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There is much laughter across the world when reading your post about Me Time. I think that all pet owners and parents identify with it. Your only hope is that you can train them to eat on the patio as soon as you get home; thereby locking them out of the house while you get a bite to eat and rest a bit.
I am so sorry that you are allergic. It must be one of the stages of he11 to live with allergies. I have had it for 35+ years and living with the feeling that I have 'the flu' for most of the year is awful. The compromise of living with the side effects of allergy meds or living with the allergy is a tough one.
Here, because of the toxic micro-dust that blows in from China; we are told to vacuum our pets when we bring them into the house and then to wipe them down with a damp cloth and to wash our hair, face,eyes and teeth, and change our clothes when we come in. These things are great to do for allergies but do not leave much time for the rest of the evenings agenda, especially when you do the rest of the recommendations: Sweep and mop floors twice a day, vacuum walls, furniture and light fixtures twice a week, and wet-wipe everything at least monthly. Whew! No time for anything but cleaning there!
I TOOK lots of me time today, thanks. It was actually last night when they were making me crazy. I managed to 'lock' the cats outside this morning after lunch. Then I took took the rest of the afternoon for me time. It was a bit humorous though that just a few min ago when I started typing this response, I could have sworn I heard a cat - and then Cocoa came down the hall from out of nowhere. Apparently, he had manage to stow away in here all afternoon after all, but he left me alone during my afternoon quiet time.
Then when I went to the door to let him out, Kitty came in and wanted to be served dinner - and, of course, I had to go feed the raccoons, and...
You see, that is the secret of the game they run on me. They pretend like they are feuding when actually it's all a cover for this relay thing they have going, where by each coming in separately and then handing the door off to the other on their way out, they manage to keep control of the house from the time I get up to let Widget out until I go to sleep. Every time I walk one to the door thinking, oh, good, I'm going to have the house to myself now, another one comes in. All day. Nonstop.
I've finally figured it out. That's why sometimes one gets to the door and then refuses to actually go out. He or she looks out and sees that the next arm of the relay is not in place, so they have arrived to soon and must find a way to stall for time or risk loosing control of the house for the rest of the day.
They are smarter than me. I admit it. They are conspiring to take over the entire house. And they are winning. It's just a matter of time...
LOL. Hopefully everyone knows I was just blowing off steam and laughing at myself, not that they weren't driving me nuts last night or that they didn't keep me busy until midnight catering to them. As to the allergies, for me that's just a relatively minor annoyance, an aggravation. It's that time of year here when the pollen is at or near max and has been for weeks. It's really bad twice each year, spring and fall. Guess that's the case most places. Once I took the allergy med I felt much better - and then fell asleep due to the side effects. Oh, well.
As I started reading your list of things the gov advices you to do I was thinking, OMG, I would never get anything else done. Matter of fact, I would never finish the things on that list. Oh, that is just too funny - if it weren't so serious, that is. Those things probably work, too, except that it isn't humanly possible unless you can afford servants. Good luck with that.
I managed to get them all back out again. Kitty even agreed to go out again after eating. But like I said, they are cunning. They're out there, right at the front door, waiting. You can count on it, and they know it's ok to let go of the door this time of evening because Widget will have to go out again in a few hours, and then they will both take the opportunity to come back inside - and start the game all over again.
The last few days it seems I've been running at peak speed all day and then 'passing out' at the end. Today I ran home after work to chauffeur Widget across town to see the vet. It's past time for his annual tests, shots, and exam, due in Feb when I was too broke to make it. My stockpile (what would I have done w/o my stockpile of stuff) of Sentinel finally ran out last month, so he needed more of that ASAP. In addition, he had just recently begun to show a few worrisome symptoms. They didn't seem indicative of an emergency situation, but had persisted for a week or two: light, shallow, nonproductive cough which reminded me of my allergies, intense ear scratching, and persistent watery eyes - nothing thick and yucky, just waking up with pools of clear water around eyes.
So, you will never guess what the poor boy has? Allergies! Probably seasonal. I can SO relate. Wasn't it just the other day that I was experiencing 'death by pollen'. We have had very high pollen counts for a few weeks now. I'm living on Sudafed.
Widget got ear drops and allergy pills with a combination of antihistamine with low dose steroid. She thinks everything from his light hacking to his eyes, ears, and the light skin flaking she noted is all due to allergies. When she diagnosed his hacking as very likely due to the high pollen count, I immediately thought of Heidi who, as some of you may recall, goes through bouts of hacking every year about this time, usually either when she is pregnant and the size of a beach ball or when the kits are very small. She does it every year. For years I worried that she had some serious illness until some of you suggested allergies, and it seemed to fit.
Widget got his annual rabies shot (2-3 months late), but the vet wants to hold off on his other shots until his allergies calm down. She was fearful of inundating his system with so many chemicals while it's already 'under attack' with the pollen. I SO wanted to have this behind me when I left today, but what she said made sense. I didn't want to risk overwhelming his immune system. Plus I need to take him back in a few weeks anyhow so she can see how he's doing.
Buddy too gets that hacky cough during high pollen times up here... no issues at home. hopefully with DH dealing with crap at home... he and Bud will miss the pollen season -- which i think is May -- can't recall. it's so hard to see our furkids struggle like that. and yes, that includes miss heidi.
Sorry to hear about Buddy. I took Widget in primarily because it was [past] time for his annual, but I did want to mention his cough and other relatively minor problems while I was there, just to be sure they weren't more serious. Honestly, his runny eyes and itchy ears were a bigger concern for me as I didn't want to ignore a possible eye and/or ear infection. It's just so hard to know how serious or not their problems are when they can't tell you how they feel. Widget is somewhat prone to eye infections anyhow due to all that hair, and I like to nip those in the bud fast.
A couple nights ago he woke me in the middle of the night panting. At that point I was pretty sure something was amiss. The vet said he had a light ear infection probably a complication of his allergies and because of that he was probably hot and not feeling well in the night. Thus, I'm glad to get it treated. The allergy meds for him are just temporary to try to get him past whatever seems to be overwhelming his little system. Maltese, and this is my last one, are not particularly rugged dogs, shall we say.
Glad you have the guys to take care of things at home while you are out vacationing. :-)
I wasn't super worried about Widget. Figured it was all relatively minor, fixable stuff; however, these days I'm reluctant to ignore even a light cough. Sassy presented with a very light cough which totally didn't seem serious at all. Two weeks later she was dead of a very aggressive blood cancer for which the cure rate is basically 0%. It still amazes me how she went from seemingly fine to light cough to dead in two short weeks. She only appeared seriously ill for the last 2 days! After that I've been reluctant to ignore a mild cough.
edited to fix major typo. I meant to say I wasn't worried, but I seem to have left the all important "nt" off the end the 1st time around. Oops.
Just got this warning from emergency email warnings. FYI, we discussed this previously on another thread, but this link and the organization that sends the warnings is safe. I never, ever follow links from unknown sources, emails, adds, etc. Anyhow, I signed up with this site to receive email alerts for weather, homeland security, and food recalls. I've been receiving notices from them for years now, always legit, never any problems. I attached the emergency email site's 'About' page with information regarding the site for those who may be concerned/interested.
Basically, don't open attachments or access links from unknown or untrusted sources. Period. No matter how interesting or tempting they may look. They are interesting or tempting or controversial for a reason.
As discussed above, the 'picture' below is a screen shot of the 'About' page from the emergencyemail.org, the site hosting the above warning link. I've included it for those who may want to know more about the site before accessing the link.
Death by pollen again. Awoke all stuffed up with lots of drainage/sinus issues. Having difficulty working/focusing in the midst of my 'pollen flu'. Pollen still maxed out in the area, and Widget and I are both feeling it. Darned plants and their rampant promiscuity. Isn't it about time for this horticultural orgy to take pitty on the ill-adapted, mamalian, respiratory system and end already?
On a different note, thank heavens for Kitty. Who knows when I might have gotten to work today had it not been for Kitty who gently sounded the morning alarm by snuggling with my toes in her efforts to get me up to prepare her breakfast. She makes a fabulous alarm clock. Impossible to ignore. No snooze option. And yet her method is gentle. She wakes me consistantly - no sleeping an hour with Kitty 'going off' as I do with the digital alarm, yet she manages to do so without any shock to the system, no coronary as with those super loud alarms intended to wake the dead. If only Kitty had an interface to allow one to choose a wake time - and turn the darn thing off on weekends.
Yeah! for Kitty! Isn't it nice to have a friendly alarm clock.
I had a dog once that was our household time-keeper. She would bat the edge of the bed with her tail to wake us up just before the alarm was to go off and there is no sleeping through that either.
I got a warning on Facebook from Sophos and Facebook Security ('friend' these!) saying that we should not click on any links to story or pictures about bin Laden. (This was about 5 minutes after I saw the pictures of him...and, um, uh, it was him, and you don't want to see them.) I am afraid to click on anything now for fear of these evil twerps out there. One of my favorite cartoonists almost lost everything on his computer last night because he clicked on the wrong thing.
Praying that this year the researchers find some way of curing our allergic reactions to pollen & etc.
As usual, I took a Sudafed and was over it well before lunch. It was pretty intense 1st thing this morning, but the med made it all better. Thank heaven for chemistry.
I never, ever click on random adds online or links in email from spammers, so I'm not likely to ever run across those pics, nor do I care to really. I've seen dead people before.
As for Kitty, unfortunately, she is not inside enough to make a reliable replacement for the real alarm clock - although she did save my butt this morning when I turned the alarm off and fell back to sleep. And, yes, a soft, silky furry alarm clock beats cold, hard, electronics any day.
Argh! Things have generally been going much better both in terms of pain/health and energy - once I get past the initial, early AM doldrums, that is. Yesterday was great. I was psyched. Stayed at work an extra hour and even then had to rip myself away from my project - very good sign. On the way home, I stopped to pick up a small bag of IAMs to tide us over until Sat when I can get to the holistic pet store to pick up more EVO. (The cats laughed at me when I offered them IAMs as a substitute, btw. My how things have changed. They accept positive change almost instantly, I see.)
I know I should have listened to those of you who told me to use the motorized cart...but I was only going to get a few things, and I felt fine going in, and it was only a few months ago that I could handle the store just fine and...I ended up in almost unbearable pain AGAIN, dragging my stiff leg out to the car and trying to find a way to get it in the car w/o bending it. It was the same thing all over again. Unspeakable agony that came on suddenly and at the very end of my shopping experience (thought I was going to beat it this time). Barely able to stand it long enough to pay for groceries and hobble very slowly out to the car. I hate it when that happens.
Then, of course, despite taking a Vicodin (no effect) at the store, I had to leave the groceries in the car (luckily this time nothing for fridge/freezer). It was all I could do to get myself inside. Feeding the cats was a nightmare, but they don't understand that I get sick, too. Couldn't even bend knee even a little to sit down and rest. Had to stay in bed with leg straight for hours until 'it' finally subsided. I hate 'it'. Accept for this thing, I am otherwise doing pretty good now, but this is a deal breaker when it starts up. Scream.
when i'm up here in wisc, i always complain about the internet... some days it's barely like dial-up.
our neighbors across the street just got a new wireless plan... wow it flies. the Mgr got the same set up [so at first it wasn't easy to know who we were tapping into -- but one is insecure the other needs a password]
it's a possibility we will eventually split the costs with the guy and his wife across the street if this works out.
Congrats on getting some good internet service there! It makes all the difference in the world, doesn't it? With anything approaching dial up speed, I would quickly get tired of waiting and give up. It's just not worth it. Glad to hear there is a better option now. Hope you and the neighbor are able to split a connection/costs soon.
Cheryl - on e of the worst things about that 'dial up' is... when i work on the Park's web site, in the middle of updating, i'll TIME OUT because it takes so long... so the update does not take and i have to re-login and start all over again.
Back home... feels good, can't wait to sleep in my bed. hopefully garden for a few days.
Oh, I hate web sites that time out causing me to loose my work and have to start over. Grrr. Even though I've not seen dial up since, well, the days of dial up, I've dealt with the same kind of time out thing you spoke of, just for different reasons. One place I worked, when they 1st rolled out a new security plan (and this was circa 2000), the network guys set the time out to low on the email program for anyone using webmail.
I would barely compose maybe 2 paragraphs of a business email and then I would get kicked off and have to login again and retype the email. One day I tried 3 or 4 times to type the same email. Finally, I had to type it in Word and then quickly cut and paste into the email program and send ASAP before it timed out again. That was SO frustrating, so I can totally relate. And we had a very high speed connection at the time, no waiting. In our case it wasn't the connection speed but the low T.O. that caused the problem, but same result. I've run in to that T.O. problem at work in other situations, too. Always, always very frustrating.
Glad to hear that you are home again. It's nice to get away sometimes, but there's no place like home. Nice to be home for Mother's Day, too, I imagine. Hope you had a good Mother's Day! I've been running to and fro this afternoon, inside and out, trying to get the major things done before we start a new week.
Still have a lot to do in the garden/yard, but I got enough done so that I can very definitely see a difference, and that's always nice. Also doing laundry, changing linens on the bed, along with a number of other much needed last minute tasks. I was outside slaying weeds but decided to come back in when I realized my face was HOT. I went to wipe the sweat off my forehead and my face practically burned my hand. That's when I figured I should take a break to cool down.
Hope you enjoy the rest of your day - and get some time to garden over the next few days.
Do you remember the name of the cat "whisperer" show on APL?
Sounds like you've been busy this weekend - glad to hear that your body is allowing you some energy to take care of home tasks, as well as work tasks. I'm still finding that I use much of my energy during the work week, and need some down time on the weekend (after my surgery). After I spend a couple of hours in the garden, I'm done, until I rest/nap for a while. I did get some veggies into the ground, this weekend - they were seedlings that I'd repotted into gallon pots & kept in my "sun room" (fully enclosed former porch area with lots of windows) - but don't have energy for much in the way of housework, (see says with glee). :-)
You were encouraging reminders: did you have a chance to try the black cohosh for hot flashes yet?
To be honest, I still don't get enough time for housework or yard work. Still can't catch up from the 1st weeks to month when I 1st started work and just couldn't do a thing. Back then it truly was a challenge just to do 8hrs, feed critters, and sleep.
I've reached the point now where I can run errands after work the 1st few days of the week and maybe get one or two tasks done at home. By Thur and Fri the accumulated sleep loss is taking a toll on me, and I can't get much done other than work and sleep. On Saturday I sleep 1/2 or more of the day and spend the rest of the day and night just letting myself do whatever I want. On Saturday, after a full week of work, my knees and back usually ache too much to do anything. Resting on Saturday and Sunday helps me recuperate for the coming week.
I've clearly made progress. I'm not able to do very much on the weekend. Sat I only worked for about an hour late in the day before sundown. I had to take a pain pill to be able to do that. I just knew I needed to slay those weeds before things got any worse. I hate to admit it, but I had 6 and 7ft high weeds out there. It's embarrassing, but I figure you guys understand since you know I've been having trouble getting around much. Oh, and when I say "run around trying to get x,y,z done" what I mean if working outside is weed whack a 5 or 6ft area in front of me, sit for 2 min, chop down a 1/2 dozen tall weeds, sit for 2 min, repeat, repeat. It's much the same indoors, so I don't get as much done as a 'normal' person would. But I am improving, slowly.
On weekends I sleep late, very late, catching up on sleep lost during the week. Saturdays I try to give myself the freedom to just do whatever. On Sunday afternoon, I try to get some work done. I may only work an hour or two. I try to tackle the most pressing things. I got more done this weekend than any prior week. After a week of work, I can barely walk when I get up on Saturday. Yesterday, I needed an extra pain pill to get around. Today I'm doing much better.
I'm glad to hear that you are able to get out and enjoy a little time in your garden. It's ok if you don't have time for house work, especially if you have a DH or anyone else around to do it. (smile) I know you will be back up to speed in no time. There will be time for housework later.
Oh, the name of that program is, "My Cat From He__". Strange name, but I enjoyed the program. They are still showing Episode 1 a few more times before next week when the go to Episode 2. I meant to post the name of the show above, so thanks for reminding me.
I'm going to check on that Black Cohosh right now when I finish this post. Thanks for the reminder. See how my mind works these days? I have a whole list of things I need to get and will one day, but for now I only seem to remember them at times when I can't shop - like when driving to work.
I just wanted to let you know that I finally ordered that black cohosh. It should be here Thursday. I didn't want to spend 30min to an hour fighting traffic and standing in line at the store, so I ordered it from a place where I don't pay shipping. I ordered the black cohosh along with some much needed and long overdue A/C filters.
When I got off the computer the other night when responding to your post, I tried to order it right away. Wouldn't you just know it, I had a problem ordering and had to wait another day. I wasn't about to forget AGAIN and risk having you have to remind me yet another time, so this time I put a reminder on my calendar for this along with several other things I keep forgetting to pick up - like those filters. I made it one of those pop up reminders with a daily repeat cycle, so I couldn't possibly forget it. I need to do that more often.
I also wanted to tell you that your words helped me to realize and appreciate how far I've come since starting my job just over a month ago. I still have a ways to go, but it doesn't hurt to celebrate what I've accomplished so far. It seems like I made a huge jump forward this past week and week end. That said, yesterday I came home hoping to get more yard work done while it's still relatively cool, but I 'passed out' as soon as I had fed the cats, and I slept until after midnight, 'squandering' the entire evening.
Until I read your post, I didn't realize that you, too, were still battling to get back to where you were before your surgery. I wish you all the best in your recovery - and a rapid recovery. Is your recovery progressing in accordance with your and your Dr's expectations?
Yesterday I had one of those 'aha' moments. I jumped out of bed in a pretty decent mood - whereas usually I'm dragging around in pain and hating the world. But that was the very difference. There was NO pain, none at all. I stood up expecting pain, and there was none.
I endure a certain level of pain off and on pretty much daily without mentioning it here and w/o even really thinking of it consciously. It's just the norm for me now and has been for some time. I tell you about those incidents when my pain rises substantially above that 'normal' background pain.
No, this post really isn't about complaining over pain. Really, it isn't. It's about something major that I learned or realized yesterday. That I have grown to expect a certain level of pain each morning and that the pain causes me to get up in a grumpy mood and moving slowly is just important setup information for my revelation.
Yesterday morning was fabulous. I moved with such ease, such totally unexpected ease. I moved around so much faster than I normally do in the morning and was in such a good mood almost looking forward to the day. It was all so unusual, I could not overlook the change, nor could I at first understand it.
Just 2 days earlier on Saturday I had awoken in pain. Remember? When describing my weekend just 2 posts earlier I reported that I was barely able to walk on Saturday, not just upon awakening but for hours after. I had associated that with work, thinking that after 5 days of walking and climbing stairs and sitting all day, I was just racked with pain by Saturday. By Sunday, I was doing noticeably better, although still having at least the 'normal' morning pain upon awakening.
It all seemed to fit. Saturday I had been in pain after working all week. I had rested most of the day Saturday (loosing lots of good work and play time) and had then felt considerably better on Sunday. It made sense. Very logical. Must be true. Right?
Then, out of the blue, on Monday I sprang out of bed pain free and ran to and fro getting dressed with the speed I had a decade or more ago; but the whole time I was doing so, I was trying to make sense of my sudden good fortune, trying to fit this into my theory of Saturday and Sunday. Why did I suddenly feel so good? How did I awaken on this glorious morning feeling so great and so pain free?
Every time I stood up in the course of bathing and dressing, I unconsciously anticipated the stabbing pain that has become my constant companion, the sharp pain that runs down my leg and through my knees - but it wasn't THERE. Wow! How wonderful was this? It was gone. The normally pain racked body that usually dragged about with tremendous effort in the mornings was suddenly lighter than air, pain-free, and moved with such ease. But why? How?
And then it hit me. Now it truly did all fit, fit like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Now it really did make sense.
As I've mentioned before, I take more than one type of pain medication. In addition to regular things like ice, heat, gels, and such, I take a 24hr NSAID, a 24hr, time release 'pain pill', and also have a regular pain pill for those times when I need something extra for what is called 'break through' pain. The 24hr pain pill doesn't really last 24hrs for me. After about 12hrs it starts to break down. By the 24hr point and the last few hours leading up to it, I start to have substantial breakthrough pain - more than that other pill can handle. Plus I don't want to take that other pill every day. I save it for big things.
I take the 24hr pain pill 1st thing each morning so that I my best 12 hrs corresponds with my most active waking hrs, and my worst hours are spent lying down and sleeping. During that time I still have some pain killer in my system. It's usually enough to keep me relatively pain free while lying down but not enough for walking around.
