Finding out that
a.) I broke my nose sometime in June, and
b.) I could have gotten paid leave from work, rather than
c.) Being an idiot and just leaving it. No f!~%ing wonder I've been having so many headaches.
I've broken mine like 3 or 4 times now (yes, I've broken LOTS of stuff). Had to get it attended to after the first one; it was over by my ear someplace, was roughly the size of a softball, and I lost enough blood through it to make me wonder if I'd have any left. All the subsequent ones consisted of just pushing it back into place. The point of all this is that the first one sucks a lot, but thereafter you can walk nose-first into all kinds of things without worrying too much about it.
I've broken mine like 3 or 4 times now (yes, I've broken LOTS of stuff). Had to get it attended to after the first one; it was over by my ear someplace, was roughly the size of a softball, and I lost enough blood through it to make me wonder if I'd have any left. All the subsequent ones consisted of just pushing it back into place. The point of all this is that the first one sucks a lot, but thereafter you can walk nose-first into all kinds of things without worrying too much about it.
Ok, too much detail...
Ok, too much detail...
Sorry. Speaking of detail, though, I love your profile. Gotta say, the one picture looks suspiciously like young Kane from the old "Kung Fu" show...
Not getting to go to the Weird Al concert because I had to work! And on top of that, having to deal with a boss (who is the one who wouldn't let me get the day off!)who has inneptness ozzing off him!
GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
~sighs~ Having to clean up the house now that I am probably going to get a room mate. ~sighs again~ I just have to clean out a room that is full of junk left over from my Dad's house, box it up, and put most of it in the attic. Plus I have to clean up the house after neglecting it for over 6 months.
Hasbro sucks.
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Finding out that
a.) I broke my nose sometime in June, and
b.) I could have gotten paid leave from work, rather than
c.) Being an idiot and just leaving it. No f&*#ing wonder I've been having so many headaches.
Oh, now it gets f+%%ing better.
I belong to a local running club, and at the last race, my left cheekbone, left brow, and left temple began to feel like someone was driving 1/4 inch wood screws into the f~!#ing BONE. I barely finished the race.
Now what does this have to do with anything? I don't know, but it feels related, considering that my buddy Chris' bony fist impacted the left side of my nose, and that's where all the wierd s$&# started.
On Thursday, my Mom and I will be putting her 13+ year old black lab to sleep. Poor Nicky. She is such a sweet dog and she has been with my Mom through a lot of BS in the past 13 years. My Mom was trying to not cry tonight when I was talking to her. And this does not help out with her Radiation therapy that she is going through. ~sighs~ Such is life.
Hey Heathy, your post appears to have been eaten.
Edit - Or not.
Bummer, dude.
Yep. Thanks, btw.
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I said bummer dude.
This week is teh suck.
My pregnant wife fell on some wet tile Sun. night. She's okay, but they made her get monitored for 3 hours at the Doctor's office. I was like, "well, s!+@. I know there ain't nothing wrong, but the fact that there's a possible reason she's being monitored sucks."
The admin assistant at my job's mother died today.
And now, Thursday too.
I said bummer dude.
This week is teh suck.
My pregnant wife fell on some wet tile Sun. night. She's okay, but they made her get monitored for 3 hours at the Doctor's office. I was like, "well, s&%#. I know there ain't nothing wrong, but the fact that there's a possible reason she's being monitored sucks."
The admin assistant at my job's mother died today.
And now, Thursday too.
~wry smile~ Ye gads! We seem to be having a lot of BS headed our way. I am glad that the wifey is doing ok.
On the annoying end, I am doing my best to clean up my house before my new room mate moves in this weekend. The moral of the story is "Do not wait until the last minute to clean up stuff that will go easier if you work on it a little at a time." ~chuckles~
The moral of the story is "Do not wait until the last minute to clean up stuff that will go easier if you work on it a little at a time." ~chuckles~s~@&. Why have I relived that moral hundreds of times over the past 30 years, and never learned?
~laughter~ I feel the same way. ~grumbles~ And looking at over 1 year worth of bills that I want filed and I start to think of flamethrowers. Then I would not have to file them. ~thinks~ Maybe I can move the filing cabinet into the living room for a month and file as I watch TV.
