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It's been an interesting couple of days for me healthwise.
Late Thursday night, I had terrible pain in the arches of my feet for apparently no reason, and they itched and were swollen a bit. Wasn't sure why, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world.
The next day they still hurt enough to considerably affect my gait, and at around 9:30am I was on the phone at work and noticed that one side of my tongue had begun to swell. Luckily (or so I thought), there's an UrgentCare right across the street. So after a two-hour wait, I finally see the doctor. She tells me to just take a Benadryl, and that standing on my feet all day can make my feet hurt. She then offhandedly mentions that she's going to prescribe me some steroids for the allergic reaction. So even though I was pissed at her dismissiveness, at least they're giving me something to combat whatever's making me blow up. When leaving, I check with the front desk to make sure that my prescription is being sent electronically and that I didn't need a paper prescription. So then at 4:30 that afternoon, I call CVS to ask about my prescription - it was never sent over. So I call up UrgentCare, and apparently the doctor I saw was new, and didn't have authorization to electronically send prescriptions. Then they check my chart, and she never wrote it down on there, so they couldn't even send it over at this point. They said they'd need to see me again Saturday morning in order to write me a prescription. I was PISSED.
Especially because I wake up Saturday morning, and although the swelling in my tongue has gone down, my lower lip is approximately the size of Montana. So I go to the ER, where they give me a bunch of prednisone (which I should have had the previous day) and a prescription for other steroids. At this point I still have no idea what's causing the allergic reaction. The swelling in my lip goes down and is fine by the next day, and I'm good for most of Sunday...until nighttime, when at around midnight I start feeling that now-familiar tingle in my upper lip. I left my gf's in the middle of the night so that I could come home, just in case I needed to go to the ER. Then I wake up this morning and sure enough, I'm starting to swell up.
So I make an appointment with my primary, which is wonderful because she seemed to actually care about figuring this out. I got an EpiPen injection (which doesn't seem to have done anything), as well as a prescription for stronger steroids, and they want me to see an allergist.
This has all been very distressing and confusing, and I just want my body to be back to normal.
Good to see you're taking it seriously at least. Allergies are super weird. abrakapokus's mom developed a nut allergy in her 40s. One day, she's eating paydays on the regular. The next, nuts cause a full body reaction. Hopefully, they'll be able to figure it out soon, so you can move forward.
It's been an interesting couple of days for me healthwise.
Late Thursday night, I had terrible pain in the arches of my feet for apparently no reason, and they itched and were swollen a bit. Wasn't sure why, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world.
The next day they still hurt enough to considerably affect my gait, and at around 9:30am I was on the phone at work and noticed that one side of my tongue had begun to swell. Luckily (or so I thought), there's an UrgentCare right across the street. So after a two-hour wait, I finally see the doctor. She tells me to just take a Benadryl, and that standing on my feet all day can make my feet hurt. She then offhandedly mentions that she's going to prescribe me some steroids for the allergic reaction. So even though I was pissed at her dismissiveness, at least they're giving me something to combat whatever's making me blow up. When leaving, I check with the front desk to make sure that my prescription is being sent electronically and that I didn't need a paper prescription. So then at 4:30 that afternoon, I call CVS to ask about my prescription - it was never sent over. So I call up UrgentCare, and apparently the doctor I saw was new, and didn't have authorization to electronically send prescriptions. Then they check my chart, and she never wrote it down on there, so they couldn't even send it over at this point. They said they'd need to see me again Saturday morning in order to write me a prescription. I was PISSED.
Especially because I wake up Saturday morning, and although the swelling in my tongue has gone down, my lower lip is approximately the size of Montana. So I go to the ER, where they give me a bunch of prednisone (which I should have had the previous day) and a prescription for other steroids. At this point I still have no idea what's causing the allergic reaction. The swelling in my lip goes down and is fine by the next day, and I'm good for most of Sunday...until nighttime, when at around midnight I start feeling that now-familiar tingle in my upper lip. I left my gf's in the middle of the night so that I could come home, just in case I needed to go to the ER. Then I wake up this morning and sure enough, I'm starting to swell up.
So I make an appointment with my primary, which is wonderful because she seemed to actually care about figuring this out. I got an EpiPen injection (which doesn't seem to have done anything), as well as a prescription for stronger steroids, and they want me to see an allergist.