The problem is that I wake up with the level of that medication, my main pain medication, at its absolute lowest point of the day. When I wasn't working, I would routinely wake up around 5 or so (often due to the discomfort). I would take my pill then and go back to sleep. I would wake up again some 2 tor more hrs later. That's about the time it takes for the slow acting pain pill to get in my system and start working. Thus by taking the pill at 5, I would be in pretty decent shape by 8 or 9 when I would finally get up. Remember? 'Breakfast is at 9' was my motto back then when talking about Kitty.
Now, I have to get up much earlier and am almost always accumulating sleep deprivation hours during the work week, so I don't wake up until the alarm goes off (often after it has been going off for an hour or more). The pain medicine is almost completely out of my system, and I have to leap out of bed right away and try to hurry - the latter doesn't really happen due to the pain. The 1st thing I do is take that pain pill, but it's still going to be 9-10AM before it starts working. So this is why I wake up in a bad mood, hating life, and barely able to get around to get dressed and feed critters.
On Saturday, I sleep late to pay back the sleep debt accumulated during the week. This past Saturday I didn't get up until 11AM. By that time, it was a good 4hrs past the time when I should have taken my pain pill. By that time, the level of the medication in my bloodstream had fallen precariously low which explains why I was barely able to walk. Then it took hours for the medication to get in my system and start working which explains my memory of being in pain and having to lie around much of Saturday. (I got up very late. Add some 3 or 4 hrs to that, and it was mid afternoon before I was even starting to feel decent.)
On Sunday, I also slept late but felt more 'normal' upon awakening because I awoke roughly 24hrs after my Saturday wake time, and thus took my pill on schedule.
On Monday, yesterday, I awoke on feeling unusually good (for mornings) and with no pain. That's because I awoke some 4 or more hours before the 24hrs mark. Monday I got out of bed and started moving at roughly 18 and 1/2 hrs into my 24hrs pain pill. Thus I had more of the pain medicine still in my system than I usually do when I wake up and try to start moving. Not realizing this at the time, I took my next pill upon waking up, so actually some 4.5hrs early. And that's why I felt so good that morning and moved without pain (compared to what I'm accustomed to in the morning). By taking the pill 4.5hrs early, it had time to get in my system before the prior pill had 'expired' and before the level of the medication could fall to that really low point. I had no pain, no difficulty moving around to get dressed, and no morning blahs brought on by the fight to get moving while still all stiff and in pain.
So, what have we learned? Mostly, what I knew 2yrs ago when the PA forced me to change the way I took my pills. Instead of one 24hrs pill each day, I used to take two 24hr pills daily, one 2/3 strength, one 1/3. Together they totaled the same as the one I take now, but having 2 allowed me to take the stronger one in the morning and the weaker one at night. I took the same dose in a 24hr period, but by taking it in 2 doses spaced 12hrs apart, I was able to keep the level in my system from getting so low as it does now. That worked SO much better; but since the mfg says to take 1 pill per 24hrs, the PA won't let me do it my way - even though the dose per 24hr period is the same either way. Argh!
When she forced me to take the 1 pill daily instead of two, that's when I started getting up in the very early AM to take the pill so I could actually move later when I got out of bed. I kept the pill and glass of water by the bed so I didn't have to walk until the pill had time to take effect.
Now I'm wondering if I should consider changing the time of day that I take the pill. It would be great if I could take it in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping. Any other time means I'll be running on low (and having pain) the last hour or so before it runs out or the 1st hour or so after taking the pill or both.
While writing this I just realized that I also take my NSAID 1st thing each morning. Although not as noticeable, I guess that one must be getting low in my system at the same time. Although it won't fix the problem, maybe it would help a little if I switch the NSAID to evening so at least its low won't coincide with the low of the pain pill. I'm not as good at taking an evening pill. I'm more inclined to forget in the evening. Also, being an NSAID it may cause stomach pain if I take it at night when I'm not eating, but I could try taking it with dinner - if I remember.
Scary/Scary. Last night before bed any time I opened the door the air outside was unusually hot and thick and almost 'pressurized' so that it seemed to expand towards me when I opened the door, almost pushing against me. It was as though the air had mass, volume, weight, as though it were an object of some kind, a hot, puffy, pressurized object. In the near distance, lightening lit up the sky every minute or so, but there was no storm - until now.
It's 4AM. We are under a severe Tstorm warning (meaning one spotted in the area), and now I hear thunder indicating it's close by. The rumbling is fairly constant and severe, like the sky is really, really angry. The warning which expires in 30min (too late now though since I can hear the storm baring down on us) calls for 60+ mph winds (if I'm not mistaken hurricane winds begin at 80 so that's close) and quarter sized hail.
The thunder is growing louder and angrier still, and now I can hear either very large, scattered rain drops or intermittent, smallish hail on the roof. I'm a bit scared of that weeping willow falling or loosing limbs. It's aiming for my MBR. Too late now. It's here. Scary. May loose power soon. Oooh. Big scary crack of lightening. Going to door to check for Cocoa.
No sign of Cocoa. I knew Kitty wouldn't be around in this kind of thing but have found Cocoa at the door wanting in at start of storms before. This is one of those storms where you don't need a flashlight because the sky stays lit almost non-stop with endless, overlapping lightening, the static discharge kind. In the midst of the constant light show accompanied by an endless rumble of thunder, giant bolts of lightening pierce the sky every few minutes followed by loud claps of thunder, the kind that make one jump with fright and shake one to their toes. Only minimal rain still. And the rumbling continues endlessly...
Just checked local TV station's web site for info. Warning (actual storm sited) ends at 4:30AM, but Watch (conditions favorable) continues until 11AM (earlier it was to end at 7) Tornadoes possible, but hail is expected to be biggest threat. Now they are saying that golf ball and even softball sized hail are possible with this system. Whew! Scary. I hate going to work in something like this. The current storm seems to have slowed down a bit for the moment. Hoping it may be leaving. Maybe we were lucky enough to only get brushed by the outside of it. More rumbling. Not over yet.
Whew. That was pretty scary, but we are all still here. Still under risk of severe Tstorms and giant hail through 11AM. Very quiet right now. Overcast but quiet.
I used to never worry about storms. I loved them. Loved to hear and feel and see the awesome power of nature. Loved to observe strong wind whipping the trees about and bending them sideways. I didn't want anyone or anything to be harmed. I just enjoyed the power of nature.
That was before Hugo. Hugo cured me. It not only made me fearful of hurricanes but of any severe storm with the potential to do harm. Recent events like the tornadoes that wreaked such havoc in AL have added to my storm concerns.
Don't misunderstand. I don't panic or even get all worked up during storms. But I do get concerned when bad storms are predicted. I no longer go out to sit on the porch and watch the wind whipping trees to and fro as I did a decade or so ago. Now I get online and bug you guys.
I hope the black cohosh gives you some relief. Interesting to read your revelations about the timing of your pills - hope you can coordinate them so the mornings are a bit easier for you.
I'm happy to say that my surgery was VERY successful & my recovery was as smooth as anyone could hope for, but it was major surgery, so it will be a while before my energy is back to 100%. Other than that & occasional twinges, I feel "normal".
Hope that scary storm has passed & you & the cats will have a peaceful night. I would not be a happy camper if I had to drive to work in such weather... but we Californians tend to be wusses.
Well as long as we ladies are talking about surgeries and the vagaries of menopause, I have to say that having a full hysterectomy was a real kick in the pants. I usually bounce back from surgeries, but that one was a doozy!
Just wanted to let you know that I did survive the storm. Things are back to normal for the moment. The storms got about as bad as they could get w/o killing people. It generated dozens of weather warnings one reporting that a 'rotational disturbance' had been seen on radar plus numerous reports of large hail including 1.5in hail in the area where I work and several sightings of golf ball sized hail from trained weather spotters and from a nearby fire department.
I was about to believe that 'wuss' thing - considering that some areas of CA seem to have weather near 70F year round. Then I remembered earthquakes, mud slides, and wildfires that burn for weeks consuming many thousands of acres and countless homes. Wuss? Yeah, right! The earthquakes alone would send me crying to another state.
I'm very happy to hear that your recovery is going well. As for me, the past few days I awoke around 3-4AM and took my pill early while I was up - including the night of the storms. That helped considerably. When I got up again a few hours later to get dressed for work, the medication had already begun to get into my system, so I could move much easier. It's not a total solution but works when I wake up in the early AM.
I lost you a'm just gonna copy Elvis's note at the doghousell!
I have tried numerous times to post, but it keeps getting erased.
edited to add Elvis's posr from the Dawg House thread
Elvis here. Momze had what she called a "significant old birfsday" on Monday.
Sombodee broke in our basement door Saturday while Momxz & Granmonz was walkin in the water at the Y. They came straight upstairs and to her bedroom jewelry armoir. All of her gold and precious jewels, rings & earings, some antique pieces nearly a hunderd years old. Also,she only took a fanny pak to the Y and so $120 was taken from her big wallet. They got her Canon EOS camera and a ver spensive zoom lense. Momz is praying for these people . Pookie and I barked and we know who did it. It looked like the people Momz has been ministering to for about 1 1/2 years, helping and encouraging them.
I jes dont understand why somebody who has been here petted me n Pookie and sposed to be Momz's friend could do something like that.
She & ;the police hab been talking bout over $20,000 dollars. that mus be a lot cause she was jus in shock for a day or so. She an some men from the church who builded her a ramp to the driveway has prayed an prayed. They ordered a real gud door for the basement and in the meantime Momz has mthe riding mower tight up against that dool. Don't think anybody can push one of them backward when in forward gear and brakes on.
Those people took 3 crosses & don't realize that they stole from God! Momz always says eberthing we hab isn't really ours it is God's, and He jes lets us use it.
Pookie might hab to take ober my writin job here. I cant see an only hear loud hollars, I leaks an has to wear a "belly band" now. Sometimes I fall trying to go down the steps to the back yard an I gets confused really easy.
Pookie is having nightmares since the bad people came. He cries in his sleep and his whole body looks like he's running for his life. We don't know what kinda people had him for his first 4 (or 5) years...he had jes got comfortable here and not acting scared. Now that is back, Poor little cousin.
He asked me to tell you that he is takin obedence classes an loves em as much as I did when
I was younger like him.
We bof are goin out back to bark real loud to the 4 winds, so...listen for us.
Yer gud buddy Elvis an my nephew (or some kind of related youngin) Pookie sure hopes eberybodies and all the aunties & burdees are doing good
I am SO sorry to hear about your loss. I know that must have been devastating. That sort of thing is why I have been reluctant to advertise anything on Craig's List or the newspaper or even Recycle. I'm wary of having strangers come to the house and maybe get ideas about coming back to stock up when I'm not home. Sadly, while I understand why you would want to minister to people, that probably isn't so safe for a woman alone these days either - unless it's someone you are sure you can trust in your home that way.
I know it must have been awful to loose so much of your stuff that way. My heart goes out to you. At least they didn't harm Elvis and Pookie. That is always a concern of mine, too.
How awful that you've lost your 'new' camera. It was great that you had the ability to take pictures to show us things. On the other hand, it looks like they left your computer. That was lucky. I hope you will be able to get some of your things back, but I don't think that is usually the case.
I was really, really down for a little over a month. Barely got out of bed, slept 12-15 hrs/daysself care and cat boxes got ignored for way too long.
A new med had me way of ballance and had a # of bad falls Hips, knees, back, sping, arms and head were all bruised at times. Felt like I'd been put in a blender for a spin. LOL... That is past now. I got a rolling walker. That really helps me to be mobile and has really been a Godsend, as I can just sit on the seat if I am winded or faint or just plain weak. Have started going to the YWCA 'Silver Sneakers'program (free to AARP members!!) Currently just doing water walking and the arm bells + bycicling using the water noodle.
I am so looking forward to the day when I regain some stamina and strength.
I'm glad to hear that things have improved somewhat and that you have found a way to deal with the situation. It's especially encouraging that you have found something you can do to improve things (through exercise) and look towards a better future.
You had written one post on this thread when you were really down and out, falling, and such. Then you didn't respond to any other posts. I was worried about you. I'm glad that you are back and doing better.
As for the breakin discussed above, I forgot to mention the best thing of all, that being that YOU weren't home at the time and possibly injured. Glad things seem to be going a little better for you. Just in how you handled the issue with the breaking and the door, I can see that you are a fighter and a problem solver. You will get through all of this just fine.
&&%$##@$%^*( I have just typed for nearly an hour!) all gone! think the OJ that I spilled a couple of months ago has finally done its damage. I have no fault ins coverage for repair or replace w/ equal or better. I just have tried to hang on as I dread being without my puter for a month or so.
Remember what I suggested about some ways to mitigate the damage:
(1) type in Word with auto save on. Save to temp file. Cut & paste to DG. That way, if you wipe it out while typing, you can get it back.
(2) Send frequently. You know how sometimes when I do a really long post I will 'Send' maybe 1/3 of the way through and say 'continued'? Then type more. Send again. And again. Etc. If you Send it 1 paragraph at a time, you won't loose more than a paragraph at a time.
(3) When you wipe it out, STOP, then type Ctrl Z or Ctrl V immediately before you hit any another key. That should put the stuff back.
Someone once said on another thread you can put your keyboard in the dishwasher without damaging it. Leave it plenty of time to dry out. I don't know if this is valid...but if it's shot, what the heck.
It probably would work since there probably is minimal circuitry in the keyboard anyhow. On a related note, several years ago I put my camera's memory card through a complete wash and dry cycle in my pants pocket (laundry not dishwasher). I figured it was done for, but as it was my only memory card at the time, I put in the camera and held my breath. It worked fine - and still works even now some 5 or more years later. Never had a single glitch. Go figure. Oh, and it's very, very clean now. ;-)
If you have MS Works, you can use the word processing program from that. I don't recall it's name. It will probably have an icon that looks like a piece of paper or something along those lines, something relating to typing documents.
I used to do this all the time when typing posts. I knew too well the pain of loosing posts, so I started typing directly into Word, like typing a letter or other document (in your case use Works). 1st go into preferences and set 'auto save' to 'on' and set a small time so it will save often, maybe 5min. By doing this, no matter how much you type, you will always be able to retrieve it. The most you can loose is the last 5min or less (or whatever value you set for the auto save). It's like having a safety net under you while typing.
When you finish the post, cut & paste it into DG and 'send'. If anything goes wrong, it's all still there in Works until you close the page or program. If you learn to do this, you will never loose another post again. I've heard you scream about loosing page upon page of posts for some time now. Trust me, it would be time well spent to learn to do this, and it's really not that difficult.
Even if you don't know how how to use Works, that's no excuse. Get it out, click on it, open it up, and try to use it. It's just as easy to type in Works as in DG. Just give it a try. Where's that explorer spirit? Even if you don't set the auto save, using Works will be much safer than typing directly into DG; however, since you can still wipe out what you've written in Works, it would be a very good idea to look around, look at the various menus and find the preferences and find the place to set auto save.
Even if you don't try using Works - and you really should - you can still try the other two things I suggested: (1) split your post up and send it as several smaller posts to minimize the amount you can loose and (2) use Ctrl V or Ctrl Z to get stuff back when you wipe it out. Remember back when you used to use Ctrl Z?
As for washing the keyboard, no, I definitely don't recommend washing a laptop. lol. Way too much circuitry, too many circuit boards, plus mechanical stuff like DVD drive. Too much to damage. Oh, and the screen. That would definitely not appreciate being under water at all. Definitely don't wash the laptop.
You might just have to bite the bullet and send it back for repair. When you get it back, you should probably consider making a rule not to eat or drink near it. You've had too many accidents, I think. If you insist on continuing to eat and drink around the computer, you might consider getting a cheap, 2nd computer for when you have to send this one for repairs. Maybe get one of those tiny Acer (or other brand) computers, the ones that are only about 5x7 or close. You can get one of those for just $200 to $300. If you could get one of those now, you would have something to use while this one is in the shop. Just a thought. (Although I do totally understand if you don't have a couple hundred to spare.)
Thank you Cheryl for all of your helpfull suggestions. I have tried the ctrl-z thing but my computor is not just deleting what I have written, it wil put me in an entitly different screen or thread @ DG or Facebook.
Some fancy cell phones can access the internet. My crappy little Tracfone can too, but it cuts off before I can do anything useful. My DIL has a smart phone that is smarter than her. I think the laptop needs to go the the techspital, and Birdie to the library or someplace with shared computers!! Definitely a bad thing to be without internet.
I know that so called smart phones can access the internet. On my prior job I had a Blackberry that could do so. Not = to a computer, but better than nothing and nice to have when on the go, esp if the company pays the bill. Anyhow, I wasn't asking if phones can do that but if Sheri's phone can. Mine can't, btw. I'm hoping to get an iphone - someday. Everybody needs goals, right?
The library idea is good. I hadn't thought of that, but it's an excellent idea if she lives close enough to a library to make it reasonably convenient to run out every day or three or even every week until the laptop returns. I think you are right though. The laptop needs to go to surgery - techspital (sp?), too cute. Sounds like it's in really bad shape, and it's not going to get any better w/o a trip to the ICU. Of course, I do realize it's not actually up to us. lol.
Nope, no fancy high tech phone here, don't even text..
My membership ends anyway either 6 or 7/8. I am really evaluating my expenses and what are really needs vs. wants. I may even have my Direct TV disconnected. I have sure enjoyed all of my friends here. I'm not sure if non-members can read, but just not post or what. but If that is the case I will be lurking around now and then.
I was trying to postpone it untill my membership ends, but do not think I can tolerate it that long
Looks like a very long time to wait to have the laptop repaired. I still think you might want to reconsider biting the bullet and getting it fixed now (or soon). I wish you luck in whatever you decide. Oh, and we can deal with some typos if need be. Those who are willing will read it. Those who are not will skip it. We had someone a long while back who routinely typed with TONS of errors such that it bordered on impossible to decipher. I must admit that it wasn't fun trying to make heads or tails of her posts - a little like trying to put a complex jigsaw puzzle together since divisions between words were frequently in the wrong place - but we managed somehow.
July 12?? That wasn't what it used to say. Apparently I must have an angel who blessed me with another year.
Thankyou so much to whoever it was. I am humbled and grateful. Losing my DG buddies would leave a hole in my heart that is filled with love for each of you.
BirdieBlue, so sorry to hear of your break-in - such a violation and even harder to accept if you suspect it's someone you know. Hope you're able to put this behind you soon. Also, glad to hear that an angel gifted you. :-)
BirdieBlue, That is absolutely horrible about the break-in, and as Lizzipa pointed out, even worse to think somebody you knew and helped betrayed you. Many years ago somebody tried to break in my apartment (window forced open) but I believe my trusty cockatiel scared him off with his screeching since nothing was taken. It was terrifying to come home and find the evidence of the invasion. I'm glad you're being such a tough cookie!
Its God, .not me. I just know that they are terribly lost . The money they got from pawn or sale will not make their lives any better. As for me, yes there were a few very sentimental pieces . But honestly, I was very close to selling a good bit of it at the high dollar price of gold and givings to my church fir missions work. I can't take it with me, only can wear so many rings at one time. Who really needs 4 crosses? Of interest is that only about ten days ago I had changed from my Ruby cross to my plain but beautiful 1st one, a simple gold puffed cross. With only 2 ears and 2 holes in each the most I ever could wear was 4 at a time...so I really didn't need the 24 or so pairs of earrings that I had. I am allergic to nickle, so cannot wear costume jewelry in my ears. I will miss having nice earrings, but it's done.If It were just me I'd be
I am told in scripture to pray for my enemies. I had already been praying for these people and will continue to do so. I hope that the three crosses that were taken somehow touch the hearts of the 3 people I suspect (99.99% sure!)
The entire situation is just very-very sad.
I appreciate so much concern for me. The closest people in my life are my church family and DG family. I thank God often for both.
Things I can't explain. It's a very long list, but at this moment the whole pain thing heads the list. I just walked across the room realizing in utter astonishment that I had absolutely NO pain at all. None. Not even the slightest discomfort. None. Not a twinge. Nothing. I honestly cannot remember the last time I could say that - especially w/o a Vicodin. I didn't know what to think, but it sure was a grand [lack of] feeling. I almost didn't want to sit down. I mean, what a waste it seemed to sit down at such a moment.
Most of the time I have some level of discomfort even when I say I'm not in pain. To me 'not in pain' has come to mean not in severe pain. There is a certain level of discomfort in my knees and back that I just accept and mostly ignore. Thus it was such an unexpected treat to be completely and utterly w/o even a shred of discomfort. It's time for bed, but I felt like I should run about cleaning and doing all the work that I normally have difficulty doing. Wow.
