Where the fucking fuck are my corono bypass pruners?

The ones you lent to the neighbor last year?

Took Carrotchops for a mostly routine vet visit today. Was going to have to anyway for monthly worming (has to be weighed each time on account of speedy growth ;p)but as it goes, he's had a bad tum for last few days and yesterday it was proper bad.

So, anticipated I'd probably have to starve him and then do bland food for a day. That's about all i was anticipating though.

Anyways. He had his temp taken, and that is a little elevated. So, he's had some anti-biotics. Whilst checking him she noticed an irregularity in his heartbeat. She listened three or four times across the visit. First couple of times he was intermittently dropping a beat, then after that it sounded normal.

Ended up with him having an ECG. Which again showed a spell of normal heart beat then a couple of places where the beat dropped.

Now have to wait to hear from the cardiologist.

It is, she said, most likely nothing. Since he hasn't displayed any other symptoms (no faintng fits for instance - not nice when the vet asks if your puppy has had any fainting fits). It's possible it was the stress of the visit. This was the first time he'd acted afraid in the waiting room. Or, it could be the temperature, which itself may either be a bug or teething trouble. The bad stomach could also be either teething related or a bug. And the couple of days of dire rears may have dropped his potassium levels, which can make the heart do funny things apparently.

It was also not either of our regular vets. I think this one is a bit of a stickler for protocol. See something irregular, do a test. I suspect neither of our regular vets would have considered it necessary unless there was still something there after the bug/bad tum's been sorted.

I have since wondered if, when I spilled some coffee granules earlier, and he was trying to grab the cloth whilst I was cleaning up, he may have hoovered up a few granules...caffeine can dangerously increase a puppy's heartbeat, even in small quantities.

Anyway...poor baba is being starved apart from an ikkle scoop of food to carry his tablets. And he had the indignity of a thermometer up his bottom. And then the vet took him away from me and into a different room to do the ECG. I heard him crying at one point. Thought they'd hurt him. Turns out having made not a peep with the needle (blood test) or the ecg pads being attached, he freaked the fuck out when they sprayed a little white spirits onto the contact points.

So...most likely nowt. But I have that niggly worm of worry that won't entirely go away.

Routine vet trip suddenly ended up costing £160. Fortunately £100 of that should be covered by the insurance.

I had to take Cleo to the vet yesterday. We came outside in the morning and she was drooling all over the place and teeth were chattering etc. I thought maybe either snake/spider bite having seen the same symptoms in Sheeba quite a few years ago; or possibly she'd been playing with a cane toad.

Anyway, took her to the vet, he thought cane toad and put her in the hydrobath to clean out her mouth and fill her stomach - the intention is to make them vomit and get the poison out - but while we were doing this, he noticed a bone wedged between her very back teeth. Uh-oh! So out came the pliers, and out came the bone! Result. A happy dog.

She had a temp though, and the vet said sometimes the stress of something like that can cause a temp, so maybe the same thing with Carrot.

Also, our old dog Sheeba had a 'galloped heartbeat' which was very similar to what you've described in Carrot, and she lived to the ripe old age of 13, which is pretty old for a big dog. Actually, she was classed as a giant breed because of the dane in her, so even more impressive.

So, after that long winded story, I just wanted to say, "it's probably nothing." :)

Good wishes out to baby Carrot.

Goddamn laptop has suddenly started experiencing severe failure symptoms, and the extended warranty expired five damn days ago. I don't want to buy a new machine, and I really don't want to use Windows 7. Dammit.

I tripped over the cleaning lady's vacuum cord, that was stretched out across the aisle way. I hit the cement floor with a layer of thin carpet hard with my left wrist and my right knee.

I'm sore but I'm old. (I feel drunk but I'm sober. I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed. I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is beat to shreds. Sorry Alanis.) My knee is giving out if I'm not careful. I wish it would have broken in two.

I should be put to pasture. I'll live with the cows. They would be nice to me. Anything. Anything but this life. Truly.

Sue them.

Worker's Comp! This is your chance!

I can see the emotional trauma from here!

Heh. No, I'm the klutz. And I'm sore but ok.

Uh, no. Infi, "the cleaning lady's vacuum cord, that was stretched out across the aisle way". Was there a warning sign up?

They're right IM. That is why they carry insurance. Take care of YOU!!!!

At least get checked out now, at their expense. Just in case something pops up later, caused by this.

I saw the cord, tried to step over, felt my toe catch, and must have panicked (sp?) And went down like a rock. It simultaneously happened so fast and was in slow mo. No witnesses, it was before work (and don't want to be late ya know!)