This has all been very distressing and confusing, and I just want my body to be back to normal.
My girlfriend had an allergic reaction about two weeks ago in which her lips swelled up bad. I told her to make a note of what she had to eat and drink and anything else she put in her body, so if it happened a second time she could see if there was a pattern. It happened to her again yesterday, and it seems that it is a prescription ibuprofen that she has developed an allergy to.
Post by crazykittensmile on Aug 29, 2016 18:35:11 GMT -5
Hope you're feeling better soon Jaz! Gotta admit I was a little jelly of the fullness of your pout, but that must be very frustrating and a bit scary as well.
Thanks for the well-wishes, guys. I'll feel a lot better once I know wtf is causing it. The notion that my airways could suddenly close for an unknown, unavoidable reason gives me anxiety that is worse than the allergic reaction itself. Doc hooked me up with an EpiPen today though so I've got that at least. I think tonight I'm going to go into heavy detail with what I've been eating the past few days and see if I can figure something out, and going forward I'll eat real clean and slowly introduce potential allergens, assuming that my current reaction clears up. It's also a 70+ hour workweek for me, so it's gonna be a fun time to quit nicotine!
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Thanks for the well-wishes, guys. I'll feel a lot better once I know wtf is causing it. The notion that my airways could suddenly close for an unknown, unavoidable reason gives me anxiety that is worse than the allergic reaction itself. Doc hooked me up with an EpiPen today though so I've got that at least. I think tonight I'm going to go into heavy detail with what I've been eating the past few days and see if I can figure something out, and going forward I'll eat real clean and slowly introduce potential allergens, assuming that my current reaction clears up. It's also a 70+ hour workweek for me, so it's gonna be a fun time to quit nicotine!
I'm so glad someone is taking this seriously. Places like that urgent care make me crazy! hope you are feeling better asap!
After a little over 4 years at my current gig, I'm going to start the job search today. Things with work have plateaued over the last year or so. The projects I've worked lately have been more frustrating and cumbersome (both from a technology and end user expectation standpoint). They purchase the cheapest hardware and expect reliability equivalent to far better engineered (and more expensive) products. Management also recently took away my ability to work from home, which was one of the few redeeming qualities that I appreciated about this job. I wouldn't mind driving up to the office every weekday if it meant a degree of in-person collaboration or hands-on work in the datacenter, but neither of those apply. We have a hardware team that handles racking and cabling hardware in the datacenter, and outside of the 2 other colleagues based out of Denver its basically a cube farm hellscape where I'm lucky to get a "Hey how you doin?" from anyone there. Everyone interacts over IM, email, or phone. I basically drive there to work at my computer, then drive home. I can (and have done successfully) all of this from home many a day without the need to add to the insane Denver traffic.
Anyway, I'm looking at all of this as a sign that I need to move on to another opportunity. Just finished updating my resume and I'm going to start scanning the various job listings for something promising. Let the adventure begin!
FYI, I am currently a Network Security Engineer managing Juniper, Check Point, and Palo Alto firewalls, along with Blue Coat proxies. I also have a Windows and Linux sysadmin background from before I got in to the network realm. If any of you techie folk out there have an in on network or system engineering gig (not entry level) then let me know.
Post by thepeppers on Sept 2, 2016 11:16:27 GMT -5
I made plans right after moving out of Radford (middle/end of May) to see my brother in Richmond and go to Lockn on Saturday (last weekend) and in two weeks to see Sturgill in C-ville, go to Farm Aid the next day, and hang out with my brother on Sunday. I made these plans thinking that I would be living within 3/3.5 hours of the Charlottesville/RVA area and would be working full-time to have the income to support it. Well, I have yet to find employment and get my own place...so I am still with the parents and it's a pretty long drive to that area. I did the Lockn trip last weekend knowing though that if I didn't have something in place before the Farm Aid trip I would have to back out.
Going to see if I hear anything back on Tuesday for a position I interviewed for about two weeks ago, if not then I I have to cancel on my buddy and brother...which is going to make me feel like shit.
