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I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
That sounds like a scary night for all of you! Thinking of you and your beautiful family today <3
I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
Even if it turns out to be something simple, and here's wishing it does (allah, jesus, buddha: anyone listening?) - the challenge of seeing your partner in that kind of distress followed by getting slow medical help and feeling unable to make it better must have been trying.
Oh yeah, you had to do this with two babbies in tow. Well done, sir, and best wishes for the lady.
I came home last night to find my wife shaking and throwing up uncontrollably. Her temperature was 105.3. I threw her and two sleeping babies in the car for a fun filled visit to the ER after midnight. Midnight is like the witching hour in ER's. I know. I used to hang out in one at the hospital beside my old house. I was never sick, I just loved the stories. I digress though.
2 hours. 3 rooms. 4 nurses. That's how long it took to get an IV in. 2 hours. 2 doctors. That's how long after it took for them to diagnose her.
The fucked up part? They didn't. We're on our way to the family doctor today to find out what's wrong. It shouldn't take 6 hours and the pain of going though an IV over and over again when they don't really have a clue as to what's wrong with you.
This GRRR is brought to you by my hatred for hospitals.
What an awful experience ; bleh, I'm so sorry. Get well wishes to your wife and let us know when they figure out what's wrong!! Maybe just intense case of the flu??
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
Boom. I was right. I can't say more than it's serious but totally treatable. She's resting now and I'm happy she's finally asleep.
I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
Even if it turns out to be something simple, and here's wishing it does (allah, jesus, buddha: anyone listening?) - the challenge of seeing your partner in that kind of distress followed by getting slow medical help and feeling unable to make it better must have been trying.
Oh yeah, you had to do this with two babbies in tow. Well done, sir, and best wishes for the lady.
Worry not about those babies. Total. F*cking. Rock Stars. I can't take them anywhere without someone offering to help me out. Just sad they got woken up to this mess. They handled it like pros though.
That was my problem is that my hands were tied and I couldn't do anything but sit and wait. I hate seeing anyone in pain but seeing my best friend is crippling, to say the least.
I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
Boom. I was right. I can't say more than it's serious but totally treatable. She's resting now and I'm happy she's finally asleep.
Even if it turns out to be something simple, and here's wishing it does (allah, jesus, buddha: anyone listening?) - the challenge of seeing your partner in that kind of distress followed by getting slow medical help and feeling unable to make it better must have been trying.
Oh yeah, you had to do this with two babbies in tow. Well done, sir, and best wishes for the lady.
Worry not about those babies. Total. F*cking. Rock Stars. I can't take them anywhere without someone offering to help me out. Just sad they got woken up to this mess. They handled it like pros though.
That was my problem is that my hands were tied and I couldn't do anything but sit and wait. I hate seeing anyone in pain but seeing my best friend is crippling, to say the least.
Thanks again guys. You really are the best.
So glad Mrs. Garageland will be ok. I just wish I lived closer to help. And it's no surprise those babies are total fucking rock stars. They have you two for parents.
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Had a dream last night that my dad was still alive and had gotten clean. Then I woke up and realized that sometimes the worst dreams are the happy ones. Been in a funk all day because of it.
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Had a dream last night that my dad was still alive and had gotten clean. Then I woke up and realized that sometimes the worst dreams are the happy ones. Been in a funk all day because of it.
Big hugs to you, Jaz. That sounds extremely tough.
Had a dream last night that my dad was still alive and had gotten clean. Then I woke up and realized that sometimes the worst dreams are the happy ones. Been in a funk all day because of it.
A year or so after my dad died, I had a super-vivid dream that he and I spent a day at the fair together. The only thing I specifically remember now is riding the teacups, but I more vaguely remember it just being us spending a really pleasant day together. It's a pretty hard jerk back to reality to wake up from one of those dreams.
Feeling pretty low right now. Made the mistake of texting the girl I was once enamored with and she responded with some pretty hurtful things. Needless to say she is out of my life for good now. This year has proven to be the worst yet for my romantic pursuits. I need to make some changes in how I approach this in the future.
Damn, I'm sorry that happened to ya. It really stinks when you take the risk put the olive branch out their and they just want to take the low road. You seem like a really great guy and you deserve better then that.
I'm seriously suspecting it's nothing serious. They tested for everything but the small stuff. My money is on something little that just got severe. Thanks for the well wishes, guys. I'll pass them along.
Boom. I was right. I can't say more than it's serious but totally treatable. She's resting now and I'm happy she's finally asleep.