What makes this moment of unexpected, pain free bliss even more difficult to explain is that Saturday I was pretty miserable even after taking some 3 Vicodin. The discomfort in my knees had come on suddenly and lasted all day and night such that I spent the day in bed unable to do much of anything (and frustrated to be wasting my time off). By Sunday things were substantially better but certainly not good. Even this morning my knees were bothering enough to warrant wearing a brace again. And yet here I am now walking around as pain free as when I was 18. Go figure.
Saturday I can explain although it took me until late that day to figure it out. Earlier that week I had stopped taking my daily NSAID. My stomach had been bothering me a little, and I had decided to lay off the NSAID for a few days to give my body a rest from it. When you take a medication like that every day, it can be difficult to know how much it is helping (or not), at least, that is, until you stop taking it.
On Friday, having realized my error, I had begun taking the NSAID again. Thus when I awoke on Sat morning in such misery I didn't associate my condition with the NSAID, not until much later that evening when I realized that, after skipping the NSAID for some 3 days, even though I had resumed it, I hadn't had time to get a good build up of it in my blood stream. That evening I took a 2nd dose (normally, I take 1 per day) and by Sunday morning was feeling much better, good enough to get up and about again.
Nonetheless, both yesterday and today I was bothered by some persistent discomfort especially when on the 'stairmaster' at work. I even needed to sleep in my brace for a few nights. I mention all of this not to whine or complain or even for sympathy. I mention it to call attention to the inexplicable fact that just moments ago I was walking around here completely devoid of any discomfort. It's really quite surreal for me now this complete lack of pain. Wonderful, but surreal.
The NSAID thing explains Saturday. The rest, who knows. I think sometimes the weather enters into the equation. Some time back I read that arthritis is known to be worse (more painful) in colder weather and also when humidity is high. I had known for some time about the effects of cold, but that last part came as a surprise to me and might go a long way toward explaining some of my problems. Humidity around here runs off the scale for most of the summer (and, folks, it is summer here already). Interesting thing is, we are enjoying a day of very low temp (70ish) and low humidity (50ish) for a change. This morning it was cloudy/stormy out, but by midday it had cleared up nicely leaving us with a cool, sunny, low humidity day and night - and now here I am totally pain free. Maybe I need to move to Arizona for pain relief.
Whatever the reason, it's great to have even the one evening off from discomfort. To bad I have to go to sleep now. It just feels like such a shame to 'waste' this wonderful moment. Feels like I should be up running to and fro.
Well, look a the bright side: at least you realized you were pain-free before you went to sleep & didn't just sleep through the whole experience. ;-) Seriously, glad to hear you were able to enjoy some freedom from pain. I imagine it helped your quality of sleep, too.
Well, I DID sleep well. I hadn't considered the possibility of never even knowing about my brief, pain free moment. Oh, you are right. I would not have wanted to miss the opportunity to at least know about it. That knowledge gives me hope for more such moments in the future. Actually, while not 100% free of all 'glitches', I had a very good day today, one with quite minimal discomfort, a level easily ignored.
Earlier on this thread someone asked about the TV show "My Cat From He--". There will be 2 episodes on tonight on the Animal Planet from 9PM until 11PM Eastern Time. Just thought I would let you know in case someone was looking for it.
Do you watch that show? I've seen both Episodes 1 & 2. I think those are the only ones out so far. I really enjoyed both episodes. I think the name may be a bit misleading, although the cats covered in episode 2 were probably did seem to fit the title. One cat goes around viciously attacking humans in the apartment, sniping at ankles and hands and even climbing on furniture to scratch heads. The other damages things all around the house while playing.
In both episodes, I found it very interesting to see the 'trainer' or problem solver's approach to solving the cat problems presented to him. He often turns things on their head, viewing problems from the cat's perspective to assist their human companions in seeing why the cats are behaving the way they are and what changes can be made to 'fix' things.
The last/2nd episode held me spellbound beginning to end, and I found that I was quite disappointed to reach the end. I highly recommend it for all cat fanciers, especially those who are 'owned by cats', a phrase I am only now coming to fully comprehend. (The latter due to my relationship with Kitty & Cocoa not to the TV program.)
My DH saw both episodes, but I missed them so I have the DVR set up to record them. He said the guy made sense. Cats need stimulation, like little kids, otherwise they get destructive. Which is why my house is littered with cat toys. Iris goes into the toy box every day and picks over the selection, decides what is worthy of her attention and plays with it. Hasn't learned to put them away when she's done.
I agree. The guy really does make sense, and I enjoy his insights. The 3rd Episode comes out Sat night, btw. Of course, it will be repeated many times during the week and even the coming weeks. The 3rd episode, according to the description, includes a segment dealing with a 'wild feral cat', this as apposed to the non-wild feral types. (facetious)
Your description of Iris going into the toy box to pick out toys makes for such an adorable image. I wish my cats would pick toys from a toy box. That would be cool to see, and I would know they were enjoying their toys. Mine love to play but will usually only spend a minute or so playing with a toy alone and then only on rare occasion. They will only get really excited about playing if someone (i.e. me) is powering the toy. It has to move to interest them. bummer. I really thing the outdoors 'spoils' them.
Toys and stimulation are only 1 part of his 'recipe' though, an important part for sure but not the whole deal. He's also seems to believe strongly in their need for vertical space, so they can get up above the room. I think that may only be for certain breeds and types of cats, not necessarily all. Still, I've noticed that is also high on his solutions list.
It seems to explain why my cats have adopted the upstairs as their special place to get away from it all when inside and even why Kitty is so fond of that high window ledge where she likes to sit sometimes. Both cats like to hang out upstairs either sitting at the top of the stairs where they can look down over the room or walking/sitting on that [wider] ledge around the perimeter of the great room at the 1/2 way mark, some 10 to 12 ft up where the ceiling would have been [normally].
I don't spend much time upstairs, don't even go there for days at a time which makes it a very private place for the cats, almost like their own private floor. In many ways these areas, the upstairs window ledge in the 2 story room, the ledge above the great room, and the area at the top of the stairs all very much resemble the areas he has people add to the home to give cats vertical space. In that his show has helped to better explain their love of these spaces in the house, I can see that I am learning more about cats by watching it.
BTW, Sassy, the Maltese I had before Widget, actually would put her toys away. In fact, she insisted on it. She was sort of OCD about keeping her toys put away inside of her crate. If you took one or two out and put them on the floor, she would get them and put them back as soon as you quit interacting with them. That seemed the signal that you were through with them and it was ok for her to take them back and put them away.
Sometimes, just to mess with her, I would start tossing her toys across the room. I would toss 2 or 3 across the floor, and while she was running around retrieving them and putting them away, I would toss more so that she could never get them all put away, at least not until I stopped anyhow. It was so cute to watch her. She would get so frustrated with me. It is their little idiosyncrasies that make our pets such unique individuals. :-)
I liked that, too, and I find that I'm really learning a lot from the show. I hope it gets a huge audience not only because I would like to see lots more episodes but also because I think probably a lot of people could really use this kind of information about their pets' needs.
Yes, he has a unique ability to think like a cat...really, in all seriousness, seeing from the cat's point of view is key. All of ours love to climb. Sammi's favorite spot is on top of the cable box (heat plus height...heaven!) on top of the tv hutch, and he and Iris often have disagreements over who has possession. They like the top of the roll top, the half wall at our entryway, the cat tree, the top of the 'frig, where there's hardly room for a whole cat, and the high window in the bedroom and I have NO clue how they manage to leap up there!
Since this is the OT thread, I'm putting up a picture of them trying NOT to share the cable box.
But generally speaking, they are pretty mellow and get along rather well. Souky is the only one who will occasionally spit, but she's the highly allergic one and I think she is always a little twitchy.
I really enjoyed the photos of your kitties. The one of the two trying not to share the cable box reminds me of the raccoons at the start of a shoving match where two will try to occupy the same space each trying to use her body to scoot the other out of the way. I say that reminds me of the start of the show because the raccoons get very vigorous (and humorous) with it.
The raccoons push and shove so hard they remind me of two children - surely you have seen two small kids trying to sit in the same seat, each trying to push the other off the seat using only their bodies - that's how the raccoons roll. One will manage to shove the other over momentarily. Then the other will shove back. Sometimes I go out there and find them with their bodies folded in hilarious, accordian like positions as they try to occupy one spot.
On night I stepped out to find a sight I wish I had on 'film'. Two yearlings had started out 'butt' to 'butt', heads pointing in opposite directions, each pushing as hard as she could in an effort to unseat the other. Both were trying to 'own' the same small pile of food - and at the moment neither was able to eat. In the course of pushing and shoving with their hind quarters, over time instead of one pushing the other out of the way, both had managed to elevate their backsides into the air so that by the time I stepped out onto the patio, the two 'ladies' appeared to be doing handstands, their heads still pointing in opposite directions, their front feet on the ground, and their 2 bodies lined up vertically, back legs pointing in the air, tummies together. It was the most hilarious sight, and they were holding that position and still pushing like honery kids.
Back to the cats, I was a tad confused by your comment about posting the photos, the comment about 'since this is the OT thread'. I finally concluded that perhaps you felt that photos of your cats would be OT to the Kitty&Cocoa thread? If so, I seem to have poorly defined what is and isn't OT. All cat topics are welcome on the Kitty&Cocoa threads. Non cat topics are OT. You are always welcome to post pics of your meezers on the Kitty&Cocoa threads (or here). Always. Kitty & Cocoa enjoy seeing other people cats. :-)
Actually, I was finding it a little amusing that after I finally got non cat stuff removed from the cat thread, now we have managed to move the cat conversations over here to the OT thread. lol.
Ugh. Today I only have the usual, relatively minor aches but I just feel awful in some manner I can neither pinpoint nor describe, not even for myself. I can't seem to get 'going' this morning (and it will soon be afternoon already), and I have no idea what if anything might help me to feel right again. I'm guessing this is more of the menopause stuff. What a horrible malady this menopause is. I'm thinking it may also serve to heighten my other pains as it somehow seems to make everything worse.
Yesterday I had my 1st (and so far only) total meltdown (sweating, raining) at work, and wouldn't you just know it happened when my boss' boss was here for a few days and at the very moment he had come to talk to me. The actual process started before he came to see me. I had run to the supply room in search of batteries for my little personal fan. I was working away from my desk when the heat suddenly started ratcheting up and sweat began to bead up, so I needed that little, portable fan to work ASAP. It was in the middle of that emergency, me changing batteries in the fan while sweat dripped down my face, that the boss' boss showed up to chat.
I was all sweaty and drippy and miserable, having already saturated a handful of some 6 or so paper towels. I was fixated on that fan as it was my only salvation, my only hope of stemming the flood. Meanwhile he was attempting to talk to me. I could not seem to get him to understand that I HAD to fix that fan 1st. Having never seen me 'rain' before, he had no way of knowing what we were up against, and I had neither words nor time to explain. I was in a crisis, darn it, and didn't have time for all those silly rules of proper social engagement. This was an emergency.
I never did get the fan working while he was there. I finally gave up on it, and sat there mopping my forhead with a handful of towels while he spoke. He slid his chair over a foot or two as though concerned that he might get caught in the shower. lol. Shortly after that he left. By that time I could tell that the tide was beginning to turn. The crisis was over. The conversation really didn't go so well though. Oh, the 'heck' of this time in a woman's life.
We do get all the fun, don't we? This morning on the way in I was thinking about the male correlary of this time in our lives. We get misery, aches, pains, hot/cold, sweating, shivering, hair loss, depression, brain fog, lethargy, and on and on the list goes never getting any better, while they get what? A shiny red sports car and a 20 year old. It hardly seems a fair tradeoff, does it?
If you are trying to decide how to 'read' this (and the above), I figure the only sane way to approach it is to view it as a real life sitcom and try to stand back a ways and see the humor in it. Granted it is never at all funny at the moment, but we can surely see the humor after the fact. I mean, it would be humorous if it were played out in a 30min skit with TV actors, right?
I never know quite how to handle those moments, either. There is no Emily Post page on that is there? On how to handle hormonal challenges in social situations when a river of sweat is running down one's face? If you do find that page, please forward it to me. I need it desperately.
One could just tell the truth, explaining that one is dealing with the effects of menopause. I mean, after all, it is a perfectly natural part of life, right? But in such an age obsessed society as ours, I'm not sure that would be received well. Perhaps it might be better to look out from between soaking wet clumps of hair, water dripping off the end of ones nose and drawing streaks down ones glasses and just say, "Heroin withdrawals, Sir" while forlonrnly and gently shaking ones head to and fro to signify contrition.
"Perhaps it might be better to look out from between soaking wet clumps of hair, water dripping off the end of ones nose and drawing streaks down ones glasses and just say, "Heroin withdrawals, Sir" while forlonrnly and gently shaking ones head to and fro to signify contrition."
Cheryl, that had me LOL'ing here at my desk!!!
I'm really looking forward to seeing the "Cat Whisperer" show, especially the one about ferals... since I'm caring for one at work & in the process of trying to decide whether to bring her home when my "hospice" (formerly semi-feral) kitty passes. Illig1 is practically my neighbor, so I know I can see it here, but so far the times I found when it's showing haven't been convenient. Hope it's popular so they repeat it more often.
Meezer, your kitties are gorgeous.
Cheryl, loved the visual of the racoons doing the "shove" tummy to tummy, butts in the air! Have I mentioned that the skunk kits do something similar, when eating... but they stand side to side at the food bowl, until one manages to push the other out of the way, in between bites, sometimes, they push it right over & off it's feet.
Regarding the TV show: On the episode concerning the overly active Sphynx cat: I think he should have impressed that, in comparing this cat to his former cat, the owner was comparing an old cat to a kitten or young cat. Also these people should have done their research more thoroughly. If they didn't want an active cat, then they should have picked a different breed. It pays to do some checking before getting a pet of any type. I wonder if they buy cars without checking out all the features. And they will probably have the cat much longer than any car. :)
I couldn't have said it better. Actually, DH and I both thought they were rather stupid, the cat seemed smarter than they were. I also think people ought to do a bit more research before getting a pet. People buy nocturnal animals and then wonder why they are up all night. We know a vegetarian woman who was trying to feed her dogs a vegetarian diet. We were able to convince her that they need a diet of primarily meat...she hired someone to feed them because she didn't want to handle meat. (!) Sphinx, siamese, all the long legged cats are very active, and need a lot of busy time to keep them happy. There are very calm laid back breeds, ideal lap cats who snoooze happily all day. Not for me.
Cheryl, You write so well and can be so hillarious thaIt tears come to my eyes and sometimes I get side-stitches from laughter! had to shar your posts about your workday weather pattern and she & I just hooted and laughed for a good few minutesI
Hi Cheryl, So sorry you were having a mega hot flash as you were meeting somebody new. I don't know what Emily Post would say, but I think the old honesty-is-the-best-policy might be the best approach. I know it would be awkward, but maybe just saying that you're having a serious hot flash and need your fan would make everybody feel less uncomfortable since the issue is being acknowledged rather than being a white elephant in the living room that everybody pretends not to notice. You might also consider having a treasure trove of fans and mopping equipment at the ready, just like my husband's reading glasses. As usual, your ability to see the humor in things is always inspiring!
Glad you enjoyed an afternoon chuckle. :-)
I find it helps when I can step back from a bad situation and see the humor in it, and that one was rife with humor.
How interesting that the baby skunks do the 'shove', too. The raccoons usually do it side by side but some get creative like the ones that were back side to back side. When I put food in dishes, they grab the dish with their hands and run away with it. I end up with dishes all over the yard, everywhere but the feeding area no matter how many more I add, so now I just put the food on the ground or patio. That way they have nothing to grab to run away with it, so they have to stand their ground and do the 'shove' and 'steal'.
Oh, and although the raccoons do the 'shove' side to side often, no raccoon every gets toppled over. When doing the 'shove' the immediately know to get down low to the ground, legs splayed out to form a wide and stable base for pushing and pushing back. That must be cute, btw, to see one get toppled over (since I gather they don't really get hurt).
Since i put the food in pile (one pile per raccoon) on the ground or patio when arguing over a particular pile of food (which they sometimes do even when there is 'free' food in other piles nearby), they often try to cover it with their body/belly. One raccoon will scoot over the food and position herself so that she can nibble a bit from on side of the pile while keeping the rest of it under her body. Very smart. If another raccoon wants that food, too, the 2nd raccoon will try to position her body as to push the other out of the way at least enough so that she can nibble, too.
That's how they ended up pushing so hard that they managed to elevate their bodies into the air that one night. The 1st raccoon wasn't budging off the pile of food. The 2nd one was pushing trying to get her body over the food, and the rest is history. They actually ended up positioned so that, with both bodies vertical, they could both nibble at the food. That may sound like a good solution, but it's not what either one wanted as each wanted to own all of the food.
That is exactly what I ended up doing. That's how I handle pretty much everything of the sort and for precisely the reason you mentioned. I can't sit there and pretend like something so obvious and so distracting isn't happening. I just have to tell it like it is. That's just who I am.
Still, I'm not sure how well it diffused the situation in this case. He ended up leaving rather quickly. I find that men are often unbelievably uncomfortable with female issues. That plus the fact that menopause is associated with age (and decay, lol) in our very short-sighted society, made telling the truth a less than satisfying solution.
All that said, however, I figure this is all the more reason to confront the situation head on. People will never get beyond their discomfort with female issues until we begin to take them out of the closet, air them out, and make them the 'normal' issues they really are. I figure even if I could not save that situation for myself, at least I could begin the process of saving future women from feeling the need to hide such things. If we stop treating menopause, pregnancy, and other female issues as 'dirty little secrets', the world will in time get over its discomfort with them.
I don't know if anyone got it, but the "heroin withdrawals" comment was intended to have multiple shades of meaning. At the surface was the humorous juxtaposition which some seemed to get. Beneath that was a more serious but also somewhat humorous in its own way implication that in our society heroin withdrawals might actually be better, less detrimental to my job overall, and easier to recover from than menopause. Heroin after all is usually associated with youth, whereas, sadly, as previously mentioned menopause carries connotations of age and, well, decay.
One is an illegal activity and a choice which shows bad judgment, the other a perfectly normal part of life and part of our gift to the species. One should be negative, the other 'normal'. But heroin addiction can be treated and one can pay for one's transgressions on society with remorse and acts of attrition.
The age implicit in menopause cannot be remedied nor can one adequately apologize for it. It's not just permanent and 'unfixable' but sure to get worse with time. And therein, as they say, lies the rub. Therein lies the reason why ones career might actually recover faster from admission of heroin addiction and emerge in better condition post rehab than from the proclamation of age implicit in the admission of menopause. There is a bit of sarcastic wit in exposing such irony.
Rough night last night. Late yesterday afternoon my back suddenly began to hurt and for no particular reason, at least none that I could discern. Even when I lay down, it hurt such that I could never quite find a position that would afford me any relief. As the evening progressed the pain became increasingly difficult to bear.
To make matters worse, with only 2.5 pain pills left to get me to Wednesday, I was reluctant to take the one thing that might afford me some relief. I spent a fitful night, turning 1st this way and then that, always, always in pursuit of some position in which I would not feel as though I had a metal rod piercing my left hip. I needed to save those last few pain pills in case I had pain during the week ahead at work, but finally I could take the relentless pain no longer. I got up and took 1/2 pill hoping that might suffice as I surely could not afford to take more.
After another hour or so of wide awake tossing and turning in pain and after rubbing myself with all manner of 'icy' this and 'hot' that, I was finally at the end of my rope. It was 2.5 hrs from time to take my regular 24hr pain med (I'm not running out of that one as I take exactly 1 per day). It's dangerous to take that one too early. Only small increases in dosage of that med can cause severe and nasty side effects including difficulty breathing.
Having experienced some of these unpleasant effects before, I am ultra careful to take that one 'by the book', but last night I decided to take it 2.5hrs early. I had been flailing about in pain for hours by then and just could not imagine another 4 or 5 hours of such (2.5hrs wait to take pill + 2 or 3 more for it to take effect). That worked and w/out ill effect. Some time later I finally drifted off to sleep. When I awoke a few hours later (morning), I still had pain but it wasn't so unbearable. I've taken yet another 1/2 pain pill which did give me some relief, but the pain of the metal rod boring into my hip is still with me even now. I'm just hoping it doesn't keep me up tonight or make my work week to unbearable, especially now that I've only 1.5 pain pills left until Wed.