Post by heyyitskait on Sept 2, 2016 13:48:27 GMT -5
The Siena vs. UAlbany game is at UAlbany this year. UAlbs home court only seats 4,000 fan, maybe less. The TUC (Siena's home court and where this game has been held since its inception) holds double that. The game usually draws 8,000+ fans.
Siena & the TUC moved season ticket holder around to allow UAlbs season ticket holders preferential seating last year. Siena fans pay over $500 for season tickets. UAlb fans pay $100.
UAlbany is not giving Siena season tickets holders a chance to purchase tickets early or any sort of accommodation. So now my dad and I are trying to pull all the strings we have just to get two tickets to this fucking mid-major local rivalry game. Some people we know bought season tickets for UAlbany JUST to go to this game. It's a fun game, but not worth $100 a ticket.
This is infuriating to me. Thank you for listening to my first-world sports fan GRRR.
So now my dad and I are trying to pull all the strings we have just to get two tickets to this fucking mid-major local rivalry game. Some people we know bought season tickets for UAlbany JUST to go to this game.
Wow, that is one of the wildest sports ticket stories I have heard!
The Siena vs. UAlbany game is at UAlbany this year. UAlbs home court only seats 4,000 fan, maybe less. The TUC (Siena's home court and where this game has been held since its inception) holds double that. The game usually draws 8,000+ fans.
Siena & the TUC moved season ticket holder around to allow UAlbs season ticket holders preferential seating last year. Siena fans pay over $500 for season tickets. UAlb fans pay $100.
UAlbany is not giving Siena season tickets holders a chance to purchase tickets early or any sort of accommodation. So now my dad and I are trying to pull all the strings we have just to get two tickets to this fucking mid-major local rivalry game. Some people we know bought season tickets for UAlbany JUST to go to this game. It's a fun game, but not worth $100 a ticket.
This is infuriating to me. Thank you for listening to my first-world sports fan GRRR.
Could just find one on Stubhub for cheaper near gameday, no?
The Siena vs. UAlbany game is at UAlbany this year. UAlbs home court only seats 4,000 fan, maybe less. The TUC (Siena's home court and where this game has been held since its inception) holds double that. The game usually draws 8,000+ fans.
Siena & the TUC moved season ticket holder around to allow UAlbs season ticket holders preferential seating last year. Siena fans pay over $500 for season tickets. UAlb fans pay $100.
UAlbany is not giving Siena season tickets holders a chance to purchase tickets early or any sort of accommodation. So now my dad and I are trying to pull all the strings we have just to get two tickets to this fucking mid-major local rivalry game. Some people we know bought season tickets for UAlbany JUST to go to this game. It's a fun game, but not worth $100 a ticket.
This is infuriating to me. Thank you for listening to my first-world sports fan GRRR.
Could just find one on Stubhub for cheaper near gameday, no?
Maybe? This is the first year it's been like this so I'm not totally sure. We don't really want wait and see either.
I have a friend that's going to UAlb this semester. He said he'd grab us tickets if need be.
Earlier tonight, my parents came to pick up the little guy (while I was at work) to spend the night on their way home from elsewhere. They parked their van - in the dreaded Closest Spot - in the lot long enough to go inside and pick him up, and Dad had a bathroom break.
Asshole Neighbors returned home. Parked my parents in, perpendicular behind them. Insisted on calling the police. Cop came. Cop pointed out that their past complaints related to tenants, not guests - and furthermore, that our complex policies only applied to overnight parking. Cop basically told Asshole Neighbors that my parents could have backed into their vehicle, and Asshole Neighbors would be at fault. I'm told they shut up real quick.
Cop was going to leave, saying the situation had been defused. My girlfriend insisted that an incident report be written up about this. So that happened.
We are most likely going to proceed with amending our previous "report" to a "formal complaint" after these shenanigans. TBD once we get a hold of the officer we previously spoke to about their behavior. If our window has not yet closed (25 days as of this writing) those two just earned Mrs. Asshole Neighbor a disorderly conduct ticket for her "fucking nasty bitch" comments in front of the kid on the night of 8/10. She should've gotten it in the first place, but for milady's hesitation.
I figure I no longer care if they wind up learning my name and phone number, because anything they do with it will likely constitute the harassment that would enable me to file for a restraining order.