And Heathy, I meant "thanks for caring, my friend!" in my earlier post.
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The moral of the story is "Do not wait until the last minute to clean up stuff that will go easier if you work on it a little at a time." ~chuckles~
Why is past PostMonster always screwing over future PostMonster?!!
(Although as I get older the problem diminishes. Huh. Maybe there is something to this whole "getting older" thing.)
The moral of the story is "Do not wait until the last minute to clean up stuff that will go easier if you work on it a little at a time." ~chuckles~Why is past PostMonster always screwing over future PostMonster?!!
(Although as I get older the problem diminishes. Huh. Maybe there is something to this whole "getting older" thing.)
~laughter~ So YOU are to blame! Everyone, it is toast the PostMonster!
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The moral of the story is "Do not wait until the last minute to clean up stuff that will go easier if you work on it a little at a time." ~chuckles~Why is past PostMonster always screwing over future PostMonster?!!
(Although as I get older the problem diminishes. Huh. Maybe there is something to this whole "getting older" thing.)
On that note, I'm off to sleep. I can hear morning Heathy cursing me as I speak.
Gaaaaaaa!!! How can one person get so much junk?!? ~shudders~ Of course, some of it is my Dad's, but still!!!
Gaaaaaaa!!! How can one person get so much junk?!? ~shudders~ Of course, some of it is my Dad's, but still!!!
I feel for you. When my wife's father passed away last year, we discovered he was a hoarder. He quite literally had three of everything (one for each child).
Not being accepted to a new job I had an interview for two weeks ago sucks big time... So, back to the same old bs routine again...
Stefan
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Taking your one year old to the dentist because she chipped her front tooth and finding out that sometime during her development her enamal on her teeth quit developing and now she has to have cavities filled on the back of her front two top teeth and has to go in every couple of months for fluoride treatments sucks. Also the thought of them having to wrap her up like a cocoon and giving her the gas kinda freaks me out. Also the feeling that I did something wrong bothers me as well.
Taking your one year old to the dentist because she chipped her front tooth and finding out that sometime during her development her enamal on her teeth quit developing and now she has to have cavities filled on the back of her front two top teeth and has to go in every couple of months for fluoride treatments sucks. Also the thought of them having to wrap her up like a cocoon and giving her the gas kinda freaks me out. Also the feeling that I did something wrong bothers me as well.
Brutal. I can't imagine doing that with my toddler.
Well, My Mom and I (with some help from a friend of mine) put my Mom's black lab, Nickie to sleep today at 11:45 am. It needed to be done, but my Mom is still upset. I was able to cheer her up some, however.
I'm in Chicago and my wife is in the UK. I miss her. <sniff>Don't worry she's just fine.....oops. Forget I said anything.
;P
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Fakey, have you been teleporting where you shouldn't again? ~casts "Dimensional Anchor"~ Sit! Stay! Good boy!
Alright, here goes:
After all the things that suck listed above (several people dying and such) apparently it was my turn for the pain:
Newsflash: bowling is a dangerous, nay, lifethreatening, sport. *ahem*
Last Friday was the first night of my bowling league. I had a new ball. Everything was good (except for the ridiculous 2 hour 45 min commute to get there) for the first 2 games. During the third game all heck broke loose. I went to release the ball and, apparently, it disagreed about when that should happen. It stuck to my thumb, which had apparently swollen a bit between games, until it was straight up in the air. Then it came off. Ball flies several feet straight up. An off balance shamgar ends up underneath the ball as gravity does it's thing. Ball lands directly on the back of Shamgar's head (specifically in the area of the Cerebellum, I'm told). Shamgar falls unconscious across the bowling lane. Not the approach--the lane--in front of 100 of his closest bowler friends. Next thing I know I am surrounded by several people, my neck is being stabilized by a firefighter friend, an ambulance is being called, and I am laying there bleeding from a gash in my head. Ambulance takes me out on a backboard and to the ER where I am diagnosed with a moderate concussion and given 5 staples for the 1.5 inch laceration in the back of my head. At this point, having gotten past the scary (or so I thought) part, I start thinking things like: "will the frames I bowled for that game count? How an I limit the humiliation when I return next week? Has this ever happened before?, etc")
I went home with a monster headache and very dizzy. Things got greatly better over the weekend. I even went boowling Sunday (I was determined that the next time I threw a ball would not be that coming Friday. I wanted the fear out of the way.) I went to work Monday. I planned to wear a foam helmet and a T-Shirt made up with a stick figure getting hit by a bowling ball and the name "the incident" on the back. I left on a business trip. Tuesday went fine. Until I went to bed, that is...
