lesson is, peeps, if an object has special memories/whatever for you, share those memories with other people who might also enjoy/appreciate them. Not dissin' on you grv, just trying to turn it to a positive as best I can. And learning the lesson myself, I hope

The man does not possess sentimentality. What're ya gonna do?

Displayed all my most attractive qualities yesterday.

I was childish, selfish, attention seeking, disrespectful, reckless and an all round shit to someone who deserved and rightfully expected better behaviour from me.

My only consolation was it could have been worse.
I didn't shit on her bed.

((((((((((hugs)))))))))) Sundae.

^^ wss :)

wut they said :)

April 17, 1970 - November 18, 2006

Thanks, John.

I miss you.

We all do.

:blackr:

:comfort:

Sorry, Grav. :(

Sorry Gravdir. :(

Thx.

*hugs*

Head zaps, coming off Effexor. They just won't stop.

And ... my husband resents my father living with us, and can be utterly rude at times, like tonight - suggested cards and then was horrifyingly, unbelievably rude and immature toward my father when the cards didn't go his way. Yet he's been very good to my dad, cooked for him and taken care of him for months while I was still away.

I owe him a great deal, and I know I'm also hard to live with. Just wish, sometimes, that life could be less complicated. I can't seem to keep from reacting catastrophically when things get tense at home. I seem to have no resilience left; just wish I could give up.

Wean slower doc!

Good luck with everything.

Reaction to behavior of others... mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter. Hmm. Canadian female, suggests you might be above average in the sensitivity to bad manners. Might want to dial it down a notch, especially judging yourself. That's not to say they're right, but you have to take care of you.

all xoB's suggestions are good, but this part bears repeating.

Got the boy's ashes today.
Stopped crying long enough to put on a no-make-up-make-up face.
Halting my drinking to send this.
Subsequent pauses may be the halt and the lame.

I mean wtf am I going to do with a box of charred cat?
I want my annoying, scratch, noisy, trouble back.

And yes I'm being maudlin. Becos I am drunk.
And if it kills me, it kills me. Dramatic overstatment there - at least as far as tonight goes.
Oh, did I mention I was drunk and nonsensical?

My baby boy in a box which however nicely done could hold bath salts. And the label says Dizzy . That's not his name, that's his name,that's not name.

(((((Hugs)))))


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I'm so sorry, Sundae. Please stop drinking no matter how sad you are. As much as he loved you, I'm sure he doesn't want to meet you in Heaven so soon. Maybe one day far, far in the future, but not today.

^WSS

Ahhh hon. Sorry, I only just saw this. *hugs*

Sundae, I know you must be hurting.

So sorry, Sundae. Please take Lola's advice. We'll all get there, but you still have things to do here. {{{hugs}}}

Keep checking in, Cherry. Sometimes just knowing we're here can help.

Cherry I am sad that you are sad. Can you give him a decent burial? He was a good cat and he loved you as much you love him. I know about the pain of losing a
beloved pet, but I also know that we move on. And sometimes we get a new pet.
As time goes on I tend to not think about Kung Pao Kitty as much, and even with Chloe in my life I fondly think back to all the good times. But I don't think about her as much as I used to. I know that you are hurting now, but time heals all wounds. Take care of yourself. Better things are yet to come.

I'm still sorry for your loss.

But. Please, please do not let this event be a reason to drink more. For you, drinking is slowly killing yourself. Please stop killing yourself. Please.

The booze will not increase your well-being. Obsessing over your loss will not increase your well-being. Accepting your loss and not manipulating negative thoughts might increase your well-being. If you ever meditate this is the moment. For myself, unfocused contemplation of nothingness usually is the way through. If you have difficulty, you could youtube a guided meditation for support.

Being threatened by angry truck drivers who have been given months to get necessary medical treatment but have chosen not to. Yet who feel entitled to continue driving even though their medical conditions make them a public menace.

I don't want the threats, because the first person to be shot will be my 20-something receptionist who spends her life being charming to people who verbally abuse her, and is the most vulnerable of us because she sits at the front desk. I take on every asshole who is rude to my staff, and most of them back down. But there's sometimes the guy who is angry if I can't unleash his drug abuse/sleep apnea/inability to safely perform the essential functions of his job on the rest of his co-workers/society. I take each one up on what is inappropriate, I sympathize with his need to work, and I do everything in my power to work with him and keep him in his job.