I've been parking on the street since that last incident, on officer's advice. She said we should err on the side of caution and hope they stopped acting up. They still did.
Ugh. My girlfriend is still hesitant to amend that into a formal complaint. Says she doesn't want to provoke or escalate, isn't one for confrontation. Damn hippies, you know?
My take: doing nothing & going beyond by parking our second vehicle on the street when we don't have to... that still hasn't taken provocation & confrontation out of this situation. And won't.
Tomorrow, girlfriend is taking the kid to the dentist out of town. I have to stay behind for work, and before that I plan on paying a visit to the police station to file this stuff in my name alone. I think it has to be done. I'm either doing it tomorrow morning, or finding out the next time the originating officer is on duty.
I'm also poking through state statutes, and I think I actually see justification for a set of His & Hers disorderly conduct tickets over that "get me fired" incident. (Recap in spoiler below.)
Girlfriend & the boy came home, using the borrowed van from Mom because our second vehicle is a 1990-something Taurus station wagon that isn't reliable for a specialist appointment 50+ miles away. And she pulled up in the dreaded/disputed First Parking Spot next to "their" empty handicapped spot. Literally long enough for the kid to use the bathroom, then I went outside with the kiddo while she was using the bathroom and then we were going to leave.
Of course, the Asshole Neighbors pull up while she was using the facilities. And while the van was parked somewhat close to the line, it wasn't invading "their" space. Still, Mr. Asshole Neighbor got out and immediately started yelling at me to move the vehicle. Maybe the third time Mr. Asshole Neighbor ever spoke directly instead of being a tattletale via back channels.
Of course, he just kept yelling rather than listen to me explain that I was just waiting to leave, didn't park it there, and didn't have keys to move it even if I wanted to. Said several times that his kid has "brain damage," which pretty much confirms they used their kid as justification to get that handicapped permit. Also, probably a shitty parental perspective on having an autistic child?
As long as he brought the kids into it, I asked him if he'd like me to address them in front of their child the way his wife addressed my girlfriend in front of her child. (Again, never did get that apology...) At which point, Mrs. Asshole Neighbor actively tries to shut him up and get him inside.
Which is about when my girlfriend exits the building from her bathroom break. He yells at her about parking for a bit again as his Mrs. herds him inside, but he's not done with me.
He yells (and really, it's either silent snitching or yelling with these two - no inbetween) at me again before we're off. He knows that I deliver pizza, and he knows that I smoke cigarettes in my car, and he's going to get me fired for it!
Relevant language in the state statute: A "true threat" is a statement that a speaker would reasonably foresee that a listener would reasonably interpret as a serious expression of a purpose to inflict harm, as distinguished from hyperbole, jest, innocuous talk, expressions of political views, or other similarly protected speech. It is not necessary that the speaker have the ability to carry out the threat. I'll argue that this was an expression of a purpose to cost me my job. Not sure if that constitutes "harm" in the eyes of the law?
His statement about my pizza delivery job, which I do NOT do using a "borrowed van from Mom," indicated that he identifies me as the primary driver of a different vehicle. I think given that fact, plus my attempt at explaining I neither parked that van there nor had keys, a reasonable person could assume that this "threat"/threat went beyond the parking dispute at hand.
I know Mrs. Asshole Neighbor admitted to the manager that she indeed said those things, so there's a neutral witness to back me up on that. His case is a bit weaker, because it's my word against theirs, but as long as I'm going for it... might as well go all in.
Oh, and today my parents told me that their eight year old said "that's OUR fucking spot!" during last night's incident. Classy.
Post by heyyitskait on Sept 5, 2016 14:59:12 GMT -5
You should mail them a glitter bomb. One that the glitter gets thrown out of upon opening the box. So it gets in their eyes and then they actually have a reason for that handicap placard.
I am truly sorry you have to live in your own home that you pay for and have to deal with this. I have had some seriously shitty neighbors in the past but this is sooooo next level shit.
You should mail them a glitter bomb. One that the glitter gets thrown out of upon opening the box. So it gets in their eyes and then they actually have a reason for that handicap placard.
This is the one I mailed to a blogger who pissed me off this spring.