I filed the report with campus police though. He took a pic of my shoes! I'm no shoe girl (anymore) so they can't blame my fashion sense. I think the report will be enough if something did come up but I'm really ok. I took the day off to rest all my sore parts and that is even stressful because I have so much work to do. But they've told me I need to take care of myself and take some of my vac time so I guess this day is in the realm of taking care.

Maybe they're just trying to lull you so you don't think up some nasty little law suit while you're feeling all sore and sorry for yourself. ;)

In all fairness (to me) that conversation happened in a meeting with a bigwig BEFORE the incident because I never take vacation time. I don't doubt it was more than duplicitous, in this funny little place, and I don't think for a second it was really about my welfare. More a CYA thing. Only by Y I mean T. lol

Plus, I'm all like not a thieving cheater take take take kind of person, but I wonder if I should be. 47 years of acting in the best way I know how in that realm has landed me money. Some have no qualms making their existence someone else's problem. I have qualms, hereto therefore I won't be a lying cheating waste of flesh. And boy do I feel tempted to just start being one. ;)

I'm glad to hear that because if my boss had suggested I take a day of my holiday (=vacation) allowance to recover from an injury sustained at work it'd drive me straight into making a claim against the company. I still say get yourself checked out at their expense, just in case.

World of difference between geting checked out and filing suits against them.

I remember when I was teaching down at the MYCCI. One of the students was quietly determined to get a payout. He spent several days intermittently kicking the leg of one chair in the smoking room then engineered (by dint of leaning back on the now bent leg) a fall off his chair. Tried to sue us. Did the same thing at one o fthe work experience placements we sent him to. Think he tried falling down some steps that time. Or was that the previously successful claim he made against a former employer? Can't recall now.

There is no lying nor cheating here...
You tripped over a cord at work.
Whether it is the School's responsibility or the subcontractor's (cleaning company) that left the cord dangerously laying across a known walking area doesn't matter.
You were injured - no matter how temporarily. The emotional scars will remain.

Its on them (whoever them is)

Oh, and what Limey said.

That should have read as above. HA!

Thanks for your concerns but as I said I filed a report and it's on record and everything, if I would feel worse later. But I'm really not up for the damn x-ray crap. Leave the doc office go to hospital outpatient or maybe hospital and wait around and get contorted every which way...I've had so many different tests in the past few years (some normal tests, some not) and I really don't want to go through one more round of PIA x-rays or whatever...to hear GOOD NEWS there's nothing wrong with you (the unspoken finish to that is: except you're crazy and old.) ;)

Oh, and I need to clarify. I was only talking about the lying and cheating in response to Ali's tongue in cheek comment in post #856. I thought it a good time to say that deep in my dark heart sometimes I wish I COULD do something like that.

I never thought anyone was really suggesting getting looked into = lawsuit. Just wanted to be clear. I wasn't BEING all high and mighty I was only saying how LOW and UNMIGHTY I almost wish I could be, sometimes. :)

I hear ya. It just reminded me of an anecdote is all :p

Still, as much as those x-rays are a PITA and all. You should be able to get all checked out not only on their dime, but while you are getting your normal pay as well.

FTR - I am not advocating anything, just trying to help. I, like you, had a REALLY minor slip at my old job about 6 months after my son's accident. I knocked my head on the ground after slipping/twisting on ice. My back was sore and I had a headache for a bit. I took some aspirin and thought ... "I don't have time to deal with this" "I'm tough, I can handle it" "It's no big deal" etc. etc. etc.
That was almost three years ago. My back still hurts occasionally - especially when I'm lifting heavy stuff. Headaches have subsided now, but they were more frequent for about 6 months.

What SHOULD I have done?

I suppose things are a little different if medical treatment is something you have to pay for, or start involving yourself in insurance claims etc.


Reporting it is useful though. because if there is any physical come back on this and you need time off, there's a record of the fact that the cause was a workplace accident.

I didn't even want to report it but we're supposed to, and wanted to cover my butt in case...and I just didn't have the mental energy to take it farther. (further? farther? which is correct? I seem to have lost most grammatical skills these days.)

DOCUMENT THAT!!! :rolleyes:

What do you think her 28,000 posts on the Cellar are for?

Heeheee. That just proves 'crazy.' :)

Greed.

About a year an a half ago, Nissan was giving away an iPad for something or other. My counterpart here wanted it. I didn't really care, so I helped him win it. Then there was another contest from the service contract people, and we won 2 iPads. We each got one. great. cool toy to have.

So the last 2 months there has been a new contest for the new iPad3. Last night it came out that he thinks he should get it if we win. I would like to have it because I leave mine at Amanda's house, and I could use it ... but I certainly don't NEED it. I just can't believe what a pig this fucker is. I mean, I KNOW he's a greedy fuck.... but this is ridiculous. he needs 3 iPads? 3? I'm gonna try to get our boss to take it if we win. That's spiteful of me.... but goddamn.