This morning my trek to the back door to let Widget out was a painful one, but what was truly disconcerting was what happened next. I let Widget out, and turned to walk back across the room. Immediately, I had the strangest feeling ever. I can't even really articulate it properly. It came and went so quickly that I was unable to really characterize it properly before it was gone.
As I took that 1st step away from the door, I suddenly had this very surreal sensation as though I were floating. As I shifted my weight onto my left leg it was as though I suddenly had NO pain, no sensation at all, as though I could not feel my left leg at all or my hip. It was as thought my left hip and leg were somehow disconnected from my body, as though the 'wiring' to that area had been severed. The leg was working. It held me upright. It was even taking directions from my brain and doing so correctly. I just could not feel it. Thus it felt as though I were floating, drifting in space.
There was also a sensation when I took that 1st step away from the door as though the left leg went up higher in space than it was supposed to. I lifted the leg to take a step, but then the leg just kept drifting upward on its own, even when I had stopped lifting it. It was like it had a mind of it's own, like it was being pulled slowly and gently upward by a puppeteer's string. As the leg drifted upward under its own or some outside power, it seemed weightless as I was no longer exerting force to lift it and yet it continued to rise. The whole thing though an ultra brief flash in time was nonetheless incredibly surreal. It was at once a rather 'cool' sensation, that of floating with neither effort nor pain, and yet a bit worrisome since body parts are not supposed to behave this way.
The sensation was over in seconds, but it had been every bit as distinct as it was brief. The most worrisome aspects of what had happened included the realization that it most assuredly pointed to a 'nerve' related cause. It was as though the nerve, having been painfully pinched all night as I slept had suddenly been 'released' (from whatever was pinching it) at that moment when I raised the leg to step away from the door. I'm still trying to 'wrap my head around it all' and doubt that I will ever be able to fully articulate what occurred in that tiny interval of time. Yet another concern: this time it allowed me to float effortlessly for an instant. Next time might it make me briefly unable to use the leg at all thus causing me to fall? Perhaps down the stairs even?
My back is still a bit ouchy, but it did get considerably better as the day wore on, enough so that I was able to coax myself to go out in the last hour of daylight to do some weeding and pruning. I did it mostly while sitting on my little garden seat, so the worst part was just carrying seat, tools, and myself to the 'job site'.
While I was cutting weeds from around the mailbox, a lady walked by on the sidewalk and asked why I was out there doing "men's work". I knew she was largely joking and just making conversation, but I was taken aback by her comment, since it's not the 1st time women in my neighborhood have made such comments upon seeing me out there doing yard work.
Before my injuries I used to do a lot of yard work, and after several such comments from women in the area, I stepped back and took a look around and realized that women in my community just don't do yard work at all, ever. If they want roses or shrubs or whatever, they tell their DH, and he either plants it, weeds it, prunes it, and so forth for them, or else he hires someone to do it. Either way, gardening for women in my community consists of telling someone else what they want planted.
I think of gardening as a way to get fresh air, sunshine, and exercise while distressing and reconnecting with nature. Apparently to them I stick out like a sore thumb out there doing my own gardening. Or maybe they are just afraid their DH's will see me out there and realize that women actually can do that stuff, too. It just strikes me as odd that women here all seem to have the same reaction when seeing me out there gardening.
Earlier I didn't comment on the latest 'Cat Whisperer' topic mainly because I just ran out of posting time. I guess I take a slightly different perspective on the subject. While I agree that a lot of problems might have been averted had the human's on that 2nd show bothered to do some research before acquiring the cat, I'm inclined to cut them a little more slack for not doing so.
Life, after all, is a learning process. I think many people, most, in fact, are initially unaware of the personality differences among various breeds. I think most people see breeds differences in terms of the visual things: taller, shorter, leaner, stouter, long hair, short hair, and so forth. Early on in my life, I have to admit that I didn't understand that different breeds actually had different personalities and behavior either.
Even though I've always enjoyed school, reading, and learning, I didn't research breeds before acquiring pets. I didn't know that I needed to do that. We learn many of our behaviors from our parents (and sometimes learn to do things differently when we realize we don't like something they did). Growing up we had a cat and a dog. My parents didn't do any research, and our pets back then didn't seem to require it.
A friend or neighbor or relative would ask if we wanted a kitten or a puppy (because they had a litter to find homes for). If we didn't have a cat or dog at the time, my Mom would look in the litter, find one she liked, and we had a new cat or dog. That's how it worked back then, and there was never any indication of problems doing it that way - but then our pets always stayed outside in those days where they had plenty of room.
What I'm saying is "There but for the grace of God go I." I can't fault them too much as I might have made the same mistake several times. As I see it, the important thing is that once they realized they had a problem, they sought help, and they were very willing to make changes to the environment to make the cat more comfortable once the problems and solutions were pointed out to them. Many people would not have done either of these things. I can tell you for sure that my Mom would never have been willing to have her house physically altered for a pet. We would have just gotten a new pet. That one would have suddenly become sick and died.
As to the idea that they probably did research before buying their car, I mean this in a very nice way, but are you kidding? You Folks are just very well educated. You obviously haven't met many 'ordinary people'. (lol). I don't think most people actually do research cars before buying them, not even now when the internet makes it easy to research anything. If they did, I think we would see a whole different set of cars on the market than what we currently have to choose from.
I'm afraid most people buy a car the same way my Mom acquired a cat. They buy brand x because their parents did or they avoid it because their Dad was in 'the war' and hated the Japanese, so they can't buy anything that isn't from the US. They buy a car because it's sporty or hot or macho or cool or erudite or sophisticated or conveys an air of "you've arrived".
On a whim one day they pull into a car lot just to look around; the salesman asks "if they'd like a puppy"; and just like Mom they reach into the box and pull out one they find visually appealing, and if the salesman can manage to shoehorn it into their budget they drive it home. That's how most people buy a car. I suspect that's the way most people do most things.
Anyhow, having made more than a few booboo's in my own life, I'm inclined to cut them some slack especially since they made good choices in their efforts to rectify the problem.
I think the breeder is the one most at fault in the situation of the Spinx in Episode 2. I'm assuming that was a purebred. If so, it's the responsibility of the breeder not just to collect the money but also to represent the needs of the animals they breed. It's the breeder's responsibility to insure that the perspective buyer is knowledgeable about the breed and is a good fit for the animal before agreeing to the sale. A responsible breeder would have done so.
When I was looking around for a Maltese before buying Widget, I approached a number of top breeders, and all were the same. Not one was eager to sell me a puppy. I had to work to prove that I was a good potential Maltese caregiver before I could even consider buying one. I had to earn the right to buy one. They wanted to know if I had had a Maltese before. When I said I had, they wanted to speak to my veterinarian. They wanted to see vet records and grooming records for my other Maltese. Maltese present lots of grooming problems and they wanted to know that I was prepared to take care of these issues.
Maltese don't do well when left alone for long periods, so the breeders wanted to know if I worked and who would care for the dog while I was gone. Some refused to sell me a Maltese because I was planning to leave it alone all day. They weren't being difficult. They just knew that Maltese have great difficulty with this, and they were not willing to subject their puppies to a lifetime of days alone. That is how responsible breeders behave and why I believe the breeder of the Spinx was the one most at fault for failing to insure that the kitten was going to a home where his guardians would understand and meet the needs specific to his species.
I do agree that it would be best if everyone who was thinking of acquiring a kitten or puppy or other animal were wise enough to do proper research ahead of time, but I just know that we don't live in a perfect world and most of us are not perfect people, and even well meaning people can make the mistake of failing to do so - at least until they run into a problem that makes them aware of the need to do so in the future. But, where purebreds are concerned, it's the breeder who is in the business of bringing these animals into the world, and it's their responsibility to insure that prospective buyers know the specifics of the breed and that they are prepared to take proper care of the animal.
The key words there are responsible breeder. The sphinx is most assuredly a pure bred and also very rare, but all breeders are not responsible, some are just in it for the money. In all the years I have purchased siamese only ONCE was I asked if I had siamese before. And they are not for everyone. They are very active, demanding, sometimes too vocal, and they can be possessive of their owners.
Sphinx are similar in many aspects, plus they need warmth, many owners keep their thermostats set higher or have special warming pads for their charges. They are friendly and curious, vocal like the meezers, and altogether wonderfully intelligent. They may not have dealt with a breeder, she may have been rehomed for some reason. In a perfect world, breeders would vet their buyers.
I bred one litter of kittens with my first siamese. After that, I realized that buyers are not always knowledgable or responsible, and I never bred another. I wanted betters creds from the buyers than those precious kittens had!!
I do understand that just as there are far more irresponsible than responsible pet owners there are also many so called breeders who are anything but knowledgeable and responsible, people who are just in it for a buck and who think all they need to do is put 2 like animals together and sell the offspring. I was just saying that, if we aren't going to blame the breeders for failing to do their jobs then maybe we shouldn't be too hard on 'ordinary folk' for thinking that pet ownership consists merely of providing food and water with the occasional pat on the head. Many of the owners in those episodes seem fairly young. Most of us are older and have had a extra decade or two to learn some things they may not yet know.
When I bought Sassy, my 1st Malt, we wrote the lady a check and she handed over the dog. Sassy was already 2yrs old which means the breeder had a lot more time to become attached to her, and yet she didn't seem at all concerned about what we knew and didn't know. Maltese are among the most abused and neglected of purebreds simply because they are super high maintenance and have some 'issues'.
People buy them for the look often failing to realize what they are getting into. I am guilty of that myself. I saw a picture of a Maltese and fell 'in love'. We were young and impetuous. We bought Sassy w/o doing any research. She was cute. What else did we need to know? Maltese have lots of issues and require lots of time for grooming and such. We had no idea, and the breeder made no attempt to educate us. Maltese are also quite prohibitively expensive. For most breeds there is a range depending on where you get them, but Maltese start at a very high price even for those in the newspaper and from 'backyard' breeders. We weren't prepared to pay thousands for a dog at the time, so Sassy seemed perfect. Because she was 2 we got her for less - although STILL more than the cost of the average purebred puppy.
As soon as i took her to the vet, I learned that the weird lump on her tummy was cancer. We ended up paying thousands anyhow but for surgery and with no guarantee that she would even survive. I am a bit embarrased to admit that we didn't do our homework before the purchase, but I am proud to say that, upon realizing that the breeder obviously knew Sassy had cancer (and that's why she was 'unloading' her) we chose NOT to even try to return her and get our money back. I realized that the breeder, having sold her in that condition, clearly had no intention of taking proper care of her condition. If we returned her, the breeder would just sell her to someone else. If we didn't get her the medical attention she so desperately needed, she likely would not get it and would die, so we kept her and paid for the surgery. Sassy lived another 9yrs even though her cancer turned out to be the worst and most aggressive form of mamary cancer. She had several more surgeries over the years such that I called her my $10k dog, but otherwise she lived a very healthy, bouncy, energetic, and happy life. I'm proud to have been a part of that - even if we did start off on the wrong foot.
Because of Sassy's health issues, when purchasing another Maltese I wanted to find a good breeder and a healthy puppy. Research indicated that the best option when purchasing a purebred is to buy a 'pet quality' animal from one of the top breeders of show dogs/cats of that type. These are the breeders who take their jobs very seriously, who know the ins and outs of the breed, and who are super responsible. Show breeders are trying to improve the breed, so they are very selective as to the animals they pair up, researching the backgrounds of both animals to minimize the risk of genetic illness. They always have one or two puppies/kittens that are not top show prospects either due to behavior/personality issues or minor imperfections of conformation, things that no one but a show judge is likely to even notice. These animals are neutered and sold as 'pet quality'. That's how I got Widget. He cost much more than Sassy initially but has been very healthy and so has cost much less overall than she did even at the same age.
The show breeders were anything BUT eager to sell me a dog. Some even refused for various reasons even though we, hopefully, all agree that I'm a pretty good, caring, and responsible pet owner, but for one reason or other, like the fact that I work and leave the dog alone or the fact that I wanted the dog flown to me but was unwilling to travel cross country to bring the dog back with me, some breeders were unwilling to sell me a Maltese puppy. Money did not seem an issue to these people. I really had great respect for all of them. They put me through such a battery of questions that I ultimately said it was more difficult to get cleared to purchase a puppy than to handle critical, gov documents. These people were very serious about the care of their charges. Even when I finally found a puppy and got approved, I had to sign a document agreeing that despite all the $$ I had paid, I relinquished the right to EVER sell the animal or even give it away but if unable to care for it am required to return it to the breeder. (I'm not sure if they can really inforce that, but they do require it.)
After what I've learned, henceforth I would be suspect of any breeder who didn't ask me copious questions to ascertain my ability to care for the animal.
There is a HUGE push going on right now to bring down the internet by spreading malware via unsuspecting users. They, the instigators, know people are interested in news, information, pictures, and videos regarding recent military events (I'm sure we all know what this is). They are specifically targeting such things, attaching the malware to news, pictures, and videos, often bogus items to begin with, and sending them out to as many email addresses as possible hoping you will click on the links and become infected with their malware. PLEASE don't help them by participating in their ruse. PLEASE don't click on pics, videos, and news stories regarding recent events (you know the one I mean). Get news ONLY from known news sites, NOT from things that pop up while you are surfing the web and NOT from anything sent to you via email whether you know the person or not, especially if the news, pics, videos relate in any way to recent events. Please don't help them bring down the system - no matter how curious you may be for information. It's not worth it.
They are pushing to get the malware installed on your computer in the next 24hrs. This is very real, not something I read online. Please be careful.
I sure hope everyone knows that when stating my opinion above, I didn't mean to be difficult. Just my views. Sometimes it's difficult to adequately convey ones tone in print. Thus things may be read and perceived with a tone other than was intended. I just want you to know that my intent was only to represent the other side, just because that's how I see it and because I've been there myself, not to be difficult or controversial and certainly not to indicate that your opinions are wrong. You made many valid points, and I can see where you are coming from. I just can also see the other side, too. It's a curse which often makes it impossible for me to choose a side on anything.
Well, here I am again, having come full circle back to absolutely zero pain. And although once more it comes just as I'm getting ready for bed, no problem, I'll take a pain free moment anywhere I can get it. Having had 2 such moments so close together in time is very heartening. It gives me hope that there will be more. I'll try to remember this during my next interval of elevated pain as during such times my greatest fear is always that the pain will never end.
I think my back pain on Saturday night may actually have been due to lying around too much. By the end of the week, I often awaken on Saturday with achy knees. Too much time sent resting my knees left my back feeling achy. I say this because after a night of tossing and turning with back pain, my pain quickly dissipated once I forced myself to get up Sunday morning and get moving about.
Actually, I think this might actually be a good sign in disguise. Maybe. While I was on my long, long vacation, I spent a lot of time lying around. I spent some time cleaning and organizing and such, too, but I also did a good bit of lying around. Now that I've been getting used to getting up and moving around daily, it seems my body may actually be rebelling against even a single day of lying around that way. Seems like it is saying it prefers some exercise, and that seems like a good thing - even if it didn't feel so good on Saturday night.
Regarding your "rainy day episodes" : Maybe a sign on your desk with the idea "I'm not just having a hot flash, I'm having a POWER SURGE." Who knows, humor usually wins!
I agree that a breeder has a responsibility to educate the customer and make sure they are knowledgable prior to ownership. When I decided to get my Japanese Bobtails, after my old Persian boys died, I emailed and talked to many breeders. I found that the attitudes and the prices varied considerably. I had one lady tell me that she had a litter of kittens that was almost blind due to cataracts and would sell me one of those for a price that some of the other breeders wanted for show quality kittens. When I talked to the breeder that I eventually purchased from, her comment was "I didn't go into breeding cats for the money. I enjoy my cats, the cat shows, and the people I meet. If I take the responsibillity of bringing these kittens into the world, it is also my responsibility to make sure they have good homes and are loved as they should be." Many months later she had a lady come to her that said she wanted to give back the cat she had purchased and exchange it for another because the cat wasn't a "lap cat". My breeder was very upset and offered to purchase the cat back, and even offered twice the original price, but refused to let the lady have another cat. She said the cat was physically being taken care of, but she was afraid that it wasn't getting the love it deserved. I'm not sure how it ever ended. She also assured me that if anything should happen to me or if a time comes that I am unable to care for my furkids, that she will come immediately and take them back. She routinely brings an extra cat to the shows to keep her show cat company, and often brings one or more kittens that need hand feeding, or extra attention. I have seen her spend thousands of dollars for medical care for a kitten, and routinely pay $75 a bag for cat food (Canadian price). She is the type of breeder that ALL breeders should strive to be. This is what being a responsible breeder is all about.
Slvrwilo, Your breeder was truly remarkable, and unfortunately, extremely rare. Therein lies the problem, with puppy mills being the worst possible example. Anybody who reads about the lifelong psychic damage inflicted upon animals bred for profit should shudder in horror.
It is a bit easier to find breeders with that type of attitude if you either seek out the top breeders of show animals for a paricular breed or go through the breed's association to get a list of breeders. Those listed with the breed association tend to be more responsible and concerned for the animals they breed.
I think we should all seek out that type of breeder when buying purebreds because in so doing we can be assured that our money will not help to support puppy mills and breeders who are only in it for the money. Not all responsible breeders will be willing to sell at a low cost to find a good home for their animals, since they do, after all, have expenses, but at a minimum they will ask questions and try to vet us to be sure the animal is going to a good home. If they don't at least do that, I think one should consider it a sign that the breeder is more concerned about selling the animal than about its wellfare. In that case one should keep looking for a better breeder.
If we avoid sellers who take a 'hand over the money, here's the kitten/puppy' attitude (and, of course, also avoid mall pet stores), we are sure to avoid puppy mills. In so doing we will be benefiting both the breed as a whole (in the long run) and ourselves since responsible breeders are more likely to produce healthy, happy kittens/puppies. Just my thoughts on this. I do think there are plenty of good breeders out there once you know where to look.
During my recent 'vacation', I finally 'let it all out' and discussed some of the problems I was experiencing at work with that other half of our species. A very few gutsy people suggested I might need to move to a more 'enlightened' part of the country. I could not take offense - actually I found it most humourous - as I had wondered about the same thing myself.
In my new job, while I am still working with only guys, pretty much all of them just recently relocated here from Cleveland. Basically, the whole company moved from Cleveland. I'm absolutely thrilled to report that so far I am find an AMAZING difference in attitutdes and behaviors. These guys treat me like part of the team. They are great. They are helpful. It's awesome. Sometimes I'm just so shocked, I don't know how to act. :-)
Hooray!! That's great news. I found early on that the guys I worked with in the IS department weren't biased at all, however, the ones in other parts of the company, showed their true colors often. Remember, I was in the field back in the early 70's.
I meant Cleveland, FL. Kidding! I hadn't even realized you were from OH. Yep, you guys seem to be raising some pretty decent guys up there. Thanks for exporting a few our way.
You know, one of my very best friends is an OH transplant. Now that I think about it, you folks seem to be raising great people there period. Keep up the good work, OH. :-)
As for the the weather there, one of those former 'Ohio-ans' just asked me today if we have tornadoes here. He said they are common there. He was especially concerned having noticed that we have no basements in which to take shelter here. I assured him that while one can never say never there has never been anything more than the very rare and ultra brief touch down of an F0 here in my lifetime, nor have I heard of one from prior generations. I told him all he has to worry about here is hurricanes - and oppressive heat.
On that note, your guys are feeling the effects of heat already. I hated to have to point out to them that it doesn't even begin to heat up around here until next month. I know this because I can still comfortably garden at any time of day right now. June is always the cutoff when I can no longer do that, and by some time in July I usually can no longer find any time of day when I can stay out there without sweating too profusely to see what I'm doing. I sure hope I don't loose them all to the summer heat.
During my recent unemployment, I was determined that if I ever got back to work I would make my own lunches (and breakfasts and dinners) for all the benefits that entails: lower cost, better quality, better taste, healthier, considerably less salt, less sugar, less fat, less undesired additives of all kinds. Oh, and lots more variety. It seems the only real reason for grabbing food on the go is time. Food on the go = poor quality, salty, corn syrup laden, high fat, over processed, and overpriced food that comes in only a few basic types and rarely tastes very good. Unfortunately, despite my very best intentions when I did get a job, I found it impossible to keep that promise.
For weeks it was a challenge just to work and sleep. I wasn't always sure I would make that. Even when I started to have some energy again, I still couldn't get it together enough to shop, cook, and clean in sufficient quantity to provide even a fraction of my meals. Thus as much as I hated it, for months now I've been eating really bad s/w from a vending machine for lunch and fast food chicken s/w for dinner many days.