I informed Dad of my plan to go in solo and amend that report to a complaint/citation tomorrow. He is not a fan of this plan and the expected fallout. Major pushback from Dad regarding that plan. Interesting conversation.
Dad thinks I should take a "three strikes & you're out" approach with Asshole Neighbors. That I should get a third instance of harassment on record with the police, and then file for a more severe restraining order on the grounds of harassment.
I get the value of where he's coming from.
Acting tomorrow with a solo complaint gets them $375-400 in His & Hers disorderly conduct tickets, which comes with instant gratification - but also has an element of dragging me into the mud with them. And, importantly, it gives Asshole Neighbors a heads up that their shenanigans are on the police's radar (beyond the call that they themselves initiated last night.) In fact, key to my plan here is that it would be an intermediate step to bait them into further harassment intended to trigger a restraining order. There's escalation there, but there's no resolution.
Dad makes a strong case for letting this play out for one more "strike." Gives us a claim to the high road by not resorting to snitching at every opportunity and trying to get each other in trouble like children. Longer term, this probably strengthens a restraining order case? We tried, we discussed it with landlords instead of appealing directly to police, we made adjustments, we initiated zero contacts between us in this course of things... and Asshole Neighbors still didn't relent.
Dad had very good questions which brought me toward his point of view: Why bother proactively provoking them with disorderly conduct tickets to bait them into harassing us further, when they've shown they're going to do it anyway? If I grab the low-hanging fruit of disorderly conduct, won't Asshole Neighbors just turn it into a food fight? Why waste my ammunition on a warning shot and the ensuing sniping, when I can save it all for one decisive counterstrike?
Dad's actually glad that I'm sick of their shit, am furious, and laying groundwork against them. His concern is that I'm not maximizing my leverage due to my hotheadedness.
And I think he's right, advocating for delayed gratification here. Waiting and taking the Scorched Earth approach is probably better in the grand scheme of things. Ain't no point in escalation unless it brings about resolution.
Next incident earns them that restraining order, and that restraining order is as good as their eviction. That's really our only path to resolution at this point.
I hate that we've only got a lease until year's end, with plans to not renew, and I still want to go through with this for the next 3 1/2 months.
You should mail them a glitter bomb. One that the glitter gets thrown out of upon opening the box. So it gets in their eyes and then they actually have a reason for that handicap placard.
This is the one I mailed to a blogger who pissed me off this spring.
apparently I never hit create post last night.
You need to go bigger. More glitter thrown with more force.
my position may be cut from my school because of low enrollment numbers. i would still have a job, but will have to move to a new school after the year has already started etc. i may not even be in the same grade and/or my school could be an hour away. i am not pleased.
my position may be cut from my school because of low enrollment numbers. i would still have a job, but will have to move to a new school after the year has already started etc. i may not even be in the same grade and/or my school could be an hour away. i am not pleased.
kdogg, sounds like your dad made some good points. Stay strong, friend, and stay the course!
It is nearly 2am, and I am still awake because I am reviewing various state statutes and writing a rough draft of a potential restraining order complaint. I want to make sure this thing not only contains all the facts (which I'd simply kept on my mobile Memo app til now) but also includes as much "phrase that pays" legalese as is relevant to my purposes.
I want this thing to be written out, do a cleanup draft, and be ready to go for the addition of the inevitable Strike Three.
Good thing tomorrow is my day off.
Oh, and I also moved my Voice Recorder app to a prominent position on my mobile home screen. My experience with the recall only dabbled in pictures and video, but I wanted to confirm our audio recording rules here to be sure. My research informs me that Wisconsin is a "one party consent" state when it comes to audio recording oral conversations. I can record whatever to use against them with a few quick taps of a finger, if need be, and it won't be as obvious as outright filming them.
Hell, Mr. Asshole Neighbor came at me while I had a Democratic Party conference call on speakerphone, so I suspect a couple button pushes won't send up a red flag with him. Part of the beauty of this delayed gratification approach is that by now, they probably think I'll just suffer their shit with no pushback. Can't wait until they learn otherwise.
kdogg, sounds like your dad made some good points. Stay strong, friend, and stay the course!
It is nearly 2am, and I am still awake because I am reviewing various state statutes and writing a rough draft of a potential restraining order complaint. I want to make sure this thing not only contains all the facts (which I'd simply kept on my mobile Memo app til now) but also includes as much "phrase that pays" legalese as is relevant to my purposes.