Had a dream last night that my dad was still alive and had gotten clean. Then I woke up and realized that sometimes the worst dreams are the happy ones. Been in a funk all day because of it.
That sounds like a heartbreaking dream. Big hugs for ya.
DC drivers are crazy, and I've witnessed so many minor accident/fender benders in my time living here but luckily hadn't been in one....til today. Was driving to work this morning and entering one of those stupid little round-about circles; the car ahead of me gassed it to go forward into the circle, so I let go of my brakes too, and then she suddenly stopped and I didn't have time to react. I was only going about 2 mph (if that), but her bumper got scratched and she was being pretty intense about it. A really minor scratch, too. I fucking hope she'll let me just pay her for the damage costs rather than doing it through insurance.... but fuck.
I've been having a rough past week ish anyway, so this certainly didn't help things.
Oh and I thought my car was totally fine, but then when giving it a closer look, I realized that on the passenger's side of the car, the hood is slightly raised and won't like pop back down all the way. I'm afraid it is dangerous to drive with it like that. But I'm supposed to pick up kids I sit for at school in a few hours. Blehhhhhh.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
DC drivers are crazy, and I've witnessed so many minor accident/fender benders in my time living here but luckily hadn't been in one....til today. Was driving to work this morning and entering one of those stupid little round-about circles; the car ahead of me gassed it to go forward into the circle, so I let go of my brakes too, and then she suddenly stopped and I didn't have time to react. I was only going about 2 mph (if that), but her bumper got scratched and she was being pretty intense about it. A really minor scratch, too. I fucking hope she'll let me just pay her for the damage costs rather than doing it through insurance.... but fuck.
I've been having a rough past week ish anyway, so this certainly didn't help things.
Oh and I thought my car was totally fine, but then when giving it a closer look, I realized that on the passenger's side of the car, the hood is slightly raised and won't like pop back down all the way. I'm afraid it is dangerous to drive with it like that. But I'm supposed to pick up kids I sit for at school in a few hours. Blehhhhhh.
As long as the hood still latches you should be fine. Get out and give it a few real good tugs to see if it unlatches. If not and as long as you refrain from some hard core drifting while heading to the school should be fine.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
Out of general curiosity, when do you get to be at a point where you don't have to interact with him for a while?
I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
Out of general curiosity, when do you get to be at a point where you don't have to interact with him for a while?
One he gets the keys to the storage unit and they are finished packing it up.
I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
damn, wish I was closer, this is my wheelhouse! I'd have that shit cleaned out in 2 days sending you the strongest clean-shit-out vibes!!!
I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
I'm facing the same thing but with my mother. She knows she needs to go to a home and won't go. I've spent five years just gnawing at the edges of her 69 year accumulation and the house is still full. I'm going to spend weeks moving it out to storage so I can clean and sell her house.
Given the crap you described, i'd either pay for and put those storage lockers you mentioned in your name or get your own different storage. Then at least you are in control of the next step when the rascals come back from hiding looking to pick over the goods.
I would recommend Pantera's "Vulgar Display of Power" as your next packing album. I think you will especially like the 3rd and 4th tracks. I've always found them centering when someone d!cks me like that.
I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
Ahh so this is what everyone was talking about in chat yesterday. That sucks. Is the storage unit in both of your names? You may be able to get replacement keys, especially if the unit is in both of your names (not sure if that's how it works or not).
Also, fuck him. But on the bright side, you don't have to deal with him and his bullshit anymore.
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I have to be out of my house in one week. There is 50 years of stuff accumulated by 3 generations who have lived there. My brother/roommate has spent the last 2 months refusing to let me throw out or give anything away because it might have some family significance. Well in what may be the dick move to end all dick moves ever perpetrated by him, he has run off to Asheville without telling me before hand. Leaving me to pack an entire house by myself and he took the only keys to our storage units with him. I've spent the day packing while listening to the national and yelling obscenities.
Yard sell buddy. Throw all that shit on the front lawn. Stick a "make me an offer" sign on it. Boom. Problem solved. What doesn't sell, call Goodwill. They will come and pick it up.
So as expected, my junkie brother flaked on going. Can't handle it and doesn't want being around everyone else. While I'm glad he won't be in my car for 10 hours each way, I'm disappointed that he can't get his shit together enough to go and grieve his dad and support my mom.
Post by heyyitskait on Nov 13, 2015 13:54:29 GMT -5
My cousins are simultaneously breaking my heart and filling it with the rage of a million grizzly bears.
I want to drive to their house (that we're pretty sure they're not even living in... that my grandparents bought them... that they're not even paying rent on...) and rip their stupid, lying faces off.