Sometimes it doesn't work out, and I don't delegate any of the unpleasantness. But it upsets me to think that, when that guy comes back with the intent to kill us all, he'll kill my innocent staff before I even know he's in the place, before I can even confront him.

(Yes, I have used the male pronoun in this post. So far I haven't had a woman threaten to kill me, although I'm sure it could happen.)

If he shows up going postal, try this ... Rx: ṪṪ 124gr Pb IC stat


(That's 2 x 9mm (NATO standard 124 grain lead) rounds to the head. The 1st drops him. The 2nd keeps him from twitching which can be so annoying.)

I don't own a handgun, but think I should consider ...

My staff worry about the postal issue regularly. One day it will happen, just like the clinic in eastern PA.

So when I did the whole drinking thing after getting Diz's ashes, I also did the falling over things. Really hard. On things you do NOT want to fall over on. If the spectacular cut and sunburst bruise was anywhere accessible to photography I promise I would treat you. No can do, sadly .

A lego?

A bit like that.
But ouchier.

Is it possible to get a buzz lock with a camera on the front door? Technology like that is super cheap nowadays, just a quick doorbell ring and the receptionist can look at their face and make sure they're not That Guy, then buzz them in.

Shoot him again, his soul is still dancing.[/BadLieutenant]

I heard a few airports have naked x-ray machines going cheap, just place a mirror on the door and they'll stop still for a moment to and they look good/scary while you can check if they're carrying. Or are well hung.

Um. Call the police. Terroristic threats need to be confronted with extreme prejudice.

Bad Jim! That's profiling.
j/k I agree, that's what the Popo are fo

But, but, if they deal with him themselves, they can charge him for an office visit (business is business).

What would the billing code for that visit be?

general anesthesia

We share a building with an Urgent Care practice so can't buzz-lock the front door. The door into the clinical area is locked, but it's flimsy and would be easy to kick in. I worry about the receptionist(s) because they're the first visible staff, sitting behind non-bulletproof glass.

We've had the police involved before, and had certain individuals banned from hospital property (unless they're personally coming in via ambulance). But threats, unless heard by multiple people, are hard to prove. The Supreme Court is considering a case right now that addresses when an utterance made in anger (protected free speech) becomes a 'true threat'. Is it all in the perception of the one on the receiving end of the communication? Or does the one uttering the communication have the right to declare what it means? It's a stickier legal wicket than one might think, and people who make threats may get a warning, but don't usually get taken off the street.

The staff get nervous when they see certain behaviors because absolutely everyone around here has guns. We have no security in the building (we have tried to get some assigned, but apparently it's too expensive to protect us in our little clinic that sits a few blocks from the hospital. Also, most of the security guys the hospital uses are about 90 anyway ...). So, short of getting a concealed carry permit, I don't know a good solution. Maybe bulletproof glass and reception wall in the new office that we'll move to next year ...

Therapy pet ... Doberman.

or, Shark with frikkin lazerbeam.

Each of us could have a therapy dog ... a Doberman, a Rottweiler, a Mastiff, a German Shepherd, and a specially-trained therapy puma. There you go. Any of them could administer Conscious Sedation.

That wasn't a laser beam, it was half of a sonic screwdriver and you know it.

Ha! Maybe that will do until we get the Doberman and puma.

Well, they didn't fire Dr Silverman.

Just put the receptionists in for hazardous duty pay and you're good to go.

I lost my therapy puma on 9/11, you insensitive bastards!

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Stupid fucking Diz. Still dead.
And Claudette.

And it hurts like buggery without lube.

What's upsetting me is being at the financial mercy of someone I currently despise.

ach damn Ali - that's horrible.

that's why god invented lawyers.

I have one. I also have to think about the long term consequences of getting legal reps involved. I just need to suck it up for a bit longer. It will be over soon.

Very bad evening. I don't know how to move past this.

Tomorrow is another day. Tell us all about it.

Share it with us if you can, Ortho. Even if you can't, know that we've got your back.


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