I want this thing to be written out, do a cleanup draft, and be ready to go for the addition of the inevitable Strike Three.
Good thing tomorrow is my day off.
Oh, and I also moved my Voice Recorder app to a prominent position on my mobile home screen. My experience with the recall only dabbled in pictures and video, but I wanted to confirm our audio recording rules here to be sure. My research informs me that Wisconsin is a "one party consent" state when it comes to audio recording oral conversations. I can record whatever to use against them with a few quick taps of a finger, if need be, and it won't be as obvious as outright filming them.
Hell, Mr. Asshole Neighbor came at me while I had a Democratic Party conference call on speakerphone, so I suspect a couple button pushes won't send up a red flag with him. Part of the beauty of this delayed gratification approach is that by now, they probably think I'll just suffer their shit with no pushback. Can't wait until they learn otherwise.
I texted with the former complex manager today, and have a tentative agreement to discuss the situation with him tomorrow. He was sick and tired of their crap, too, but (1) was a bit overwhelmed - his job was actually taken over by two co-managers, and (2) needed police involvement for him to act on. He's also got a chip on his shoulder with the complex in general, and probably wouldn't mind giving his successors a headache. Looking forward to this talk.
I have an idea I want to run past him, which I'll call "the plea bargain."
I want to approach the current manager with a proposition. I want to present a pair of options:
Plan A: The restraining order I've been plotting and discussing here. After some of last night's further research, I do believe I can pursue this now on grounds of "two or more" instances, rather than the three instances I had been assuming. Even if I'm wrong, their third strike is inevitable. Plan B: I ask management if they would be willing to approach Asshole Neighbors with a request to relocate to a vacant unit elsewhere in the complex, in lieu of my going forward with a restraining order. That way: we can live in peace again, Asshole Neighbors won't have a further-away relocation and restraining order on their record, and it may be less of a headache for them overall. This would also assuage my guilt over the fact that there are children involved, even if their parents are truly garbage people. This would not entirely eliminate the problem, but putting some distance between us is most definitely necessary.
I texted with the former complex manager today, and have a tentative agreement to discuss the situation with him tomorrow. He was sick and tired of their crap, too, but (1) was a bit overwhelmed - his job was actually taken over by two co-managers, and (2) needed police involvement for him to act on. He's also got a chip on his shoulder with the complex in general, and probably wouldn't mind giving his successors a headache. Looking forward to this talk.
I have an idea I want to run past him, which I'll call "the plea bargain."
I want to approach the current manager with a proposition. I want to present a pair of options:
Plan A: The restraining order I've been plotting and discussing here. After some of last night's further research, I do believe I can pursue this now on grounds of "two or more" instances, rather than the three instances I had been assuming. Even if I'm wrong, their third strike is inevitable. Plan B: I ask management if they would be willing to approach Asshole Neighbors with a request to relocate to a vacant unit elsewhere in the complex, in lieu of my going forward with a restraining order. That way: we can live in peace again, Asshole Neighbors won't have a further-away relocation and restraining order on their record, and it may be less of a headache for them overall. This would also assuage my guilt over the fact that there are children involved, even if their parents are truly garbage people. This would not entirely eliminate the problem, but putting some distance between us is most definitely necessary.
Thoughts on that?
I think it's great you're considerin' both options, foremost! If I were in your situation I would probably try and pursue option 2 to try and be the good guy, while keepin' option 1 in my back pocket just in case. Best of luck!
Post by Lawn Gnome on Sept 9, 2016 22:04:58 GMT -5
One of my siblings is a complete dumbass and regularly takes a dump on my parents and, thus, the relationship me and my kids have with them. Anyone else deal with this bullshit? I'm at my wits end and I don't deal with it as directly as my parents do.
You should mail them a glitter bomb. One that the glitter gets thrown out of upon opening the box. So it gets in their eyes and then they actually have a reason for that handicap placard.
This is the one I mailed to a blogger who pissed me off this spring.
How about WE all glitter bomb them for you? Letter after letter, package after package from out-of-state. Loads of glitter on their floor and in their eyes. What joy.
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