Where possible I've tried to eat the healthiest unhealthy food I could find like McD's oatmeal or egg McMuffin sans cheese for breakfast and broiled chicken s/w for dinner. Some days when I had time to shop, I had yogurt, but often for lunch I was stuck with wretched s/w's from the machine, s/w's made with soft, white bread gone goopy from the effects of humidity and the mushy cheese stuck to it so well it's impossible to pull the 2 apart w/o destroying the bread just trying, s/w's composed of not 1 but 2 slices of that gooey, salty, fake cheese I hate along with a wad of very salty/sweet ham. I assume that is ham due to the color. I can only actually taste salt, nitrates, and corn syrup. All in all, the s/w is basically a nasty, overpriced wad of goop, fat, salt, and corn syrup. I've been choking them down to stave off hunger pains.
Recently when I could no longer stomach even the idea of another of those s/w's I stretched my mind in search of a better solution and decided to buy some decent s/w fixings: chewy, multi whole grain bread, decent quality, fresh sliced, deli meats without so much salt, quality cheese, and an array of crunchy, fresh veggies plus fruits, yogurt, and cottage cheese. The last time I tried this, I was forever running out the door in a rush w/no time even to make a s/w, but now I have a bit more energy than I did back then, and I also have a better plan.
I now know from experience that most nights I'll come home with too little remaining energy and too many errands. I won't get around to making lunch. Mornings I'll oversleep and rush to get out the door on time, no time to make lunch then either. I'm not even going to try to that this time. This time, I'm going to make 5 s/w's (just bread, meat, and cheese) and stuff them in s/w bags. Then separately, I'll bag up 5 sets of lettuce, tomato, onion, peppers, cukes, exotic greens, etc to go with the s/w. I'll put one of each of these bags, bare s/w & bag of veggies, in each of 5 plastic grocery bags turned lunch bags, add a fruit or yogurt and stack them on one shelf of the fridge ready to go out the door.
Even on my worse day, I can find time to open the fridge and grab a bag, and even a 5 day old s/w made with whole grains, leans meat, quality cheese, and lots of veggies will surely beat the heck out of those dreadful s/w's from the machine. So that's my plan.
Last night I made the 1st such s/w (only 1 this time, but I'll make 5 on Sunday for the coming week). Today I ate a huge s/w comprised of whole grain bread with spelt, quinoa, wheat nuts, and pumpkin seeds plus thinly sliced, roast turkey, and Gouda and stuffed with Romaine lettuce, sliced Roma tomatoes, sliced baby cukes, and red onion. It was awesome, crunchy, chewy, healthy, and so incredibly filling that I had to put the apple aside for an afternoon snack. Yes, my lunch dreams have come true at last! Finally, a workable plan for decent lunches at a decent price that will also be good for me. I haven't had time yet to do the math, but I'm also betting all of that goodness was comparably priced to the wad of salty, gooey, corn syrup laden mush from the machine, and it's surely less costly than McD's fare.
I've also worked out breakfast: yogurt, fresh fruit, and dry, whole grain, high fiber cereal portioned out into small baggies for a quick getaway. Now, I just need to work on a plan for dinners. It's taking a bit longer than I had hoped, but I'm getting there slowly but surely. I still need to work on holding the cost down through a combination of shopping sales and staying well organized to avoid spoilage/waste. At least now I can see some light down at the far end of that tunnel. :-)
I used to make my DH a week's worth of sandwiches at a time, put them in the freezer which doesn't harm them AT ALL, he would take one in the morning, grab a couple pieces of fruit, and a bottle of iced tea (also home made) and that was his lunch. He ate a bagel w/ cream cheese at work from the cafeteria, and that served as breakfast. Now of course, since he's retired, he requires eggs, pancakes, etc. ...LOL But really, the sandwich would be thawed by lunch time. He didn't care if he had lettuce in them, but I would have taken the lettuce separately, fresh and added it.
Also, if there is a microwave available at work, you can make a hot mel out of leftovers, which can be reheated for lunch. He sometimes took leftovers and warmed them up...resulting in curious coworkers asking what smelled so good, or what did he bring that day...
It requires some planning but if you make a large entree, you can divide it up, freeze lunch portions and heat it up. If I made cold salads in the summer, he could take those, too.
As your energy increases, you'll put your creative mind to work and think of ways to minimize the prep time and make healthier food to eat at work. Vending machine sandwiches are beyond gross. You can also take cut up veggies, and some dressing for dipping if you like that, and those would keep nicely in your frig for the week.
I'm all for unprocessed foods although I confess to an occasional craving for a cheeseburger and fries.
That's a good idea about the frozen s/w's. I'll have to keep that in mind. Unlike your DH (and most guys, for that matter), the veggies are an absolute must for my s/w. To me they are the best and most essential part of the s/w. If I had to give up one or the other, meat/cheese vs veggies, I would forgo the former any day. But I'm packing the veggies separately anyhow, 1) because I pack a TON of them, and 2) just to be sure they don't end up making the bread icky while sitting around, and vice versa.
I am terribly weird in this respect, but since it's a way, I don't worry about it. I will stuff the s/w with veggies, and then sit eating (at my desk or at home) with the s/w in one hand and a stack of super crunch Romaine heart leaves or cucumber slices in the other, eating the spare veggies as though they were leaves. I eat raw cabbage that way, too. One girl on my last job found the idea of me munching raw cabbage like chips just too amusing although I don't know why. It's a much healthier habit, and I really love cabbage that way - so she can laugh all she wants.
Unfortunately, meezers, as I alluded to at the end of the above post, I haven't reached the point where I can make dinner yet, thus I have no left overs to take for lunch. Actually, I love leftovers. When I do cook, as when I was unemployed, I routinely handle the difficulty of cooking for one by cooking a 'full sized' quantity and then putting the extra servings in single serving containers in the fridge. In fact, I have 3 sets of my favorite 1 cup and 2 cup stackable containers with tight fitting lids just for that purpose. I'll stack servings of entrees, sides, veggies in the fridge and mix and match all week (even at home) zapping them in the microwave and using them as a sort of home cooked 'fast food'.
I notice that I'm always talking 'fridge' while most others on DG are talking 'freezer'. At my house freezer space is a scarcity as I don't have a separate, chest type freezer. I only have the freezer space on the side of my fridge/freezer, and it's a small space at that because the large fridge I originally purchased (and still long for) did not fit under the cabinet in the allotted space (lacked maybe 1/4in. Argh!), so it had to go back in favor of a unit some 10in shorter, 10 in narrower, and several inches less deep.
For want of 1/4in of vertical space, I lost untold cubic ft of space. I'm still lamenting that one, so don't get me started. Most of the space was shaved off of the freezer, the remains of which is so narrow I literally have to cut a frozen pizza in 1/2 with kitchen sheers and bag it to get it in there. Thus, there is never enough space in there just for 'essentials' let alone any space left over for stacks of frozen entrees. But I get by fine by storing them in the fridge and eating them during the week. (I think I can probably get a few s/w in there somewhere though.)
Anyhow, I look forward to (soon) being able to cook a few meals and package them up for use on subsequent days at home and at work. I tried that maybe a month ago but was unable to get the cooking done after work (at the time I was still sleeping mostly after work). I had to stash what I could of the supplies I bought into the freezer to cook later - so now it's really, really full. That's one reason I decided to do s/w's 1st because I can toss slices of bread, meat, cheese, and veggies in bags easier/faster. I figure once I get the s/w thing going well, I'll work on cooking a few the meals per week (which makes many servings for me).
Oh, and about those burgers and fries, I'm all in favor of the occasional indulgence when it's what one really craves, just not daily as a sort of workaround in lieu of hiring a cook. Going back to work was much harder initially than I expected - and I knew it was going to be hard, just not SO hard. It must be hard to imagine that someone couldn't manage to throw a s/w together, but for a few weeks there I could barely walk by the time I got home. It was a struggle. Thank goodness it's getting better now.
I'm very lucky, because I work at a small casual office. I bring gluten-free bagels, soy cream cheese substitute & fresh berries, which I prepare & eat for breakfast at my desk. Lunch is either leftovers from dinner or sandwiches, wraps or salads. I keep the raw sandwich ingredients in the refrigerator for freezer at work - loaves of whole grain bread, lunch meats, avocado, tomato, etc. - and prepare my lunch, again to eat at my desk. If I had to to eat breakfast at home or prepare my lunch, before leaving, it probably wouldn't happen. Yet another reason, why I like my job, despite some downsides - it's like working with family & we have many of the comforts of home - ie. toaster oven for grilled sandwiches, a blender for smoothies...
Good for you, Cheryl, for organizing your time & making it a priority to bring decent food to work - your description of the vending machine sandwich makes it sound inedible. I'd probably eat some good (tasting) junk (candy) instead of that vending machine sandwich. :-)
Your breakfast sounds fabulous as does your job/company. Actually my prior failure to consistently bring in good food was due to my own issues not to anything lacking with the company which has provided a pretty nice kitchen/break area including: 2large fridges, a large, spacious multi-shelf rack for employees to keep personal, non-perishable foods, 2 sinks, 4 microwaves, toaster, toaster oven, tons of counter space, and probably other things as I've not done a great job of looking around in there. As is fairly standard, they also provide an endless supply of freshly brewed coffee all day long + all the 'fixins'.
I wish the vending machines offered more healthy stuff, maybe an apple or bag of carrot sticks, but there is no reason why I can't bring my own healthy foods. Unfortunately, the fridges tend to be stuffed to the gills. I've always managed to get my lunch in there each morning, but it takes some strategic planning sometimes to do so.
They keep the kitchen immaculate. The fridges are the cleanest I have ever seen at any job; however, a sign on the fridges indicates that both will be cleaned out at 4:45 on Fridays, and anything found in them will be tossed. I've lost good food to that twice now. I always stop by the fridge to take my leftovers, if any, home. On Fridays, I get busy and forget to go rescue my food before it gets tossed.
All along since starting work I've been slowly getting over the initial knee pain and gaining energy. In the 1st month or so I simply could not even manage to pack lunches even though I wanted to do so. I much prefer to eat fresh fruits and vegetables, whole grains, lean meats and cheeses to the junk food and lousy sandwiches available from the machines. It was just a matter of getting my energy back. When energy gets that low, energy and time become very much related.
I do have the option to go out for lunch and have done so a few times, but it's not something I like to do often. I don't want to spend the money to eat out daily, esp now while I'm trying to replenish my savings. Also I don't find an hour adequate to get to a restaurant, get served, eat, and get back. All that rushing is a downer for me. If I'm going to a restaurant, I want to take my time to eat slowly and enjoy good conversation. Of course, there is also drive-thru like McD's, but while ok now and then, that's not a healthy way to eat daily.
I'm thrilled that I've finally got it together enough to take a good lunch. I can still remember lunch last week, crunching into crisp, water packed leaves of Romain in between bites of yummy sandwich. Yum.
I'm not at all coordinated on work week mornings when it's all I can do to rush out the door hoping I have all my clothes on correctly, nor do I have much time/energy at night. I decided I had to find a way to work around that problem.
The secret of my new method for packing lunches is that I make the basic s/w (bread, meat, cheese) on Sunday and also pack 5 separate baggies of lettuce and other s/w veggies at that time. Keeping the veggies separate keeps them from making the bread soggy and keeps the meat/cheese from wilting the veggies. I pack 1 s/w and 1 veggie pack in each of 5 plastic grocery bags with extras like an apple or yogurt and stack them on a shelf in the fridge. That way all I have to do during the work week rush is grab a bag each morning as I'm running out the door.
I realize that's a lot of bags. I save the grocery bags each day and bring them all back in my purse on Friday, but the s/w bags do get tossed. I figure right now my goal to transport good food for lunch is more important than the plastic bag issue. Once I get my new plan working well, I'll put my head to work on solving the problem of using/tossing too many plastic bags. One problem at a time is about all I can handle right now.
Try it. I'll bet you can find some time on Sunday or another day to do the lunch factory.
My DH made my lunch sandwiches a loaf at a time. He stacked 2 slices of bread and put the meat on the top and bagged & froze them like that. We had bought a bunch of square plastic sandwich boxes that were too small for the whole grain and pumpernickel breads, so he used them for the veggie parts of the sandwiches. If I wanted cheese, I could grab a slice as I filled my bag each morning along with whatever yogurt & fruit I wanted for snacks. It worked really well for me as I could choose nearly made sandwiches of whatever meat/cheese combo that I felt like each morning. Oh, we had all of the condiments in a fridge at work, so I didn't have to carry packets or have soaked bread by the time I ate it.
Somewhere around here I have a double sided plastic 'box' designed for s/w's. The bread/meat/cheese goes in the bottom 1/2. The top 1/2 holds lettuce and other veggies and even has a space for 1 condiment (w/top). It has a separator that snaps over the top/veggie compartment to keep them from spilling out when you snap the two compartments together, and to keep the bread and veggies apart.
The only problem is that I only have one of those, and I know better than to imagine that I'm going to wash it every night. If I had 5 of those it would solve the plastic bag/waste dilemma. Maybe I'll be able to find some more similar containers in a few weeks when I start looking to solve that problem.
Right now I'm actually enjoying my s/w's sans condiments. I find that the moisture in the veggies (even in the ultra crisp, water filled Romain hearts, not outer leaves) tends to be adequate. Later, just for a change of taste I might add a quality mustard. I can keep that in the fridge at work.
wow -- 20 bucks. i'd do the tinker toy thing too... i just hang mine of spatulas or large spoons when they are in the dish rack.
when i pack my lunch... i usually use Low Carb/ high fiber wheat tortillas... roll the s/w nice and tight, wrap it in a paper towel, then in a qt sized baggie... since it's wrapped, it does not make a mess in the bag, so i normally dont have to clean them. plus, with the paper towel, i have a napkin. it's the only thing that gets thrown away.
thanks for the idea/link for drying s/w baggies. I've been leery of washing them though. I'm a bit confused on the issue. I recall that before we all started going green, I kept reading warnings indicating that one should not wash and reuse baggies due to the risk of contamination and food born illness. In those days some people were reusing them to save money, and the prevailing wisdom was that it was a bad idea.
Then with the green revolution the tide changed dramatically such that suddenly washing and reusing s/w bags became a good thing, a way to reduce waste and minimize the buildup of harmful plastics in trash. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to those contaminants and food born illnesses which had made the practice undesirable to begin with.
Thanks again for the idea. Still trying to decide.
I remember when i was in "foods class" in HS... the teacher used to toss the ziplocs in the washer and drier... this was back in the early 80s ... and i'm not dead [or sick] yet... sometimes I just rinse mine, other times they get a good washing... all depends on how dirty they were.
I reuse them all the time unless they show a lot of wear on the inside...and that takes a loooooong time. If you wash dishes with dish detergent, and rinse them and let them air dry, they are considered clean. Why would bags not be?? The same arguments ensued over plastic cutting boards vs wooden. Oh, wood was Dangerous...they , whoever "they" are, said. Oh. Until some university did a real study and found that the cuts on the surface of plastic boards harbored more bacteria than wooden cutting boards which have a natural anti-germ substance.
I don't believe anything any more. Pass the butter.
Ruth, love the bag dryer! Great idea! Mine never seem to dry hung over my kitchen faucet, then they get knocked off, into the sink & dirty water & I'm back to square one. But I might take some of the suggestions to make my own. I like the flower frog with chopstix idea or could use florist foam or...
Thanks for your thumbs up on the frozen s/w idea. For the moment I'm good with the fridge for this, esp since it allows me to pack everything for each day of the week in its own separate bag where there is nothing to do but grab one - so no excuse regardless of how late I am. I am definitely going to keep the frozen s/w's in mind though, just in case.
The new lunch thing worked out very well this week, this being my 1st full week. I had a great s/w each day with lots of crisp lettuce and tons of other veggies plus an apple. Yum. With the multi whole grain bread and veggies, lunch was very filling, too. And so much yummier than the vending variety.
Eating such a 'big', healthy, filling lunch led me to begin eating healthier fare at other meals and tracking my meals and nutrition with an online app. I ended the week feeling great.
it's funny you mention chop stix... when we go to the local sushi place [i do not eat anything raw]
.. i've tried to use them -- but just can not get the knack of it... though my kid with 2 left feet picked it up first try...
anyhoo -- i was talking to Dh yesterday... he is in Atlanta with #1son ... and asked if i'd like his titanium chop stick... yes, my family has titanium stix... he is gonna give me his so he can buy new ones. i figure if i can't get the hang of it... i can use them for my hair... you know how those 'ladies' twist up their hair and stick stix in them... that would look cool. -- if i could figure out how to do it.
well -- super busy day today... we have our Upper Midwest RU today in Verona, WI -- and i plan to go plant shopping first at the Flower Factory in Stoughton ... i got some cash refunded to me, so i have more mad money for plants that I had not counted on. YAY me. I think it was CeCe [Cheri] who got the Monarda Purple Rooster that i just have to have.
I'll post back tonight... may have to work from 5 or 6 til 9pm.
Recently, I wrote a quick post about why I've been less talkative the past week or so - just busy and in one of those 'no time type' moods. I meant to put that post here but put it in the Kitty & Cocoa thread by mistake. I'm hoping most of you read it over there anyhow. Basically, I have these periods occasionally as most of you know by now. In no time I'm sure I'll be yacking your ear off all over again. In the mean time please don't think I'm ignoring you if i don't respond right away. I do read everything and am always happy to hear from each and every one of you.
Now to drop the A-bomb. Several of you have congratulated me on how well things are going with the job and all. I appreciate that, but sadly it isn't really going all that well at all. Actually, I'm going to be needing another job. There are still things I like about this one, but there are also some serious and largely insurmountable problems. I haven't wanted to discuss it but I've known the writing was on the wall for a while now. It was most clear the day we went to an all hands mtg and learned that (1) we are operating at a sizable and worrisome deficit, (2) the sight vp had been removed basically overnight, and (3) a guy from much higher up in the organization has 'moved in' to try to turn things around.
Upon hearing this we were all, not surprisingly, deflated. I felt as though I'd had the wind knocked out of me. Then I realized that most of the people around me had just uprooted their families, put their homes on the market, and moved across the country only to learn that things aren't going well here either, and we could either go under entirely or move to China - and by 'we', I mean the company, NOT me.
If that were the ONLY problem, things would look bleak, but there are other serious problems, most of which ultimately tie back to the fact that we are operating in the red - and apparently have been for a while.
So, you see, things aren't going all that terribly well, after all. Despite my best efforts to make the right decision, it looks like I did otherwise, but I guess that's the risk inherent in making decisions. Looking on the brighter side, I've gained a paycheck however temporary it may be, and being employed puts me in a much better position from which to look for my next job. I had hoped this would be home for me for a long time to come, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I usually stick with a job to the bitter end, but in this case I think it may be wise to look at jumping ship before the water starts to pour over the deck.
So sorry to hear it, Cheryl. Yes, being employed is a HUGE help when looking for work, and I would definitely try to jump ship ASAP. The situation you describe can only go downhill, unfortunately. What a colossal bummer for all the people who relocated for this.
Yes, being employed is definitely a plus in any job market, spruce up your resume and begin looking now before the ship sinks. You still have an option at the other offer, too, don't you? And this time, keep up with your old contacts and spread the word. Except in the office, where you want to keep your head down, and be invisible.
Cheryl, sorry to hear the (boring!) calmness I wished for you isn't in your near future. But you know you'll land on your feet & have learned the value of telling colleagues, sooner rather than later (ie. last resort), that you're on the market. Sending you an invisibility shield...
I believe that God has you exxactly where He waned to be for a season. Perhaps this job was to carry you till thejob meant for you was available. Things will be fine. I jus know that in my heart, Cheryl!
Just found these 2 pics of Widget on a digital photo device. Many of you have probably never seen him properly groomed and before I started wacking all of his hair off to ride out the recent 'vacation'. Photos are small; they came off of a battery operated device w/2" LCD. Best I have available right now, although I'm sure the real pics are somewhere in my backup system at home.
I notice in the pic he has the tear stains which are so common to his breed and so noticeably on the white coat. These must be early pics as we later got that cleared up using that Angel Eyes stuff. Minerals and other contaminants in the water supply also play a big part in staining with these dogs particularly around the mouth area and may be better or worse depending on the area and what's in the local water. When he 1st arrived from TX he had really bad beard stains, rust colored, probably from water w/ a high iron content. That cleared up with time due to the change in water here. This is one reason I know these pics must be fairly old.
When he 1st comes home from grooming, the 1st week maybe, he looks much, much better than this. At that time his coat is incredibly soft and luxurious; however, that doesn't last. He is, after all is said and done, a dog. He plays. He scratches. He gets dirty - and tangled. The picture perfect look does not last.
