Thanks guys.

He was back to his normal self pretty quickly. He'll be having a stroke soon enough, though, when he starts getting the bills for this latest adventure.

Send them to the store.

I miss having a best friend and partner to share stuff with.

You're gonna hafta get over that if you're gonna die old and alone.

I'd offer either or both of my sisters... But I like you too much. If only I knew someone I disliked, I could solve several problems at once.

Momdigr just called from the next town over. From the hospital there.

They were getting ready to make the turn to come home, when Popdigr said "Go straight here." And then proceeded to the hospital. He's in fairly severe pain from his waist up. Back, shoulders, neck, head. Popdigr, like me, doesn't tolerate pain well. But, he doesn't complain about it, ever. If he wanted to go to the hospital, he must be in dire circumstances.

During this phone call, and only till this call, I learned that she took him to UrgentCare Thursday night.

And to the local emergency room Saturday night.

They never said a word about it.

And now I'm kinda scared.

Waiting.

*hugs*

That sucks Grav.

That kind of not telling is something my mum would do.

I'm sorry Grav. Hope they get him straightened out.

ugh sorry. hoping it's something simple to fix, maybe pressure on a nerve somewhere they can relieve?

Waiting and worrying. Sucks.

Hang in there man. I'm hanging with you.

Oh man, that sucks big time when all you can do is wait. :(

When she hung up earlier, she said "Here they (the docs/nurses I assumed) come back now. I'll get back to ya.".

That was over an hour ago.

This does not make me feel better.

This not telling me stuff is not gonna fly. They getting they ass stepped in w/both feet when they can stand it.

Fukkit, I can't stand it, I'm going up there.

Drive carefully.


Sent by magic.

Back home. All of us.

Tomorrow begins the breaking off of the feet in the asses.

Now that I'm not as worried I'm madder than mad.

The docs think maybe whiplash, btw, from the fall when he passed out at the store a few weeks ago.

You, will get over it.

I'm a tiny bit sorry for you, I know that shit is super stressful.

MomDigr and PopDigr, welcome home.


Watch yer asses.

Glad everything is cool.
See, you should have eaten, now you're drinking on an empty stomach, and going to be even madder in the morning.

I'm glad there is a decent explanation. Parents can be damned frustrating, but love them while you have them.

I have no feet. They are shin deep in parent ass.

Now I can't enter the ass-kicking contest.

There is no decent explanation for not informing me of what is going on. I can understand not wanting every Tom, Dick, & Harry to know your bidness, but...They are my parents. They live in my house. I think I'm entitled to know if they're in ill health.

They didn't know what to say when I started in this morning. That's probably the worst I've ever spoke to Popdigr. Momdigr? Oh, we've went 'round and 'round.

Did they seem to get it once you were done?

It'd be a shame if they didn't understand after you went through all the trouble of making a foot deposit in their asses.

Why is it suddenly so dark, and what the fuck is that smell?

Haggis!


Sent by magic.

Nice hat, ass.

Sorry I missed all this. Glad they are OK.
did a little of that when my dad has his fall.. Grrrrrrrrrr

in other news...

I'm upset that the annual ordeal of reauthorizing my mom's living situation is in a state of fourth degree fuckery.

Mom had a stroke many years ago and has since been living in an assisted living facility not long after she moved to Seattle. Every year, there is a resubmission of the paperwork and justifying documentation to stay in the tiny studio (bed and bath) where she lives. For many years, the reauthorization was just a hassle, find the paperwork from the Office of Personnel Management (sent to my house), make copies, send to the state Department of Human Services, schedule her caseworker evaluation, wait for the wheels to turn, then done.

That's the 50,000 foot level. Each step can go sideways fifty different ways. Mom can't speak, for example. This is an everlasting complication, for everybody. Case workers, care givers, children, everybody. She has two annuities, one for her and one as a survivor of my Dad. She doesn't get Social Security. She has health insurance, but ... heh. As you can imagine, that's been complicated. I could go on but I'm too tired and I just want to drink and cry.

