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Yeah, you guys have all been awesome. Not saying I’m going anywhere, mind you, just preparing you for more of the same subtle unpredictability (sorry). On the plus side, I feel awesome tonight (skipped a dose). Am pretty sure I was mildly thyrotoxic this afternoon, ophthalmologist even sent me home and rescheduled because I looked so horrible. If I feel decent tomorrow, I’ll take a half dose and see how it goes. Called my doctor and got the usual “go to the ER” bs. As if I have 6 hours to kill so they can tell me I’m fine? Pfft, some of us need to keep our jobs, thanks. Going to the ER under my own power = useless. I have voicemail for that kind of advice. As far as my wife goes, I tell you what, it is ad infinitum times easier being the ailing one. She’s a hell of a trooper, but it’s scary. I’ll ask her today if she minds me going into it or not (I was pretty out of it today, didn't get to see them much). I haven't had a chance to read the books yet (have to find someone with them because I won't spend money on a non-OGL product), but it sounds as if they ripped from BoNS whole cloth. Sliding an enemy off a cliff sounded a little...crazy, but I'll reserve judgment on the fun factor until I get a chance to sit down with it. I was positive in the gap following the last post you had gone beyond the pale and we’d not be hearing from you again, but I didn’t want to violate your privacy by having Gary dispatch a rig to your place (sounds as if it would have missed you regardless). I sympathize, as I can’t say I would be in a different place if my wife passed, except now I have a greater responsibility to my son. I am very pleased you made the decision to remain among the living. I can’t speak for your wife, not having known her, but I doubt she would want you to be anything except happy. Hotels have a real tendency to lie like crazy when it comes to internet access, not sure why that is. I suppose they figure that once you are there, what are you going to do, cry about it? Apparently, I have a real penchant for speaking out of turn when it comes to medical prophecy. Nevertheless, I have an incredible gift when it comes to predicting opposite outcomes (joy). Not my place to discuss my wife’s medical history here without asking her first, but she had the follow-up today to discuss the MRI, and things did not go well. If I post in fits and starts for a while, it’s because we’ll be shuffling all over the place for tests, tests, and more tests. Got my own blood test back, thyroglobulin was low,. I imagine that explains why I kept passing out at 9 in the morning. It’s not that I don’t want to lift my limbs, or even that I can’t…I just can’t make myself issue the command to do so, very odd. So they started me on levothyroxine, but I think the dosage might be off. I’m ok in the morning (which is the end of my day, basically), but holy crap, am I ever drag arse at night. I can function, but I’m…boring. Hard to do much except plod. Ah well, I’ll give it some time to level off. Yowch! Even now I still find it amazing to think of bones as “bleeding,” such an odd thing to wrap your head around, and nothing bleeds internally quite like a femur break. Nothing quite like the sound someone makes when you pull traction on a broken femur either, and there is that crazy high pitched noise like “aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggg, oooooohhhhhhh ohhh, ahh, that’s...huh. That hurts, but not so bad….” Glad to hear he is on the mend, sucks about getting the runaround at work. Vic Wertz;Jun 18, 2007 wrote:
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David Marks wrote: Please. Not even Chuck Norris can eat Pop Rocks and soda without blowing up! True, but then each piece becomes its own Chuck Norris and then they have to battle it out to become “The One.” Which raises the question, can Chuck Norris kick his own butt, or would the universe implode trying, leaving Chuck Norris the only survivor? Right now, I can only imaging you feel like a piece of half rotting meat that refuses to die and keeps on dragging itself to work every day after half your soul was torn from you, and why the hell can’t anyone else see it? Distancing yourself from life will not fix the problem. Harming yourself indirectly will not fix the problem. If you have any direct thoughts at all about harming yourself, call a crisis center immediately. Hell, call me, if you want my cell number, and we'll talk as long as you like. Ditching everything and hitting the road is an awesome idea, if you do it for the right reasons. You aren’t. You can run away as far and as fast as you like and you’ll only die tired. If you honestly need to get away, throw yourself into volunteer work. Call your family doctor. Today. Right now, after you finish reading this. Tell them exactly what you’ve told us, and then have them write you up for stress / grief and talk to HR about taking long-term disability leave. Box up your stuff, close up the apartment, and go move in with your family for a while. It’ll be there when you are ready to look at it again, and in six months if you decide you still don’t want it, sell it or give it away to someone who does (like a school or a library). The best thing you can do for the person who loved you is to honor their memory by asking for help and getting better. (Though it was a decent review; so nice we posted it twice!) Actually, now that I look at it, Fray, your link is related, but different. My bad! What a great quote: Wired wrote: For a hobby that has (despite the high prices of the actual D&D books) mostly been a fairly cheap pastime, DDI's pricing is tantamount to highway robbery.
Also just watched The Doctor’s Daughter this morning with my wife. It was watchable, but it wasn’t great. Within the first ten minutes you knew exactly what would happen throughout the entire episode, and sure enough, totally predictable, to the point of making sitting through it kind of a drag (wow, look at that...they made the girl summersault through the laser beams...that's never been done...and redone...and overdone). On the plus side, the fish-men were cute. It’s all good, hope it clears up quick. I hear you on the pills, love them and hate them, oiy. I may be away myself for a day(ish) as Marcy needs to go in for a brain MRI this morning (rains it pours, Lord this year is just sucking up a storm), and if the dye contrast knocks her on her butt I’ll be looking after Drew almost all day (which is not such a bad thing, he’s a cutie). Are we allowed to chime in as more words show up? Spoiler:
Pop, Gas, Raincoat, Auntie (ant-ee), sandals (though we do use flip-flops specifically for those pool foam things) Names for places, plural or singular? (here in SE Michigan we tend to make our proper noun’s possessive, ex. Meijer(s) and Ford(s)). Lilith wrote:
It's getting bad around here. They've given up on siphoning and instead drill / punch holes in the tanks themselves. An empty tank plus a $300-500 repair job. Dragnmoon wrote: I can't see how typing is faster the Voice Chat?... You've never watched me type. ;) I can carry three to five conversations via text chat in the time it takes me to communicate one thought verbally to an individual. The amusing part is, I’m useless if I have to stop and think about it. Can’t do it, have to look at the keyboard. If I just let it “flow,” it works flawlessly. I have the same issue with passwords, combinations, and my badge at work. If I stop to think about it, bam, gone. That "home row" bs they force on you in school? S…l….o….w…. Andrew Turner wrote: Don't nuke me for this, but what game is that, Warcraft? Is the VOIP interaction really that good? Yes, and most people use either Vent (Ventrillo) or TS (TeamSpeak) for in game communication (not unusual to have 50+ people in a channel, though usually they get subdivided pretty quick). I prefer to type (it's quicker than talking and I hate the sound of my voice digitized), but hearing the accents is always interesting, plus most people can't type and play at the same time to save their lives.
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