Last night I awoke and there were these incredible, tiny drops of some kind of clear liquid just falling right out of the sky. Lots and lots of them. They fell for hours, sometimes light drops falling slowly and far between, sometimes lots of big, heavy drops pounding everything, It was an awesome spectacle to behold. The night air smelled so clean.
I wish I had thought to take pictures at the time, but truth be told I was so mystified by the bizarre sights and sounds of this unusual occurrence that, for a time, I just got caught up in the magic of it all. Who knows if I'll ever see anything like it again in my lifetime.
The strange bits of liquid from the sky got all over everything. This morning, I awoke to find that the entire community was strangely soggy. Even the dust was wet an inch or more deep and the neighborhood ponds which had been nearly empty were full of the stuff. It was quite amazing. The plants, grass, trees, even the weeds seemed to love it. The drupey ones were suddenly all perky. I don't know how often this sort of thing is expected to happen. I do hope to see that strange phenomenum again in my lifetime.
Rain! Finally! I am so old that I remember that stuff!
The weather guru's keep promising that we will see it too. I believed them for a while. I am so gullible. The monsoon arrived last week, according to the newspaper. Something made 20 or so drops of water on the floor by the window. I was sitting beside that window and I didn't see it happen...darn. I want to see it!
Oh! Rain. Of course, of course. I've heard of that, June!
You know, now that you mention it, I think that may have happened here a time or two when I was younger. I just can't recall now. I think I may even have some vague memory of playing in water drops that were falling from somewhere - but that was so very long ago. My memory of it is dim and murky.
Oh, I do hope you get to see some soon, June. It was awesome. Real, honest to goodness WATER falling out of the sky. Like a miracle. You will love it. Even the frogs were all jumping around in puddles and yelling loudly like revelers at a party.
I just wanted to add that I had no idea you were also experiencing drought. Hearing that your usual monsoon has so far only been a few drops certainly helps to put things into perspective. It's pretty bad here, too. Seriously though, I do hope you will get some rain soon, and when it does come I hope you don't go from one extreme to the other as is always the concern when things are dry for a very long time.
Frogs! I haven't heard from them in a month or so. I live at the confluence of 2 small rivers and from my 14th floor apartment can see that the smaller river is now small enough to cross without wetting your feet. I guess that the frogs here are waiting for the monsoon rains, too. I walked a couple of miles through the city to the Army grocery store and saw that the only green was on the golf course and that the hydrangea bushes that are planted by the city along the sidewalks are wilted to the ground. Some of them are 10yo and will probably live through this drought, but the younger ones are crispy.
~~~at least we don't have that many mosquitoes!~~~
The weather has been disrupted worldwide by the global warming. There was rain northeast of us in China that washed whole counties away. I am hoping and praying that it normalizes soon. My nephew in the Rocky Mtns. had more than twice the amount of snow that normally falls and now he is getting just a little too much rain, while you and I are wondering if it ever will rain again.
I knew things were bad a few weeks ago when I actually found myself imagining the smell just before a summer shower, the cooling breeze and the feel of those 1st few drops falling on my skin. Suddenly and for the 1st time in my entire life, I actually longed for the opportunity to experience rain, to hear it, smell it, feel it, even taste it. In my entire life I have never felt that sort of true longing for the sensual pleasures of just a few drops of rain.
When the rain drops finally began to fall last night, I was honestly elated. I had begun to almost mourn the loss of rain as an experience, an experience which most of us are inclined to curse under more 'normal' circumstances. I had begun to wonder if I would ever experience it again.
Yesterday, I ran the dehumidifier and later, the air conditioner for the first times this year. It has been an odd year. Those 2 should have been going non-stop for the last 6 weeks+. It is so dry that the dust has become too thick on the streets and the city has finally resorted to using it's street-sweepers. They had said that they were in semi-permanent storage until the economy improves but this is just too much... It does seem strange to long for rain...I would love to see a line of thunderstorms come through here and wash the world clean again.☺
I just love the poetry of that last line "... and wash the world clean again."
I feel your pain. Even with the line of storms that moved through here a few days ago finally dropping rain almost all night long, the information on weather.com still shows us as severely in need of water. That says a lot. An all night downpour during heavy storms almost always eliminates drought problems for at least a few days, but this time we had become so parched that even with all that rain we remain parched still - although I do see a noticeable difference in my yard right now post-rain.
In a prior post I forgot to mention that it was the horrible condition of my hydrangeas that forced me to run the sprinklers. Hydrangeas here normally wilt easily at midday but then recooperate after sundown. Recently, however, they had stayed wilted for days on end and looked so bad that I feared they might not recover even with water. The hydrangeas and lawns seem to have suffered the most damage. Just this morning driving out of my community I was noticing entire swaths of lawn that appear as though they were burned (with fire). Much of that probably will not survive.
It is hot here now, so we very definitely need the A/C; however, I have noticed that it is not as hot as it normally would be this time of year. Most days right now we are seeing highs only in the low to mid 80's. That's unbelievable for us - but I am NOT complaining, mind you. Like you, I have also noticed that we are lacking our usual sweltering humidity, but there again I am not one to complain. We are accustomed to humidity between 86 and 100 time of year but are often seeing values in the 40's - unheard of for us. Again, no complaints on that! I gather that is the up side of having no rain for months on end. We are becoming Arizona.
I am still touched by the feeling I had a few days ago of actually missing the sights, sounds, smells, and other sensual pleasures associated with rain. I was thinking of this just this morning driving to work. This has just never happened to me before. Like most people, I have missed rain's effects on my garden before, but I can't ever recall the sense of longing for rain just for its own sake, just for the delight of my senses in experiencing rain. That is something very new to me, something which has come out of this newfound drought condition.
The saddest thing of all is that even as we are parched for want of just one drop of rain, other areas like China and even parts of the midwest (recently) are drowing under a deluge with water turning streats into rivers and cities into lakes. Something is just horribly wrong with the balance mechanism lately.
Wishing you a beautiful, cleansing rain very soon.
I also neglected to mention that for weeks on end it seemed like almost every single day our weather report included a Tstorm icon showing angry, black clouds, yet all those days came and went w/o so much as a single drop of rain. We even managed to have a few dry storms. We would get the clouds, the wind, even the lightning and thunder, but they would always manage to pass w/o dropping any water. I had become cynical such that I would read the day's forecast and scoff at the notion of any more Tstorms. I just could no longer believe that rain would come.
On the flip side, just a minute ago while checking my local weather I saw a picture of dreadful flooding elsewhere in the country. As bad as it is to be too dry, I guess I would take that any day over flooding.
I thought I should straighten out the 'lie' I told you recently when I said temps here were running in the mid 80's. It wasn't actually a lie. They were at the time. For a few days there it was quite nice. Now, however, we are in triple digits with daily heat advisories and have been for several days. Yesterday our actual temperature was 102F, and our heat indexed temp was 116F. Ouch! And it is barely even a day or two into summer. The real heat comes in late July and August.
That said, I should tell you that we have a bunch of guys here from Ohio, and while they have complained about the sweltering heat, they say as far as negatives go, it pales in comparison to snow. I was surprised to hear that, actually.
Have you had any rain yet, June? We've had a few showers since I last posted, enough to finally bring our local 'water needs' down from 'very severe' to 'low'. Whew. It's good to see the earth's thirst quenched again. Hoping for good news on your end, too.
I, too, am doing the happy dance because it has finally rained! We have gotten 3-4 showers since yesterday and the clouds are supposed to stay around through the weekend. We have also gotten another temperature drop. (This is the weirdest year.) Yesterday it only got to the high 70's and today it will be in the low to mid 70's. It should be in the low 90's with the humidity in the mid 90's. I just checked both of the weather apps on this computer and they agree that the temperature is going to drop into the 60's for the high temps on Sat. & Sun.. Odd weather! Glad that you have gotten rain. It is a heart wrenching sight to see when swamps dry up. Also a little scary as the critters head into the suburbs, drawn to the lush shrubbery and the pools and sprinklers. I sure hope that the rains fall in Texas and Arizona and all others that need it.
we had some nasty storms roll thru here last night.. we actually crated up the cats and Buddy walked down with us -- which was surprising. he doesnt go in the basement... we hung out downstairs for about 20 min until the worst of it past. they say 70 mph winds - we had those 'straight line winds' ... nastyyyy
today was showers off and on... when it wasn't raining - and sometimes when it was... I was out in the garden working. today was my last day in IL, heading north tomorrow... so my gardening days here are over... dont know when i'm coming back. Maybe early Aug so i can prepare for our trip to Ontario, canada.
OH --- [glad to see i'm in the right thread for chattering... ] I got an email from my mom on Saturday night... she is considering buying into our RV Park!! she will be up from AZ at the end of July to buy a place... it will be so good to see Mom again... she only comes up every other yr, and since 04, I havent been down to see her. live just gets in the way sometime.
************* NEED YOUR HELP, PLEASE! *********************
The one guy at work who has been the most incredibly helpful and supportive and who has spent countless hours sharing his insights into this body of code with me is leaving at the end of the month. (*sniffle, sniffle, honnnkkk*) Essentially, he has decided to remain in Cleveland and take a job up there with another company rather than relocate to remain with this one. I totally understand, but I miss him already. (*sniffle*)
I want to get him a 'going away/thanks for all the help' gift, but I have no clue what that would look like. And I have precious little time left to figure it out. I was hoping I could tap into the huge talent here, and get you guys to help with ideas. Here are the 'particulars', few that they are.
I have never even seen the guy as he has been working from home in Cleveland since the company moved here. All that I know about him is that he is a software engineer (with EE degree same as me); he's married; they have newborn twins; they live in Cleveland; and he likes to ride his motorcycle. That and, as I mentioned, he has been incredibly wonderful, supportive, and helpful. I don't believe I've ever had such a supportive and helpful colleague before. If all jobs came with colleagues like him, work would be a breeze.
So, can you work with that? Any ideas? Any at all?
I'm not even sure exactly how I will get the gift there since I don't exactly know where there is. I think I can probably send it c/o the company address in Cleveland as there is still a small satelite group there at present. I imagine he will be going there to return things and so forth.
I hope it goes w/o saying that I will want to keep this friendly/professional. I appreciate his help and have enjoyed working with him. I have NO desire to imply interest beyond that. (Hopefully, it also goes w/o saying that I have great respect for the bounds of matrimony, mine and others.)
A simple, sincere hand written note of your appreciation and that you will miss his comradery often means more than any store bought gift. You write so well that I have no doubt that you could write him something that would surely touch him dearly.
Add a gift card to a place like Red Lobster/Olive Garden/Applebees and urge him to take his wife out to dinner on you. It wouldn't be mis-interpreted and that, with the handwritten note of thanks would be personal, but not too intimate. You can generally google someone and get their home address...
Sorry to hear you're losing such a great work mate! I agree with both ideas, especially do include a hand-written note. I was also wondering about a nice bottle of wine or since they have newborns, is there a meal service or restaurant that delivers, with or without the bottle of wine?
Today, I just have ONE comment, and it is...
Calgon, take me away!
At present, I'm feeling as though I must surely be in he__, and all I can think of is that really old add line, "Calgon, take me away". (Yes, I am that old - although I was a small child at the time, but still...)
Just FYI, I've not forgotten you folks. Thank you very much for the ideas and comments RE my question. I think you came up with an excellent idea. A brief thank you note to make it personal along with a gift certificate for a dinner out to bring the family into it so as to insure it isn't taken incorrectly, and there isn't even the appearance of impropriety. Excellent idea! But then I knew you would come up with exactly that. Everyone must eat - and most of us enjoy the opportunity to do so w/out cooking, so dinner out is the perfect generic gift for when we don't know enough about someone to know what to get them.
I'll try to get back to you tonight to answer some of the recent questions. Gotta go. Just needed to say that Calgon line.
Sorry I've not been back consistently to talk with you, respond to posts, etc. The past month or so has been unbelievably stressful and just plain crazy. If you recall, when taking my current job, I did the honorable, ethical, and professional thing (after some thought and with your help). I did the right thing, but oh how it has turned out all wrong.
As you know, the company (this small part of the larger organization) has been operating under water for some time now. Signs all point to a shutdown (or company wide move to China or India) somewhere down the road, although that's not what 'they' say. As bad as that is, it's not the only BIG problem I'm dealing with. I will try to be brief in outlining the mess I'm in. Boy have I managed to paint myself into a corner here though through no fault of my own.
When I learned they were loosing $$$, I knew I/we were in for trouble and a very bumpy ride if we chose to ride this animal into the ground. These kinds of circumstances always lead to panic and chaos, and my situation is no exception.
I'm a software developer and a very good one (if I must say so myself). I have considerable experience. I have confidence. I know I can do whatever I need to do with respect to software. BUT...
In the move, the company lost a substantial # of people. They lost all but ONE developer from my project. That was NOT immediately clear because some continued to work here and in Ohio for months in the transition. As of Friday, they will ALL be gone, even the one who remains because he's going on a 2wk vacation.
In the past I've always done software to be sold to a customer, generally the US gov. Here we make s/w to control large, powerful, and immensely complicated industrial machines. We sell the machines. Unlike my prior jobs, here the customers who bought the 1000's of machines out there call us directly to complain about problems with the machines - or call or boss(es) - and by our, I mean me, at least for the next 2 weeks, because as I said there is now only the one guy and me and he is going on 2wks vacation. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!
Now that is not all or even the worst of it. To make matters worse STILL, about a month or less into my time here, the Test Engineer left the company. I am NOT a tester nor do I want to be one. I don't know how to run the machine. It's expensive and hugely dangerous. It involves dangerous motion, laser beams that cut thick metal, voltage arcs, plasma, high voltages, etc, etc. I am NOT trained or qualified to run the machine AT ALL.
When the tester left, I ended up being required to do the testing. I'm not talking about the tests we developers do locally to test our s/w. I'm talking about the final product testing where a qualified person runs 100's of in depth tests on the machine before any are sold. This is WAY outside my training, knowledge, and even area of interest. I HATE IT WITH A PASSION. For months now I've been banging my head against the wall trying to figure out how to do tests. There is a document, but it does not explain how to do the tests. It's written for someone who already knows the machine and how to run and test it.
I've complained. I've tried to explain that I don't know how to do this - but to no avail. The other developer and I are it, and he's the only one who knows the s/w well enough to be efficient in fixing problems. That leaves me to do the testing. I'm screwed.
Worse yet, after months now of flailing about trying to do tests w/out killing myself or anyone else and w/o breaking the very $$$$ machine, now with the other guy going on vacation, I'm the only one left to do the s/w fixes, TOO - except that for months now I've been trying to figure out testing. I've not been working with the s/w. It's a huge body of very messy and complicated s/w, not something one can just walk into cold. NOW for the next 2 weeks I'm left with the s/w and the testing. I'm a nervous wreck already! Yesterday I was practically in a full blown panic attack. It's just plain awful.
Any time a ship is going down, there will be pain and suffering and lots of panic. Everyone will try to blame someone else for everything. It's how things work. In this case, I'm IT. And there is no place to hide or lay low. The workforce has been culled to a bare minimum, some by management, many by the move.
So sorry to hear that life is handing you lemons again. I'm glad that you're not in so much pain, but I'm sure the job stress doesn't help the pain situation. Good luck wading through the muck at work. I know your standards for yourself are high, so I'm sure that you're exceeding all expectations with your work. But I hope that you can get back to doing the work you love soon. Have you contacted your friend/former co-worker to see if they still have a position open? You know that you need to do what's best for you, and it sounds as if this company wasn't completely up front with you about the extent of their troubles or your duties.
Cheryl, You are such a trooper. I'm not trying to minimize the anxiety you must be feeling, but I can't believe the company is suicidal and would have you operating something they did not think you could manage. It sounds to me like you may be making yourself indispensable and that you've become a "go to" person. All of these things are good for your resume and for your position within this company, which may just be reducing its work force as opposed to going under. Like Lizzipa, I hope you get some well-earned rest this weekend.
Gotta run, so no time to chat. Just wanted to let you know that I'm hanging in there and taking things one day at a time. After that one day when I had the anxiety attack, I've not been upset like that since. Telling all of you about the situation acted as a great catharsis. Afterward, I took a deep breath, thought things over logically, and have, so far, been much better - however I haven't been testing lately.
I just haven't been in a talking/typing mood lately. Just have a lot to do and typing/talking takes a good bit of time, esp the way I do it (lol). The current situation, me not wanting to type/talk will not last, however. I will be back and babbling up a storm sooner than you think.
Thanks for all of your comments and for thinking of me. Later.
Having trouble kick-starting my brain the AM. I was really on a roll Friday evening when they took my laptop away from me to do some kind of server migration - which prevented me from working late or taking the laptop home for the weekend, but I'm not complaining. Lot to do, but can't seem to get in gear. Hate to be redundant but not a morning person - at all.
In the Kitty/Cocoa thread I mentioned that we had a really bad electrical storm recently. I just learned that the storm caused a fire in a co-worker's house, in the crawl space. It really was a very bad storm, electrically speaking. My boss is from Cleveland. He commented that it was by far the worst electrical storm he had ever seen. Having lived here all my life, I didn't realize it, but it seems SC has particularly bad electrical storms. In a recent study based on # and severity of lightening strikes, we tied for 5th place in the nation - the frequency and severity of lightning activity and strikes here being the result of the intense heat and humidity. My co-workers who recently moved here from Cleveland confirm that finding, that storms here are noticeably worse than what they are accustomed to. They are accustomed to tornadoes, mind you, but not the kind of lightning we have in Tstorms here. Again, to me it's 'normal'. That storm we had the other night was BAD even for us though.
It's hot now, btw. Actually, not so much hot as humid. It's probably impossible to imagine unless you have felt it, but the air here this time of year actually has weight and texture as though it were an object. It's noticeably thick and heavy, like a heavy, wollen blanket, except that instead of just being on top of you as a blanket would be, it's all around you, pressing on you from all directions. It is most noticeable when I open the door from inside at which point I can almost see the thick, puffy blanket of hot air outside like a giant ball of hot, stuffy, mutant dough expanding out of control, filling every mm of space outside and quickly taking advantage of the opportunity to push past the open door and into the room, almost pushing me back as it enters - and this is at midnight!. It truly is something you must experience to comprehend.
We have also reached that time of year when I must literally remove my glasses for some 10min or so any time I step out of my house or car. My glasses instantly 'steam up' so badly that I can see nothing through them at all, can't even see my hand if I hold it up to them. I am forced to walk around w/o them for a while which makes me feel for those who really can't see at all w/o their glasses but still are forced to remove them when transitioning from an A/C space in this humidity. Even when I arrive at work at 8AM, I am quickly blinded by fogged up glasses as soon as I open the car door. I have to take my glasses off for the entire walk from car to bldg but can put them back on as soon as I step inside the building where the A/C prompts them to clear again instantly.
Ok. Back to try to jog the brain to engage for work...
Interesting idea. I hadn't thought of that. Actually, aside from the obvious benefits like no more foggy photos, that may even be healthier for the camera. I'm told the condensation which accumulates on the lens can sometimes get caught on the inside of the lens where it may cause problems and where it may also be impossible to remove w/o expensive and time consuming servicing.
Wonder if that will work with my glasses. Having my glasses fog up every time I exit the house or car - and I do mean they fog up so completely as to be almost solid and opaque white - is especially annoying since (1) I can't see at all unless I remove them and (2) once I remove them I loose the protective benefit of the Transitions (auto shade) when I need it most.
Gotta hang them from the front neckline of whatever you are wearing for a minute, only with the lenses inside your clothing instead of out, and let your body warm them up before you hit the heat. It doesn't take long . Keeps me from walking into doors and such.
Interesting idea. I will have to give that a try - tomorrow if I can remember. Thanks for the idea.
I can see well enough w/o them to walk around 'safely' most of the time, but details are blurred, and that has gotten me into trouble at times. Last summer I literally almost stepped on a copperhead in the backyard when wearing glasses as headband. It was late summer, and he completely blended in with the mixture of dead grass and the handful or so of early fallen leaves. To this day it amazes me that I did not see him - until he jumped backward and assumed attack posture. I know I would have seen him had I been wearing my glasses - on my face rather than my head. I was just one step from disaster. The scary thing about walking around w/o my glasses is that you can't really know what you don't see - unless it moves suddenly, that is. Who knows how many other near misses I had.
We have a glass cleaner (?) that puts a protective coating on the glass to prevent it fogging up - the bottle was in the bathroom, when we bought the house & the mirrors didn't fog up - wonder if that would work for glasses in humid climates?