I woke up at 1am, felt a twinge in my neck and the world went nuts. Within less than 1 second I was unbelievably dizzy (so much so that I could not move even an inch), very cold, extremely nauseous, tingling on my right side, shaking, heart pounding, etc. I coulnd't even reach for the phone to call 911 for a few minutes. It was the scariest moment of my life to this point, on par with the time I ran into a city bus doing 40mph. Oh, yeah, did I mention that I was 4 hours from home? I had taken our only car, dropped it an hour from home, and was travelling with my new bosses. I woke them at 1am and they helped me get to the hospital. Thus began the worst ER experience I have ever had. I will shorten that experience but leave it to say that if I can find a good lawyer I may have a cause of action against them for attempting to force a discharge when it wasn't appropriate. They did CT scans and an MRI. Since they were clear they attemtped to send me home. I coulnd't lift my head so I protested but attempted to move to the wheelchair anyway. As I did I fell out of the chair. One of the attendants who had stood there refusing to help said, "Nobody falls out of a wheelchair. Get up!" in about as stern of a voice and you can imagine. That's when things got a lot worse. I passed out, threw up, etc. They finally admitted me. I spent the next 30 hours unable to move my head off of the pillow. My wife coulnd't visit because she didn't have a car. My bosses were delayed as they waited for me so as not to strand me. I saw 5 specialists who were concerned becuase typically people don't get all the way better from a concussion and then get worse than they originally were. We talked about scary things like possible brain damage and such. In the end they let me go as the doctors there admitted they didn't know what was really wrong but felt it should get better with time. HOw much time? Not sure, but hopefully days instead of weeks or months. Thus the 4 hour car ride home for the dizzy and naseous Shamgar began. Nice.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I have been recovering for the past few days. I am probably at about 60% now, which is vastly better than Tuesday night.
Now I have to pay the remaining $5000 left over after the insurance is done. Of course we don't have $5000 so that could be interesting...
Sorry for the long story, but I thought it would be fun to share.
One more silly note for anyone who has seen the movie Kingpin--the hospital I stayed in was Munson Hospital. My father now relentlessly calls me Munson. *sigh*
I see the funny in all of this, but the second episode decreased that substantially.
~wistles~ Damn, shamgar! You seem to be "striking" out lately. I do hope that you feel better and good luck with the insurance part. Remember that they have to accept what ever you send them. Even if it is $10.
Thank you Sharoth. I will keep that in mind.
As an interesting note for those wondering how rare this is: The ER docs say bowling injuries (hand, knee, etc) are more common than about any other sport, but *none* of them has ever heard of a bowling ball to the back of the head. In the 22 bowling alleys in the association I bowl in, it has *never* happened before. I guess I am truly unique. :)
Another bad thing: my 4 year old has decided that hitting and kicking his mother and being utterly defiant is perfectly fine. Nothing we do seems to change this fact. Grr.
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As an interesting note for those wondering how rare this is: The ER docs say bowling injuries (hand, knee, etc) are more common than about any other sport, but *none* of them has ever heard of a bowling ball to the back of the head. In the 22 bowling alleys in the association I bowl in, it has *never* happened before. I guess I am truly unique. :)
The first time I frigged up my wrist was when I was bowling. I lost my balance and fell on the line, causing me to slide halfway down the lane. I messed upp my wrist by trying to brake against the divider.
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Another bad thing: my 4 year old has decided that hitting and kicking his mother and being utterly defiant is perfectly fine. Nothing we do seems to change this fact. Grr.