Why do you hate America?

heh.

I felt bad because I had no 3 ipads until I met a man who only had 1.

Jim. You think you should have 2, for your convenience, and dude shouldn't have 3, for his convenience? So you can keep one at your girlfriend's house so you don't have to lug the monstrosity back and forth? And your cohort is greedy?

Um, tell you what, let me help you out. Send it to me. I'd love one, but couldn't afford such a luxury. Or maybe give it to some lowly cleaning person in your office who doesn't even have a Sony Walkman? Hmmmmm? :rolleyes:

I love you man, but really. Wasn't it you who called something "white people problems?" :comfort:

yeah... i know... it's totally white people problems.

Am I greedy to accept a prize? this is a contest for the finance guys. there are 2 of us. he's got 2, i've got one.... As I said, I don't need it. but I'd take it. wouldn't you?

I mean, if you won free lunch today, would you refuse it because there are kids starving in the city?

@glatt - snort.

:lol:

No, but if my lunch were already paid for I'd pass the ticket to a coworker. I'm not taking it to the 'starving kids' level; your point is rather irrelevant. I'm not even sure on what level that was supposed to BE a point. It was like a classic point. ;)

At this point, you're just collecting luxury items. Like if I kept winning hair dryers...why would I want 5 or 6 hair dryers? I'd give them to friends.

And by friends I mean someone at the Cellar named infinite monkey. :p:

'Cause, I'd do just about anything for an ipad, even beg. :sadbeggingdogsmilie:

:)

You know I'm yanking your chain a bit right? I don't really think there's anything wrong with your groove being scorched in the matter...it just tickles me funny bone a bit. :kisspink:

I wish I had some of your problems.

we probably won't win... too much bad mojo going on... but if we do... I want the boss to take it. If I wind up with it... THEN we'll talk about what you're willing to do to get one ;)

I'll come work for you, I'm 2 seconds from walking out of this mess. I've never seen a more clueless set of people in charge.

I give us a couple more months before heads start rolling. My head isn't going to roll because I have documented EVERY single time I've been dismissed, ignored, berated...I get no help when I ask and I am shoved aside when I offer to help.

MY BP is through the roof and I feel I'm headed for a heart attack. :cry:

The newest bitch is making her people read literature on how to be a better follower. What? Servant Leadership anyone?

I can wash cars, really well. :)

Cars? He works in the finance department. You'll have to launder money, monkey.

I'd put you in the service department. You would be awesome at commiserating with people's problems when they come in with issues. You'd have them laughing about it, and they wouldn't even notice that we charge them $115/hr labor. You might even win your OWN iPad.

Rusted out Subframe :eek:


hope it's part of the recall.........


:::news in while typing, need to transfer it to Ford, should be covered.....:::

::Fingers crossed:: (that the engine doesn't fall out while I transfer it......) :eek:

Being quite adept at talking students off the ledge (and often have them laughing) I think I would do very well in such a capacity. :)

ugh, Ford can't look at it until tomorrow......

I bet they say they can't fix it and offer us a paltry settlement

1%er! Us 99% are on food stamps and we ain't got no I-pads!

I flew to Charlotte Sunday morning. Dad picked me up at the airport. We went and had breakfast at Waffle house, then on to Biff's house. Dad told me in the car that it was good that I came now, because Biff had taken a turn for the worse after the Chemo.

When we got there, Biff was sitting out on the screen porch, leaning on some pillows. Shaved head, haggard face, distracted demeanor. He was in there, but barely. Everyone was telling me that he was SO much better than he had been recently. He knew me, and we talked some... even did some pottery together. It was good.

Then, after a couple hours, he started nodding off, and saying incoherent things like someone talking in their sleep would do. We left in the afternoon, and would be back this morning to hang with him while his wife Linda got back to work. Calls this morning told us that he had had a really rough night. He was ornery, and abusive, and generally combative. He was up when we got there, though. Linda had decided to skip work again, and there was a doctors appointment scheduled for 3pm to see about having him admitted. He was too much for Linda to handle.

He had a nap for a bit but by 2pm he was trying to lock himself in the bathroom. He had fallen down in there overnight, so Linda was not having it. He, however, was not having any of her mothering. He got so worked up screaming and yelling. He'd had 3 heart attack episodes over the last 5 years.... cancer not only in his lungs, but liver and brain too. Linda stepped away and asked me to get him to sit down on the bathroom chair. As she left, he shut the door on me.... so I stood there liike an ass until I heard him fall down. ...45 seconds maybe... Then i busted in, and he was on his back like a turtle. I sat him up, straightened his legs out, and tried to get him up. he was breathing inconsistently... like sleep apnia. no breath, then a snore and a deep breath....