Interesting idea/question. I don't know. There is also an anti-fog treatment on the market which is not a cleaner, just a clear liquid you apply to glass. It's a very good question. I would probably be concerned about trying it though, since my lenses have the anti-glare coating which is easily damaged. I can't use just anything to clean them, not even regular cleaner for eye glasses. It has to be specifically marked as safe for anti-glare lenses. Damage to that coating, as I learned the hard way some years back, doesn't just render the coating useless but also the glasses. Not wanting to make that mistake again, I'm reluctant to try it.
Might be worth trying for those who don't have the special, anti-glare and anti-static lenses. Probably best to only try it on lenses that are actually made of glass though, since some chemicals damage and even melt plastics. These days I think most lenses are some form of polycarbonate (plastic) since it's lighter and safer.
Good point Cheryl! Fortunately, I'm no longer as aware of dangers to lenses since I had lasik ten years ago. I still wear glasses - computer glasses, reading glasses, prescription sunglasses, but they're not a constant accessory & not nearly as expensive!
Actually, I really only need glasses for reading, too. Given the amount of reading that I do, however, being such a nerd as I am, I found it just too frustrating to have to carry glasses around with me so they would be available every time I wanted to read something. From books to magazines, packaging in stores to fine print on my tiny TV screen (I still watch one roughly the size of the avg computer monitor), computers screens and so on, it seems I'm always reading something somewhere.
Thus my glasses are the latest technology in what used to be called bi-focals, except these are multi-focal and have a near constant gradient across the entire lens to adjust for correct vision at varying distances. There is no noticeable line like with bi-focals, no closeup vs distance sections. The eye adjusts pretty much effortlessly to use the correct area of the lens for the distance I'm viewing. It's all transparent to me; however, because my eyes are adjusted to viewing things in this way, I can't see much detail w/o them, not right away at least. If I leave them off for a period of time, my eyes readjust and I can see again - except to read.
When I say 'my eyes adjust', what I really mean is my brain adjusts. As you probably know, a great deal of what we think of as vision actually occurs in the brain. From birth, our brains learn how to use the information they receive from the eyes. When what we see changes, as with glasses, it's the brain that must adjust its interpretation of the information.
I know I'm getting way off topic here, but I find the eye/brain interaction fascinating. What really fascinates me is that w/o the brain's ability to interpret the information, even with perfect 'vision', one cannot see. Scientists learned this some years back when they were able to surgically restore perfect 'vision' to the eyes of a guy of 30 something who had been blind from birth. Amazingly, although technically he had perfect vision - and they could test this - he was unable to make sense of any of the information presented to him. After seeing his wife many times, he remained unable to recognize her visually. He remained unable to distinguish between various simple objects or even shapes. He could not tell a dog from a cup or a circle from a square even after seeing these things many times. It seemed that even though his eyes were restored to visual perfection, because his brain has missed out on a lifetime of training in how to handle the information, he was unable to process what he saw. Even after years of working with Drs and therapists, he remained unable to do so. It appears, as with many things, there is a window in early life during which the brain can learn to process the visual information. If the visual centers of the brain are unstimulated during this time, they will never learn to 'see' in any way approaching normalcy. Drs/scientists doubt this guy will ever learn to 'see', btw, or even recognize his own wife.
I just find that amazing, how the brain works in concert with the eyes to produce sight and that this man with perfect eyes cannot make sense of the jumble of visual stimuli in front of him. We've all probably seen or read of one of those stories (fiction) where someone gets sight for the 1st time ever. In the fantasy versions of this (before we learned the truth), the person goes "wow, so that's what everything looks like!" They are thrilled to see everything. That's how we the sighted imagine it would be, but we now know that it isn't like that at all. We now know the task of the brain in interpreting what we see is more important than we realized and that the person whose vision is suddenly restored after a lifetime w/o it, cannot really 'see' as we do and likely never will.
Very strange. And, yes, very off topic. I'm such a science geek. Anyhow, I have the ability to see fine, except up close, but because my brain has learned to interpret things through my glasses, when I take them off for a relatively short time, I can't see details well. My eyes are 'fine', and if i were to leave my glasses off for a while, I would be able to see 'normally' again. At night I often take them off and after a while I find that even the small print on my small TV (on the other side of the room) soon begins to come into focus again.
Fascinating and so true. Your brain can adjust to an upside down image after a period of time, too. LOL about transparent to the user, a phrase I heard often in my computing days...when our IS dept said a change would be transparent to the user, I said, we'll see when you test it with me...!
I enjoy off topic stuff far more than I should. Don't ask me to look something up in an encyclopedia, I'll be in there for hours.
About the job issue, sorry I didn't respond sooner to some of your questions. I didn't feel like typing - and probably, at times, didn't even feel like thinking about it. Here are some of those answers.
The obvious questions is 'what about that other job with my friends, the one where they were so eager to have me back?' It's all about timing, Folks. When I took this job instead of that one, I realized that they would, after waiting a month or so in hopes I might change my mind, be forced to hire someone else, even someone less qualified. Remember, we are talking contracts here. They had a job to do, a project, in a set amount of time. The people needed for that job had been determined ahead of time and the money allocated for x people at x price and for x time. Once they hired someone else, and they did, they cannot now hire me. To do so would be to ruin the entire contract as they would run out of money for everyone's salaries before they finished the project.
I knew this when I made the decision. I knew they could not wait forever. It would have been foolish to do so. They had to hire someone and get going with the project. They can't now fire that person to hire me, nor would I want that. It is what it is. Not meant to be, I guess. They said they may be needing someone else. It all depends. They are trying to get another contract started. It depends on if they get it and if I'm available at that time. Basically, with respect to that group, I'm back where I had been for most of last year, waiting. I figure the chance of things working out time wise is small. Oh. well. So that's how that's going.
Just to put things into perspective though, although I love working with that group and would love to go back there, I don't find them to be very dependable in terms of contracts and dollars. They are a very small group, just 2 gov people here in Chas hundreds of miles away from their cohorts and vying for a dwindling number of contracts against much larger groups in DC. It's possible, likely even, that a job with them will not last for more than year before they run out of funds again, loose their contract, etc. That also weighed heavily in my decision and even now as I am saddened to have missed that opportunity I must remind myself of the facts.
The truth is, other than calling them, I've not looked for another job yet. I'm lazy. At the end of the day, I'm tired and have tons of things to do: groceries, paperwork, housework, laundry. It never ends. I keep promising to do it on the weekend, but when the week finally ends, I just want to rest and do enjoyable things - plus I still have chores to do. Thus I've done nothing on this. I must do something, but I've done nothing.
Oh, as to your comment, meezers, about staying long enough to get unemployment, 1st of all the unemployment folks said even if we took temp work, we could always come back to pick up where we left off; however, I don't have any intention of quitting. You can be excluded from unemployment entirely if you quit. At a minimum, you are penalized by an x week delay before you can draw benefits. I'm not going to quit regardless though.
Just to put things into perspective, I may hate what I'm doing (part of the time), but this is a 6 figure job. That's nothing to sneeze at esp in SC where the avg for a family of 4 is 1/2 that. I'm not stupid enough to walk away from that in this economy, hate it or not. I'm still living like I'm relatively poor, though, as I know the importance of restocking the bank. There could be more bad days ahead. I buy food, gas, pay the mortgage and utilities, and that's it. No shopping. I might buy a cat toy down the road a bit, but nothing pricey. The dish washer died a few months into my 'vacation'. I've been washing them by hand ever since then and am STILL doing so even though I could buy a dishwasher now. For one thing, I want to open the bottom panel to check something. There's about a 50% chance I could 'fix' it easily, if I would just get down there on the floor and do so. I want to try that 1st. Yep, definitely, still living poor.
I've received emails from several places offering jobs. I just need to move on them. Boy am I lazy. One company I had talked to some last year, emailed me a few weeks ago to say that they now had several OO software jobs available. They went so far as to say 'send us your requirements (salary, etc) and we will see what we can do to accommodate them. Also, the head hunter who helped me with this job has contacted me. She wants to friend me. She's been sending me job listings that match my qualifications (which she knows very well now). I'm guessing we've passed the 'refund' period for her commission on this job. Now she's trying to sell me to someone else. That works well for me though. Unfortunately, none of the jobs she has right now are in my area. The closest is in Columbia, SC. Most are in the DC area, MD, DE, VA, etc.
Anyhow, people ARE reaching out to me. I just need to reach back.
As a kid, I used to walk to the library after school every week or so. I would stay there from 2:30 until 5:30 when my Dad came to pick me up after work. I would walk the stacks at random just pulling books with interesting titles. From bios to medical books, it was all interesting to me. I would take home all that I could carry. I never tired of the library. I was like a kid in a candy store there. LOVED it. I sat browsing the encyclopedias, too, many times.
As I grew older and could drive, I started spending time at area college libraries. I've 'vacationed' in all of them at one point or another. Cute, funny aside. When studying a subject, I like to consult not one or two but many different books on the subject to get a good view. When I was a student at the Citadel, I would go to the library for each new subject/project (magnetism, antennas, semiconductors, DSP, and so on - I'm an EE, after all) and check out a stack of books on that subject for my research. I would sit on the floor at home amid my books and work. Years later my boyfriend, a fellow student at the time, would shriek, "So that's where all the books went!" upon learning of this. He said he and his friends would go to the Citadel library, find a book they needed in the catalog and always, always it was checked out. LOL. We had the same assignments. I got there 1st (early bird gets the worm) and checked out all of the books. He said, "So THAT's how you had the top GPA. You deprived the rest of us of books." LOL. You snooze, you loose. He would say I was selfish for not leaving any books for them. Hey, I was on a mission. My mission did not include them. :-)
Sometimes I think about going to the Library of Congress, but a few hours there would never do. I would need days just to get started. I imagine that I could go in there, get lost, and never come out again, just live in there. Want to go with me?
Want to know how 'bad' things are at work with respect to the company going under? I'm not there today. I couldn't even call in. There is no one to call. I knew there wouldn't be. I could probably never go in and no one would even know because there is no one there, no bosses. My boss is never there, ever. I don't even know if I would recognize that man if I passed him on the street. I wanted to take an extra day for the 4th but I never could find him to ask. I gave up. There's a guy under my boss whose in charge of another group but not me. He's never there either. Good heaven's, event he HR person didn't answer the phone. But, who needs, HR when you have a hiring freeze anyhow? Not being able to find any bosses, ever, is NOT a good sign - although it does make for a good work day.
We have a 15min meeting each morning to discuss the numbers. I don't go to most of them. I think it's dumb. We've been in the red the whole time. The numbers don't change much, and I don't need to see them daily to know that. Not a whole lot I can do to improve sales anyhow. I write software. We don't sell software. Right now we're just fixing bugs. You know, like Microsoft and other companies put out those frequent updates. Those don't effect sales.
When I 1st graduated from college, I flew to DC for an interview w/DOE (got the offer, but like a fool decided to stay here to be w/XBF). Anyhow, they flew me in around mid morning for a late afternoon apt. I had to wait around DC all day - how awful.lol. My cabbie took me to see all of the usual monuments (at a very generous price) and sights plus an extra I didn't know about before that - the huge statue of the man buried in the ground, very cool. Then I had him drop me off at the Smithsonian with instructions to pick me up again before my flight.
My plan was to walk over to the Holocaust museum and the Library of Congress when I finished the Smithsonian. I had some 4hrs to kill, after all. I was way clueless back then. I had to rush through the last part of the Smithsonian to catch my flight. Never made it to the HM or LOC. Really enjoyed the Smithsonian though. The Hope Diamond was on display at the time. It cast a brilliant, blinding, and clearly visible beam of blue-white light all the way across the room. Not kidding. Incredible. Not like my diamond at all. A totally different beast.
While I'm handing out OT info, here is my favorite bit of Smithsonian gossip. Most people don't know where it came from or why we have it. An Englishman named Smithson and who from all records it seems never visited the US, nonetheless, left us his entire life savings upon his death, no indication as to why. His only wish (loosely translated as it has been a while since I read this) that it be used to provide something of educational value for all people of the US. A committee was formed to study the matter and decide how to spend the money. It was quite a large sum at the time. They decided to invest the money while deliberating on what to do with it. It took them a very, very long time. Ultimately, through a combination of bad investments and the cost of the committee itself, they ended up loosing/spending all of the money. They did decide what to do with it (if it weren't gone, that is) - the Smithsonian. To rectify this problem, they levied a special tax on the people at the time to replace the money.
I love that story, because there is just so much good stuff in there - like Smithson [sort of] gave us the Smithsonian, his name sake. Except that our leaders squandered the money, and then, because they needed to produce something to show for Smithson's gift to us, they had the nerve to make us pay for it. You can't beat that.
Edited to add: It's one of those things you couldn't make up if you tried. Oh, and I'd love to go back as I'm sure there are many new things to see since then. I was totally exhausted at the end of my visit to the Smithsonian.
I can't say that I relate to Cheryl & Meezer's thirst for knowledge - wish I did. My kids do. My older son was a lot like Cheryl reading encyclopedias & medical books in elementary school. I think I was rebelling against my strict parents who valued intellectual & cultural pursuits so highly; as a result, I was "different" from most of the other kids.
Cheryl, don't beat yourself up about not following up on jobs, yet. You need some down time & you'll follow up, when you're ready or if you "need" too, (crossing my fingers it won't get to that point). Your description of your empty office is scary & depressing. My DH's office is going through something similar. They rattle around in a giant building full of empty offices. Hope you're taking a "personal" day today & aren't sick!
Just to clarify, when I mentioned salary earlier, it was not to be, well, you know. I mentioned it because I think it important to the story. It puts the whole 'problem' in perspective. I don't like my job, but it's a job most people would likely love to have. It's surely hard to feel to sorry for me under the circumstances. Even I have tremendous difficulty wrapping my head around the dichotomy. I guess it just goes to show that money isn't everything and I'm nuts. Kidding on that last part, but I am still wrestling with my hormones, and I'm never quite sure which feelings are real and which are chemically motivated.
Like I said though, I'm still living like a pauper while stuffing the money away for hard times, a lesson I learned quite well last year. I'm still washing dishes by hand to avoid buying a dishwasher, so I'm definitely not living large and not dropping salary info to sound 'rich'. Recently, I pulled all of the olives off my pizza and froze them. Some time later, I added them to pasta sauce for a nice puttenesca (sp, too lazy to look it up). Definitely still squeezing pennies.
That's a hard habit to change, I still clip out coupons for the things I use, or sometimes a new product I want to try, I'll bend over to pick up a coin, I save plastic bags and wash them out if they aren't yucky, I never buy anything at full price if I can help it. I don't have to do these penny pinching things but it's a lifetime habit growing up poor. And then when I do want to do some thing extravagant, there's no guilt whatsoever.
I love how you help me to keep things in perspective. As you may have seen by now, I am inclined to be very hard on myself, expecting perfection in all things, and thus rarely being satisfied. When I read your words about giving myself a break, I feel suddenly so much lighter, freer, happier. I need that sort of alternate perspective and reminder to be gentle with myself as I am with others.
As to the love of reading and of knowledge, in my opinion it's not a badge of honor or anything like that. It just 'is'. I love to read. I love knowledge. I enjoy educational programs on TV, but that's just me. I don't think it's particularly good or bad - not withstanding cultural biases toward education. Like most things there are pluses and minuses. Our society frequently gives us mixed messages. Education is good. Geeks are bad. In the end, as I'm sure you know, all that really matters is that you be true to yourself.
I don't find the love of reading more valuable than, for instance, the love of being social and doing things with others. I'm not super social. I'm more comfortable with a small group of close friends, whereas some people are happiest being friends with large groups and always being 'out there' doing things with others. The latter is ok, too. Like I said, their are benefits to both - and they are often mutually exclusive such that those who love books are often not social butterflies.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't think there is particular value to either except to the individual. If something makes you happy (something which doesn't hurt others, of course), then it's good - good for you, and equally good. The only real benefit of my love of knowledge is in the joy it brings me. Whatever you enjoy, whatever brings you that kind of joy, is equally valuable.
As to my reason for being 'out', I'm taking the 5th. :-)
I fully agree with your perspective, if we were all the same, how dull would life be? My curiosity is what has led me to explore things that others might not find interesting, I'm curious about people and what makes them tick, I'm curious about how things work, I dive into activities that might not hold my interest permanently but while I'm there I enjoy learning about it.
When I was young, my dad was always digging around in old second hand shops, finding wine glasses and such, while I had my sights set on the books, often going home with an armful. I read "Captain Blood" by Rafael Sabatini (and that may be misspelled!) when I was 12...surely not the type of thing a preteen would usually select. I find people endlessly interesting even though I might not want to be in the midst of a lot of them. Viva la difference!!
Incidentally, just the thought of spending time rummaging about an old book store makes my heart race with anticipation. I've no idea where I got this love of books and of knowledge, but it is an integral part of who I am. But, again, I don't see it as having any intrinsic value beyond its value to me as an individual.
Separate from my love of reading is a love of the actual, physical book. I read a lot - online and off. For years now I have held an account with an online library where I can access most of the current, popular books on science, technology, software, and the like. I use it mostly for professional reference. Reading these books online frees me from the need to carry heavy books to and from my office and use up valuable office space for them. For software and tech books which become outdated in a short time relative to other subjects, this works well for me.
But I still hold a special place in my heart for the physical book. The idea of an old book store excites me not just for the knowledge there but also for the sensual experience of all those physical books, the smell, the look, and above all the tactile experience of holding and paging through a book, a joy for which old books hold a special treat.
Charleston being all about the old has several wonderful, old books stores in the downtown region, including one where you can drink good coffee and tea while enjoying your book. You can do this at many new book stores, too, and Charleston has those, as well, but unlike the new ones where the coffee shop is usually in a separate corner of the store (even though you are allowed to carry books into the coffee shop and coffee into the book area), in this one old book store of which I speak, the two are combined by design with small tables right there amidst the books. Even the name of the shop, which I don't recall now, implies it's a place to stop and enjoy a cup of coffee over a book. As you drive by, you will often see the lone person sitting at a table by the window sipping coffee while totally immersed in a book.
I haven't been there, to any of those old book stores, since the onset of my knee and back problems, but our conversation now bids me go back...
Yes, although electronic media is a wonderful way of accessing information and keeping up with the lates best sellers, somehow when I go to bed, the Kindle doesn't have the same satisfaction as holding that book in my hand...
Though I may not pursue intellectual knowledge, there are areas that interest me - ie. plants, gardening, animals, health care, among other things - and my friends regard me as a reliable source for information. That's one of the wonderful things about the internet - it opens the door to so many areas, sometimes in a way that's more palatable - ie. articles, discussions - to those of us who prefer not to read books togain information. Don't get me wrong - I read books, at least three a week, but they're fluff for relaxation.
Another thing I love about the internet is that it opens the world up to the shy people. Many people complain about people being addicted to the internet. Is that worse than TV? For instance, my younger son (who is 21) has social anxiety. When he was a teen, his social life consisted of people he communicated or played with on a daily basis on the internet. I was so grateful those people were in his life. He's conquered much of the anxiety & is very successful now, but has never had or felt the need for a close group of friends, who he sees on a regular basis. He goes out to a club once a week & has friends there and works with people in his chosen field (on a volunteer/intern basis), & sees people at school, but spends a lot of time on the computer & has learned a lot about people & socializing in that venue. Me - I'm basically shy, which is why I often lurk, but I've always loved observing social interaction & I can do that here, on Facebook, etc., without feeling the need to open up unless I want to.
To continue Meezers thought, it's easier to celebrate differences in today's world, instead of judging everyone by the same standards.
My back is bothering me a bit today, nothing terrible, just a nagging thing. I'm not writing to complain though. I'm actually writing to say how grateful I am to have gone so long with little or no pain. About 6wks ago I got my 2nd set of steroids shots for my knees. Since then my knees have been fabulous, like new ones. No pain at all. For a week or so there around the time I got the knee shots, my back was acting up quite a bit. That was the last time I mentioned pain. Then one day I awoke w/o pain and have been that way pretty much since. It's been great. I can't complain about a bit of discomfort now. I'm just too thankful to have gone this long w/o pain. :-D
So sorry to hear that you are still having troubles. Keeping you (and your family) in my thoughts and prayers. Hoping you will get good news back from the Dr on this. Hoping the problem is something less serious - like maybe your meds and not your body.
I'm at work right now, sitting at my desk, crying like a baby - and that frustrates me even more than any of the list of things which led up to the flow of tears. That is just so unprofessional - and so unlike me. I am not one to cry much at all. Frankly, I would probably be healthier if I cried more often. I'm more like a once every 5yrs kind of crier, and then NEVER in front of people, heaven forbid, at work. But here I am now, babbling like a baby.
