find an emergency dental clinic in LA on a Saturday night!

While I'm in the middle of this run of Messenger texts and calls with my son I start then also getting texts from my daughter who is currently spending loots of time at her long term boyfriends place (his family love her and are nice people - she's almost 19 and it all works pretty well at this point). She's having intense pain in her belly and thinks she has a UTI that may have spread to her kidney. What the actual fuck is going on in my life I begin to wonder. Her boyfriends mum is looking after her but it looks as though she will be making a Sunday afternoon trip to the ED.

So to recap, all at the same time on Sunday I was watching my wife to make sure her bowel situation was going OK and checking she didn't need to visit the ED, at the same time trying to manage my (slightly) hypochondriac son from 10,000 km away and talk him down from his panic about his apparent dental crisis, and also dealing with my daughter who looked to have a pretty decent kidney infection going and was likely heading off to the ED. If I wasn't so stressed at the time I would have laughed.

In the end wife was fine and no issues there. Son took my advice and removed his mouth piece, took some pain meds and gargled with salt water. Amazingly his pain went away and so he headed off to watch the Dodgers vs Mets game. Daughter however did end up in hospital on Monday morning and had to stay overnight. They pumped her full of fluids and antibiotics and I ended up staying with her most of yesterday afternoon before bringing her home. She's here now feeling pretty good.

So that was my Sunday and Monday. Fuck me am I totally sick of hospitals and sickness. All I need now is to have caught Covid from my afternoon in the hospital and that would be the perfect end to a perfect weekend!

/rant

[wease]

Holy shit Higgs. Glad you’ve made it thru

[epilogue]

Sweet baby Jesus, Higgs! I'm so sorry.

[Norah]

lol ED

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Higgs]

God damn Higgs. Don’t forget to take care of yourself somewhere in there.

This is the bit I need to work on. Currently this involves ignoring a lot of my work responsibilities, but that too is a double-edged sword. Thankfully my clients are generally really quite wonderful people and have been very understanding. I have 2 staff who take care of a lot of the day-to-day stuff for us as well, so that's a good thing.

I think I might take the wife away for the weekend this week. It would be nice just to go on a long arse drive somewhere with a fireplace waiting at the other end. And beer.

[Higgs]

lol ED

Should it be ER? I've genuinely been wondering this everytime I type it out!

[Norah]

lol ED

Should it be ER? I've genuinely been wondering this everytime I type it out!

here it's ER. ED is erectile dysfunction hence the lol.

[Higgs]

Ha! What a dick!

[LetMeSleep]

Strewth mate.

[Peeps]

yesterday was a bit weird


going to the T station here by work there were several police cars outside and one was a K-9 unit.

i walked behind the cop and his bomb sniffing hound to catch the T

was a bit un-nerving as you dont really think of Pittsburgh to be a target

[Higgs]

Strewth mate.

[BurtReynolds]

I pass a crazy homeless man talking to himself as I myself am muttering notes into a black box that I carry with me everywhere I go. Are we any different?

[E.H. Ruddock]

I pass a crazy homeless man talking to himself as I myself am muttering notes into a black box that I carry with me everywhere I go. Are we any different?

Next time you pass him, ask him if the earth is flat or globular

[BurtReynolds]

I pass a crazy homeless man talking to himself as I myself am muttering notes into a black box that I carry with me everywhere I go. Are we any different?

Next time you pass him, ask him if the earth is flat or globular

He doesn't even know I'm there.