I tried once to lift his limp ass into the chair, but couldnt manage it. My dad went to call 911. now, there's no breathing. fuck. get the chair out. lie him down on the cold goddamn tile floor, and put his shaved head on a towel. his cold yellow head. Started compressions. blew a breath into him. it gurgled out like he was full of phlegm. more compressions.... next breath goes iin but does not come back out,. swept his mouth, and got his false teeth out from under his tongue, sat him up, and he breathed out. then he breathed in!

he has a fast pulse in his neck. then the breath stops again. back onto his back, and more compressions. fast hard shallow shoves on his chest. my arms got too tired, so I had Carrie, his daughter, who was on the phone with 911 spell me for a minute. Now i hear the sirens, and I take over compressions again. a couple more breaths and a million more compressions over the 2 minutes it takes the EMT to get to him ( they really did get there quickly)


So I get the hell out of their way. go into the kitchen and I'm sweating and panting, and sobbing ... after I can breathe, I start clearing a path for the stretcher to get in. I'm pretty sure he's gone.

But then, Carrie says he asked for his teeth. So... I dunno.. .maybe he'll make it. After they cart him out, and are cleaning up, the EMT boss guy says probably not. They got no pulse, and it didn't look good.

We got to the hospital just in time to be there when the Doctor, a grief counselor and a Chaplain? came out together to give us the bad news.

Biff is gone. Linda is hysterical.... crying laughing, and all stops in between by turns. denying that it's true, then accepting it, then denying it again.

My dad is relieved that Biff went quickly instead of slowly (I'm with him).

I'm .... I don't know. I cant believe he died like that. right there. right then. SO glad I came down here and had Sunday morning to see him alert, if only for an hour or two.

See ya, Biff, you dead prick. I'll miss you.

:mecry: :hug: :comfort:

Sorry man. At the risk of being callous, remember ABC in that moment Airway, Breathing, Circulation. They're important in that order. Pertinent info and impertinent to say at this time.

Jim, my heart goes out to you man. You did great, you won't regret it. So sorry.

I was going to say that I'm glad you got so see him, but holy crap. Not like that. You did good though. It was very good you were there. I'm sorry he's gone.

:no idea what to say:

so sorry.

Sorry for your loss sir.

And so we learn what is important -- thank you so much for sharing the story with us.

You did great.

Sorry for your loss

Damn Jim. no words. sympathies to those still here and a prayer for him.
So sorry.

Thanks. I wanted to put my impressions in writing so I could read it again in the future. Also wanted to try to convey what was, behind the birth of my children, the most real thing that ever happened....to me? No. uh.... Something.
....um..... The most real thing I've ever witnessed. In that moment, there was only that moment. A drip of sweat from my brow landed right in his open eye. Slow motion. He did not blink.

God.

powerful. telling. raw.

Holy shit, man. Goddamn. I'm glad you told your story.

Wow. Being there with him at his passing is a very specific gift.

You did so well Jim.

Peace to you all.

Jim I am so sorry for your loss. It must have been gruelling, harrowing. Thank you for recording it for your future self, and sharing it with us.
Maybe Biff was waiting to see you one last time?

Wow. Jim, thanks for sharing this. Hopefully some of the strangeness/grief of the experience will fade and you will be grateful to have been there in your dear uncle's last moments.

Aww jim. I'm so sorry for your loss. :(

I got caught in this on Friday.

I was flying from LAX to DC through Nashville (Tenacious D was on my flight!). When we landed in Nashville, there was a garbled message from American Airlines on my voicemail, which I deleted. I discovered what it must have been about when I saw that the second and final leg of my flight had been cancelled. The gate agents sent me to the ticket agents, who told me that my new flight was:

a) 5:30 PM
b) Saturday
c) Routed through Chicago with a 2 hour layover
d) Arriving in DC after midnight, Sunday morning.

And in compensation, I had a discount at the local Mariott.

I was unhappy, but I figured that with at least four flights to DC cancelled, enough people were in my situation that it wasn't too surprising that it would be hard to get them all accomodated quickly. So I spent the night in Nashville, and got back to the airport the next morning, where again the ticket agents said that no earlier flights were available. I resigned myself to wandering airport shops for 6 hours.

I did just that for an hour or so, slowly making my way to my gate, and when I got there, I discovered that a direct flight to DC was leaving from that gate within the hour!

Here is where my groove got less scorched. I asked the gate agents if they could fit me on the flight, and they did so! I got home at 4pm instead of midnight, and so did my checked luggage!

So ticket agents scorched my groove, but gate agents slapped on a bit of aloe.