Why, you ask? Well, I could give you the list of all the things that led me to this moment, but I image at the root of the problem is probably good old menapause. Last year I said many times, "but where are the mood swings?" I think I have my answer to that now. This is actually my 2nd 'cry baby at work' event even. So far this time, I think I've managed to stay under the radar - as in no one has seen/heard me. Last time I thought that, too, until one of the guys, a tech writer, came over to offer his condolences. Actually, it's the strangest thing, but I actually look upon that event - my last big cry - as a positive. Not only was it wonderfully cathartic - like i said, I probably don't cry enough anyhow - but I made a friend, the tech writer. I didn't know him before that, but he really made a positive impression on me that day.
That day I was sitting at the behemeth machine working, totally unable to do anything to stem the flow of tears racing down my face. That went on for an hour maybe. Shortly after I finally managed to get the water works turned off, he came over to chat. He had been 'in' the [phone] meeting earlier when we discussed the testing issue, me not wanting to do and my frustrations at not knowing how to even run the machine much less conduct tests on it. He empathized saying that he would be even more daunted by the machine than I seemed to be, that he didn't know how to work with the machine either and couldn't even imagine being in my shoes. He has been with the company many years. He has to page through the screens on the machine sometimes to write tech docs, so he really could relate because even that was scarey to him. Then he congratulated me on what I did know, what I had learned about how to run the machine in such a short time, saying I already knew more than him about it and he was impressed. That really made quite the impression on me that day. Not one of the guys I used to work with would ever say such things. ok, maybe one. He was so clearly speaking to me as a person not a woman. He empathized without talking down to me. I felt better immediately. It made the whole thing worthwhile as that would never have happened w/o the crying.
The list? Maybe later. Or maybe by then it won't seem worth the typing. It's mostly hormones anyhow, I think. Ok. Feeling better now. Back to work.
I think guys like that are more common in the tech fields than in other professions because they know how much you have to know to do the job. And I know far too well how complex existing systems and machines, and how doing anything on them is a challenge for the brave hearted. It is probably good to let the water works go however I was such a tough cookie I'd have found a closet somewhere before I'd let anyone see me cave! And I dealt with guys when we were just entering "their" territory. Hang in there.
I obviously didn't do a very good job of explaining. I wasn't crying about anything relating to guys or even the job. I wasn't even sad or upset. It's hormones. I'm on this wild hormone ride from hel__, and while I don't think anyone saw me today - that's just it, I was every bit as obstinate and determined as you describe, except in my case I feel like, darn it, I have every right to cry if I want or need to. This is my menopause, and I'll deal with my way, and those guys can just get out of my office if they don't want to see tears. I'm not crying about them or because of them or even, for that matter, because of anything. It's purely chemical, although it stills ends up being very cathartic.
Both today and the other time I described, the time that guy came over to be nice, not only was I not upset or sad - despite the tears streaming down my face - but in a strange way it felt good, almost self-indulgent, to cry. I didn't want to stop, not until I was finished, that is. It felt like, well, like self-expression and almost as indulgent as chocolate. (I don't think anyone saw me today as I was in my office. I don't even know if that guy actually knew I was crying the last time. He may have just come over to say that because he could tell from the meeting that I was unhappy about the testing. I hated it, and I told them all so right there in the meeting.)
Oh, and now I'm like totally high - on nothing, just hormones. This morning I was crying. This afternoon I'm so whoo-hoo happy I could just explode and rain smiles down on everyone and everything - and the strongest thing I had was a coffee - for breakfast. This has to be what they mean by mood swings. Totally wild. I can't even calm down enough to rest now that I'm home. I feel like I need to go for a jog around the block or something. Seriously.
'Bad' or annoying things did happen this morning, but I wasn't upset about them, and I even knew it at the time. As for guys, I've dealt with some pretty rough ones myself, trust me, and, no, I didn't even think of crying then. I understand that you dealt with them at the onset of women in the work place, but I dealt with Southern red necks and good old boys. I think it's a tie. Our knuckle 'draggers' ARE that far behind the times anyhow.
The guys I work with now are fine though. So far they really seem to treat me like a human being. It's quite refreshing. It was the testing and working with the machines/hardware I didn't like, but I'm back on code now, have been for weeks now - but it was never about the guys. Not at this job. I did have a spat with a jerk today, but he's the exception. He's not an engineer or developer. I think he's even from this area. I don't know what his problem is - maybe that IS his problem - being from here. Anyhow, there will always be the occasional jerk, male or female. I'm not letting him upset me, not right now anyhow.
Man, I feel great. I wish I felt like this all of the time. I feel strong. I feel like I can handle things, even the bad things. When my hormones swing in the other direction, I feel just the opposite, like I can't cope with even the small things. It's amazing the effect our chemicals have on us. I mean, basically, we are just one giant chemistry set.
Gotta go. Now if I come back crying again in a an hour or two, don't play this all back for me...
I am still thinking of you, and praying for your well being. Let us know how you are doing, please. I guess it will probably be a while before you hear anything back from your test, but you can check in anyhow and let us know how you are feeling. I hate it that you've been having so much trouble lately.
No, I didn't think it was job related, but back in the day, there was a woman in another department who cried at the drop of a hat and the guys made fun of her behind her back and I vowed I would never be "her". I understand about the raging hormones...it fueled my divorce!!
Hi. We cross posted. I'm so glad to hear that your MRI is normal!!! Fantastic news.
About me doing great with the job, LOL, did you read the prior post, the one this morning where I was boo-hooing all over the place? It's not the job. It's hormones. I guess the rest of you didn't have such a wild ride as I'm having. Everybody is different when it comes to this sort of thing. Plus many women bypassed menopause altogether by going the route of the hysterectomy. I read that actually isn't as difficult - although I would have thought otherwise. Apparently, the worst part about menopause is that your hormones neither stop suddenly nor even taper off. They go UP and DOWN - hence the wild mood swings. One day you can barely get out of bed and stumble through the day. The next day, you're on top of the world.
I think this might be more like my normal self. I used to have tons of energy and was pretty much always in a good mood, never like I've been these last few years, always down and tired and in pain. It's totally hormones. I'll be SO glad when this thing is over and I can get back to living.
Oh, and the past few nights I've been waking up all soaking wet from the waist up. Definitely hormones. Then a short while later, I'm chilly. Last night I woke up at 1AM or so, and I was totally miserable - except that I didn't hurt anywhere. Is that crazy, or what? It's almost as inexplicable as when I was hot and cold at the same time. Last night I was so miserable I had to get up out of bed. I could not even lie there another minute. Miserable - but w/o any pain.
Anyhow, I am just thrilled to hear your good news. So what now? What about your medicine? Can you get them to look at that? It seems like you were doing fine until they changed it, and then all of a sudden you came on here all upset, and it's been that way ever since.
Oh, no, I've NEVER even thought of crying when guys give me a hard time. I just get mad, not sad. I can understand about the divorce. People don't get it, but I honestly don't want a guy around right now. I don't want to have to try to look good. I don't want to have to please anyone else. And I definitely don't want anyone giving me guilt trips because I'm too tired to go out and do stuff. No, thanks. Oh, and I don't want to have to explain any of this to a guy. To be honest, I would not have understood it myself a decade ago.
You do not have to worry about me being like that woman you worked with. I am nothing like that. I tell you guys how I feel about things, but I don't whine at work. I might fuss, like when I told them I hated testing and the machine. It seems to have helped though. At least for now, I'm developing software again.
Oh, and today I solved a big s/w problem. Whoo-hoo! (That was me doing the happy dance, doing my hands around in the circle...)
My med situation did get fixed. I stopped taking the one that the cardio Dr put me on--too many bad feelings. I just fall allot or rather trip a lot (my feet) this past year. I think that is more about the state of my house than the state of my brain.
I really doing great lately if one can over look the bruises. I have one of those really colorful (purple/ blue w/its of green) on the inside of my left knee. Gotta get a pic of it. It would be a great color for pottery
Sounds to me, Cheryl that you really are doing well at your job. I'm sure the hormone added to your high standardards, which cannot possibly be met since you don't know this machine are making your emotions run roughshod over you. Oh how I remember , and still have some of the 'raindrops keep falling from my head" times after 10+ years.Just hang in there, keeep lots of paper towels handy and ride it out.
That's very sweet of you. I hope maybe that is true. The bosses have all said very positive things. You are so very right that I am almost always my harshest critic. I'm going to work on that. I hope you guys will keep reminding me of this. I want to learn to cut myself some slack.
I do think I have entered emotional phase of the hormone ride now. This afternoon I guess the combination of sleep deprivation (I didn't sleep at all after 1-2AM last night.) plus hormones plus the natural high we get from solving a big problem all came together, and Wow. I've calmed down a lot now, although I'm still in a very positive mood.
There are aspects of my job that I like - and some I don't. I guess that's pretty normal. For the past few weeks I've been writing software again and solving existing software bugs instead of working with the beastly machine. I really do enjoy that (writing s/w). There is a lot of stress at times due to the chaos of a company that just traveled hundreds of miles to relocate and lost almost all of its seasoned engineers in the process. Our tools (computers, software, documents) and such are strewn hither and yon from the move, many still packed in boxes somewhere and yet to be located. The code is riddled with bugs from the hasty development process preceding the move. Customers are calling on the hour with new complaints, and everyone from field techs to sales folks is screaming for a fix. Most have no idea that there are only 2 of us left, I'm new, and the only guy with any real experience has been on Vacation for the last 2.5 weeks. Thankfully, my boss, who has to be under a lot of stress, is not taking it out on me. He understands that none of this is my fault, and I can't be expected to handle all of this mess.
Now about those falls. That sounds like a heck of a bruise. Did you take a big fall of some kind, or do you just bruise easily? I took a few falls after my knee injury and surgery, when I was learning to do things again. Little things that never were a problem before, like pulling weeds, would send me toppling to the ground. You don't realize how much you depend on the unconscious work done by the muscles and ligaments surrounding the knee to keep your balance, until it is compromised. The thing is, I didn't get bruises from my falls, especially not large ones. I would just loose my balance and topple over backward landing on my backside or fall forward onto my hands and knees.
If you don't mind me asking, what precedes the falls? Do you trip over things that you maybe didn't see, for instance, or over dogs? Do you loose your balance like I did when learning to use my damaged knees again? Back then stepping into a small depression in the ground, something I could easily handle before, would send me crashing to the ground, and when I would pull weeds, if the weed actually came out of the ground, over I would go. Do you get dizzy and/or loose consciousness for a minute or so?
I ask these things because maybe if you can understand what prompts your falls, you can find a way to avoid them or at least minimize their occurrence. Like maybe you need new glasses (if you trip over things because you didn't see them) or someone to come over a day or two a week to pick up if you can't (once you identify the need, you might be able to find a group to sponsor a few hours of help a week). If you fall a lot in a particular spot in your house, maybe you need to get something altered or repaired, something that is tripping you up. Maybe you need some PT to stretch your muscles and get them limber and also help with balance - or some gentle, seniors exercises like at the Y. Maybe a walker or cane would help with balance. Just some ideas to consider. If dizziness is causing the problem, you need to keep after the Drs until they find out what is causing it and how to make it stop or at least know when it's likely to occur so you can stay off your feet then. Hang in there - and try to be careful.
Some other things to consider...Is one or more of your meds making you dizzy? That's a side effect of many meds. If so, can it be changed or the dosage reduced? Can you take it at a different time of day, like maybe before bed to lessen the problem during waking hours? Is pain causing you to fall? There have been times in the past when the sudden onset of pain was so severe that one of my legs would not hold me up. I would have taken quite a few more spills over this had I not been lucky enough to grab onto something nearby like the bed post to hold me up. If this is the problem, can the pain be better controlled? Would a cane or walker help at such times by giving you that something to hold onto? Last year, during times when my back/leg pain was causing my leg to give way, I had to be particularly careful not to let go of the bed or sofa or chair until I was sure my leg would hold me up and I could walk. Sometimes, I even when I 1st let go of the bed post and took my 1st steps across the room and down the hall, I would be very careful (slow and methodical) to stay close to heavy furniture or even hug the wall until I was sure I could walk. (This doesn't mean I won't get thrown down in the future though.)
Sounds like many of you have experienced some of the things I'm going through, btw. This afternoon I was starting to think maybe no one understood, like maybe some of my experiences were unusual or unusually severe and everyone was going, "I don't remember that from my run in with the Big M or after my hysterectomy (yours, not mine, lol. I didn't get the memo that we were all getting that procedure.)."
Ok. Now I need to get some sleep. I had a few cute Heidi moments - no kits yet though. I'll try to remember to tell them soon.
Your experiences are pretty normal in my opinion. At least they mirror mine, except that I would get a rage feeling too and had to tell folks to come back later - that I couldn't talk right now. It is recommended that we get our hormone levels checked every 4 months for the first year or so after starting therapy just to make sure that the levels stay in range.
I just ended a 5 year round of hormone blocker for breast cancer and now my hormones are surging back (with a vengeance)(sniff) I finished M in '95 and I now have the hormones of a 30 year old...sheesh. I can't wait to get back to the states and get this figured out. The Korean Dr. just smiled and said something about how this would keep me youthful. Some things are welcome like; re-growing the pad of fat on the soles of my feet means that I can be on my feet for hours and never feel the slightest discomfort - what a bonus! And without the cushions that I have had to stuff into my shoes in years past, they fit better. So weird though..
Thanks for that feedback. It is comforting to know that what I'm going through is relatively normal and similar to what many others before me have experienced. Sounds like I'm more or less right on track then.
I went through that rage period some years back and well before I realized that any of what was going on with me had anything to do with the big M. Just as now practically anything that upsets me even mildly is likely to send me into a brief shower of tears, back then anything that made me the least bit angry would send me into a brief but unreasonable and greatly disproportionate rage. I wish that I and those around me had understood my behavior at the time to be fairly 'normal' symptom of peri-menopause and an indication that I had started down that road. This is one of the reasons why I want to talk openly about menopause in hopes that if we can drag the subject out of the closet and shed some light on it, then maybe women of the future will not go through these things blindly and uninformed about what is happening to them. Frankly, at the time my then boyfriend/fiance just thought I was a being a royal (insert b word). That played a part in our ultimate breakup. You have to think twice about marrying Sybyl - or the girl from the Exorcist.
I have to admit that I'm with the Dr on this. I'm not understanding what the problem is - with having the hormones of a healthy young lady. I think I would like that, but maybe I'm missing something. As long as there are no adverse side effects, I say, "enjoy".
I'm here. All is well. The raccoons are over in their thread in wildlife. No babies yet though, none that I've seen or heard, but then I imagine Heidi is reluctant to bring them to the patio and the yearlings are following her lead. I need to go out to the buffet again one weekend night to see if they will come around. Hope you are also doing well.
I am getting stronger since having my wheeled walker (with a sea for when I get dizzy or just plain pooped. Have still had a few falls. I really need to send much of my 'stuff' to the trash curb. If I'm not tripping over 'stuff', then one of my 3 cats or 2 dogs trips me up.
All in all, I am doing so much better than a couple years when I was so drugged for Fibromyalgia I just realize how 'off the beam' I was!
My DR ssays I need to have both knees partially replaced- left first then right. I say that will wait untill I have only 1 dog. It would just be too cruel to put old blind Elvis in a kennek for a month. He saved my life once anf now it's my turn to make his Sr years as easy as possible on the 15 year old guy.
Some of the kennels aren't bad for a short stay. I've had good success with the ones attached to the vets' offices. The girls at the doggy daycare (also a kennel) where I used to leave Widget while I was at work (esp when A/C was being replaced) played with him so much during the day that he came home all exhausted and ready to sleep - which was nice since I usually come home tired to find him all full of energy. If it weren't so far out of the way, I would consider taking him there every day.
I can relate to the problem of small animals under foot. During times when I was in a lot of pain and moving with extreme difficulty, I was constantly afraid my bunch were going to trip me up, esp Widget and Cocoa both of whom make a point of hanging out right under my feet. It's not as bad now that I'm able to get around better, but it was a serious problem for me when I could barely walk, so I understand completely. Cocoa is probably the worst for me. Early on he learned to get in front of my legs and refuse to move. This was his way of trying to get me to stop and spend time with him. Sometimes when I was in a lot of pain, I couldn't stand up more than a few minutes, maybe only a few seconds. I was constantly afraid I was going to 'run out of time' and fall before I could get him to move. And he's very heavy now, very solid so that I can't even push him (gently) away with my foot, can't even budge him at all, and it hurts my leg tremendously to even try. I feel for you on that problem. I was never able to find a solution to that problem.
Today we were talking at work, and I was surprised when the guy I work with stated emphatically that he's sure glad things seem to be turning around for the business because he does NOT want to go back to Cleveland. He and his wife actually love it here. He said his house in Cleveland hasn't sold, not even an offer, and he would hate to loose his job and end up having to move back there.
Wow. They love it here, and this is the height of our bad season. If you can live through July/Aug here, the rest of the year is great. He says they don't mind the heat so much. They wait until late evening to go outside, and with A/C it's not that bad. They love our long growing season & the fact that it's spring/summer practically year round. They even love things we don't even know enough to appreciate, like how the long growing season means the farmer's markets have fresh produce for much of the year.
How about that. Sometimes it is good to see your home through the eyes of outsiders.
I got a new baby (actually 2!) 2 days ago I drove to SC to Carolina Poodle Rescue to adopt a supposedly 11 yr old Maltipoo. Well, she is more like 6 yrs old. Must have meant to be mine. She is 8 lbs and just as friski and smart as anyone could ever immagine. We will start Beginner ! obedience classed the week of the 29th.
I also rescued 2 toy poodles abandoned in a house across the street in the heat of summer without food or water, They each went to CPA in SC. There also was a tiny starving kitten, I've had him for about a month now. Dog's name is Harmony & kitty is Chester!
Thanks for the link. That IS a good idea. I have trouble getting up early enough to fix anything for breakfast. Sadly, I often have to choose between McDs or skipping breakfast altogether. In an effort to keep it semi-healthy, as much as is possible at the drive-thru, I choose between McMuffin sans cheese, oatmeal, smoothie, or apples & yogurt. The idea of making the contents of the 'mcmuffin' ahead of time to facilitate a quick breakfast at home is perfect for me. It fits right in with my method for making up lunch sandwiches ahead of time. I had no idea you could freeze eggs that way (and still eat them). Thanks for that tip.
btw, did you know that you can make a super quick & easy poached egg in the microwave? Actually it's basically like a fried egg but w/o the oil. Quite palatable. Believe it or not, I got this cooking tip from a Dr when I had the flu a year or so back. In Week 2 of my flu, I was unable to eat or drink. I ended up dehydrated. The Dr said I had to eat, or he would send me to the hospital. He said he wanted me to start eating dry toast and a poached egg to get some protein that would be easy on my stomach. I told him I was too sick to get up and cook - even a poached egg was too difficult at the time. That's when he gave me this tip which actually works quite well. Here's the howto:
crack egg into small bowl.
add about a tablespoon of water on top, doesn't have to be exact.
cover lightly with plastic wrap (or other cover but not sealed tightly).
microwave for 1 min to set egg.
The cover helps to steam the egg with the water; however, I've even done this w/o the cover, and it still worked just not quite as fast. You can eat the egg from the same bowl, minimizing dishes to wash, or pop bread, bagel, muffin in toaster beforehand to make a sandwich.
That's one of several things I've learned to do in the microwave (other than the usual 'baked' potato, frozen dinners, instant oatmeal, and water for hot beverages, things I normally use the microwave for). Another microwave 'recipe' I love and use often is corn on the cob. Before I learned this, corn on the cob required a large pot of boiling water plus a lot more time. This way there is no pot and the corn is ready in minutes depending on one's preferences. The info:
Start with ears of corn still in the husks. At sink, run water over each ear, then place them on a plate, preferably one with an edge that turns up slightly. To cook properly they should be only 1 layer deep, no stacking. I have stacked them 2 layers deep and they do cook but nearly so evenly. I usually get 3, maybe 4 ears on a plate depending on size of microwave. Microwave on high. I usually do them for 10min, but I have a tiny, low wattage microwave, and I like my corn cooked 'well done'. When placing the ears on the plate, do not attempt to remove water. Don't wipe them or shake them. The water that clings to the husks after you run them under the faucet is just the right amount to steam them nicely. That's it. Remove husks and silks and serve/eat. I also like to microwave frozen veggies in a covered bowl (or bowl with plate/saucer on top) or using those microwave bags.