I got a call today from the caseworker saying that her case has been closed. Yay. um, not yay, closed and denied. Because the paperwork for her annuities has not been submitted. This particular detail has been fucked up several ways. Too many cooks in the kitchen (me and my sister). Cooks leaving the kitchen with food on the fire (sister leaving the area and going radio silent) -- an aside -- I don't get along with my sisters very well. We're all a bunch of hard headed smarter than thou passive aggressive I-can-do-it-without-you assholes. Sadly, it's Mom that suffers. Anyhow.

I'm left dealing with it this year and when I moved, I neglected to change Mom's mailing address when I changed mine. Fuck. Dealing with the OPM is an exercise in bureaucratic frustration in the best of times, but dealing with them on behalf of someone else is extra super stupid difficult. Get Mom's PoE, you say? Not as easy as that, and I quote:

it says that in a lot of places, especially the places where I would be doing business.

anyhow, I'm retyping this post after losing part of it so I'm gonna limit my losses here.

Dealing with the paperwork and the caseworkers and the websites and my Mom who doesn't really understand it but gets the worried vibe, fuck. I'm just tired. Now I have to file a petition for a fair hearing to see if I can stop her eviction. Wish me luck.

What a nightmare.

Fuck, man. I wish the best to all the Dwellar parents out there.

Agreed, nightmare. If you had worked hard and became a multimillionaire, even after your ex and lawyers took 70%, you could avoid this shit and give your sister the bird. Maybe bought the Seahawks too. ;)

Power of Attorney. OPM does not recognize Power of Attorney

I thought refusing to recognize power of attorney was illegal, even in Seattle! I had nothing but paperwork Hell being on welfare there for almost 10 years awaiting a disability hearing. At one point, I had a case manager who was in the "legendarily awful" class. Called her once when my food stamps were like 8 days late and I'd gotten no mail, and her exact answer was:

"Oh, I misfiled a piece of your paperwork and because it wasn't where it was supposed to be when I needed to look it up I closed your case." She also canceled benefits 10 months out of 12 on one of my roomies, and when that dude got his disability hearing the judge was so pissed he had that case manager (whose college degree was in business management, not social services) investigated...and FIRED. Getting a state worker fired ain't easy!

Then again, I also thought banks were required by law to treat cashier's checks like cash, until my sweetie put his entire bank account into a cashier's check for us to use on getting a place in Montana, and going alphabetically down the list for 3 counties I hit Farmers State before I got a bank willing to even consider a cashier's check.

BigV, I'm pulling for ya with heart, soul, and mind!

My mom's falling apart physically, but is finally in a situation where I don't have to worry about her not having on-site help if she needs it, which is good because we live 700 miles and 3 mountain ranges apart. Not exactly a quick jaunt.

And your narrative touches on several reasons why if I ever have to see downtown Seattle again, I wish it could be with a tactical nuclear device on my person!

Grav, hope all stays well with the Dgr elders for a good long while! Sounds like a stress break for your whole family is in order.

DanaC, I know how that feels. My mom waited like 3 years to tell me she walked around for over a year with the back half of her heart paralyzed due to viral cardiomyopathy! Didn't want me "too scared" about the fact she could easily have just dropped dead making coffee some morning. Luckily, in her case her heart eventually started doing ALL of its job again.

And what's upsetting me today is my own health. I mean come on, really? I already deal with:
Severe Generalized Anxiety Disorder (with associated panic attacks and mild OCD)
IBS
Osteoarthritis
TMJ (my whole life, not the kind you get gritting your teeth--the kind that warps your lower jawbone your whole life, to the point that it's changed the shape of my outer AND inner ears)
Tinnitus--related to the TMJ, and in my case very severe, constant multiple notes in both ears.
Loose connective tissue. All of it. I can now pop in like 3 places that aren't joints.
Massive congenital swayback
Terrible teeth no matter what kind of care I take of them. Seriously, my anti-dry-mouth toothpaste is $20 a tube and I'm still losing teeth. Sometimes my fillings pop out while I floss. Last summer the dentist was fixing a broken uncrowned root canal and the crown next to it--post included--popped right out of my jawbone. Never had any trouble with the other 3 crowned root canals he's done for me!
Acquired Angioedema, Type 2 (catalyzed by an ACE inhibitor drug for blood pressure control) which can kill me by slamming my trachea shut any damn time it wants for the rest of my life.
AND NOW we can add costochondritis! This is the sudden inflammation of any or all cartilage in the ribcage. I haven't taken a full breath in over a week because my lungs won't inflate properly. Half the time I can't move my left arm without screaming because much of the inflamed cartilage is where that particular joint ties into the ribs. All I can do is take Aleve (which does not work on me--I got to try it when it was so new there was no OTC version) or Motrin (which makes me bleed internally) and wait. Maybe a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe a year.