We are still living in the world of timeouts and taking away our 4 year olds favorite toys. We use the bathroom as the timeout room but remember to take away the toilet paper because it will end up in the toilet.(trust me) IT makes her mad but it has worked as far as sending the message that if she does bad things she doesn't get to do her favorite things plus timeout does give you time to breathe.
Another bad thing: my 4 year old has decided that hitting and kicking his mother and being utterly defiant is perfectly fine. Nothing we do seems to change this fact. Grr.We are still living in the world of timeouts and taking away our 4 year olds favorite toys. We use the bathroom as the timeout room but remember to take away the toilet paper because it will end up in the toilet.(trust me) IT makes her mad but it has worked as far as sending the message that if she does bad things she doesn't get to do her favorite things plus timeout does give you time to breathe.
Timeout in the past=worked wonders
Timeout now=utterly useless
I actually grounded him from his *mother* today. You should have seen the look on his face. Good behavior for 2 hours earned him his mother back. Sheesh. The things you'll try when you're desparate. *sigh*
Sorry to hear about everything that's gone down, Shamgar.
A much lighter level of "things sucking"; it sucks losing a good player from what I consider the best campaign I've run. Also, it sucks to try and follow-up on a job interview and get nothing but the answering machine every time you call the right extension. Is this supposed to be a war of attrition until they give in and let me have a job or are they scared of me enough to just not want to directly confront me? I mean, I am pretty scary. A bald guy with a bright red fu manchu mustache and a constantly vexed facial expression is a bit discouraging. But I didn't throw chairs or do a Hulk Hogan impression.
Should I have thrown chairs and done a Hulk Hogan impression, BROTHER?!
Whatever. It's just annoying. Not life threatening or anything.
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Timeout in the past=worked wonders
Timeout now=utterly useless
I actually grounded him from his *mother* today. You should have seen the look on his face. Good behavior for 2 hours earned him his mother back. Sheesh. The things you'll try when you're desparate. *sigh*
That is the first I have heard of that but it is a great idea. Yes it is true, you will try anything when you get desperate enough.
~bangs head against wall~ Why me? I had things under control, but now... ~whine, whine, whine~ Insurance for the new car (I found out why you do not buy cut rate insurance) and the new credit card bill that has been covering everything. After looking at both bills I am lucky that I do not panic... much. Plus any money that I borrow from my mom, I agreed to pay back, even though she is the one that drowned the car and put me in this position. ~tries to calm down~ Luckly I just got a new room mate and I am on call this weekend. ~looks for the number for the men with the nice white jacket and the padded room~
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I don't know whether this truly belongs in this thread of the 'Good Things' thread...
Today, the local State Farm network is down. This means that we cannot access our firmware and thusly cannot really do much of anything related to our jobs. We can answer phones, check our e-mail, browse the internet, and submit claims. That's it. We cannot give quotes, make policy changes, write new policies, look up billing information, or even bring up our customers' accounts to see their address and phone numbers!
Now, this is both a good and bad thing. It is good because:
a) I'm getting paid to essentially do nothing all day.
b) The internet still works, which means I can lurk on the boards.
However, it is also bad because:
a) Every customer that calls gets told "our systems are down and we don't know when they'll be back" and so we take down their name and number to call them back later, adding to our already-significant backlog of work.
b) We are currently unable to make any progress on the aforementioned backlog, despite the fact that today seems to be an unusually slow day (not just because the system is down, either).
c) With next to nothing to do, today is dragging on forever.
*sigh* Only an hour to go, though.
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I got this collection agency calling me and calling me on my cell phone for (who I assume) is the previous cell phone's owner. I tell them over and over I'm not that person, and they've assured me several times they will take my number off the list. So they called me today, and I erupted on them. I've asked them nice at least 2 times. I'm done talking nice.
Do I have to get a lawyer to make them leave me alone, or what? I know it sounds trivial, but I don't give my cell out to anyone. It's either my pregnant wife, my mom, work, or a collection agency calling when it rings. I don't want to talk to a collection agency repeatedly who I don't owe money; this is my "serious business only" number.
Or do I have to change my cell number?