I find that upsetting.

I also find it extremely upsetting that after 9 years on permanent disability, now that we have a Republican-dominated administration, I've suddenly gotten a letter stating that I have to prove I am still permanently disabled. W. T. F.??? Why the hell do these people think I was forced into a legal hearing over it in the first place? One that resulted in a ruling of PERMANENTLY UNABLE TO WORK. From a JUDGE. Not a social worker, not an agency, not a committee--a JUDGE.

Tell us about your SSRI experiences

Thank you, Snakey.

About five days of flu/head cold and the sinus pressure to go with. Worst. Headaches. Ever. I don't know that I would live with this kind of pain. My whiskers hurt. All the teeth on my left side are screaming. I can feel my eye blink from the top of my head all the way to my chin. I've took everything. Nothing helps. Can't sleep. Can't lay on my left side, and that's the side I sleep on most of the time. Anbesol helps the tooth part. For about five minutes.

Worst. Headaches. Ever.

Have you tried Claritin D?

That's Daddy's Little Helper when I'm feeling like you're feelin. Of course, it's a precursor to methamphetamine so you have to show ID to buy it over the counter, but it's Worth. Every. Penny.

But if you skip that and just go to methamphetamine, you won't have to show an ID.

FloNase smells like shit and costs $30 a bottle, but it gets the job done. You'll be draining within seconds.

*takes notes*

After I use Flonase daily for a few weeks, I get nosebleeds.

But it work amazingly up until then. The generic CVS brand version works great too and is slightly cheaper.

Simple saline spray used to work just as well for me, but I'm sworn off of all of them.

I'm a huge fan of neti pots, myself. But you have to use them daily for maintenance, they don't help much once you're completely blocked.

I tried Claritin back when I suffered worse from fall allergies (ragweed), never got any reflief with it.

Aaaaaanywho...the pressure is gone as of this morning sometime before 4. I know it was a little before four, because I woke up at four in a pool of cold snot.



Also, I don't buy anything (meds wise) I have to show ID for. It's nobody's business if I got a runny nose. Besides it just rubs me the wrong way, and the only thing I can do about it is not participate.

Remember, if your nose runs and your feet smell...you're upside down!

I'm so unhappy the skin around my eyes is raw from crying. I need the world to stop throwing unsolvable piles of shit at me and mine. I'm a fixer, not a hugger and when I can't fix shit I don't know what to do :(

sorry, I just needed to tell someone cos the world doesn't listen and seems to think I can handle it all and then some but I can't and no-one can help me

.......and less than 5 minutes from posting, another house fell on us :cry: wtf did I do????????? I'm really not a bad person, I'm not

well, I'm not anonymous, but I'm as personal as the internet can get--I'm so sorry you have houses and shit heaped on you. I'd help if I knew how. not prying, just sayin.

:hug:

IIRC things end up OK in the end, but there will be a few rough patches. ;) :comfort:

ooooo shiny!

everything's going wrong here. Miserable anyway, just because, then one boy in trouble at school -me row with teacher- more to follow.... then this evening both boys suffered academic rejections and girl opened large present from amazon to find it damaged. refund no problem but she's a student without a car and is supposed o repack it and haul it to a UPS store to ship it back first? and I'm getting attacked by a mosquito

Sorry monster. Sounds pretty shitty. :(

Damn. Sorry everyone. :(

Illegitimi non carborundum

Squash that mosquito with malice and aforethought. It's a small act but it'll make you feel better... Promise. :yesnod:

Rough spot, eh?

Crush some heads.

And that.