The lifestyle he led would likely make him seek medical help.

She has a website that I found interesting. I was intrigued by the description of how she draws fat people without offending.

I'd have just parked them in, I've also pulled up and touched their bumper then shoved their car out of the way. The perks of having a shit box beater.

I am too.

Your finger? Not so much. ;)

My comment wasn't intended to be remotely dismissive. I meant that it sounded like a really difficult thing to deal with.

They have estimated 10 more days in ICU, then a long hospital stay followed by therapy, but he is walking a little.

I am taking my father back to Ontario next weekend, to live in a retirement residence. Not a totally bad situation, in fact it'll be far better than what he has now; but not what I'd promised or anticipated.

I brought him to live with me just over two years ago after he'd been alone for 4 years, and my thought was that he'd live out his life here. But since being fired and having to start a new business 40 miles away, and being away very long hours, it's not tenable for him to continue like this. He's too frail. He doesn't cook for himself. He has weak legs due to neuropathy, and he's prone to falls; if he falls while I'm away for 12 hours, he'll just lie there.

So he has to enter assisted living, because the home care people in our county are scary and not an option. We looked at assisted living nearby, but his Canadian income doesn't stretch to cover costs with the current exchange, and he's too proud to let us help (we have no income right now and for the foreseeable future). So it's back to Ontario.

This is one more indirect consequence of those shitheads who did what they did last October. I drive past that big new building that's on my way to and from everything, it's so close to my house - the building I helped design and should have been working in now - and I have a very hard time not ill-wishing the bunch of them.

We never know how things will go in life, and I couldn't keep this promise. But it is definitely hard. My father will be alone in his new residence and city. He'll be back in Ontario but will have no health insurance for 3 months, so heaven help him if something happens within that time frame. It's a little-known fact that Ontario is absolute in its rejection of people without OHIP; they will turn away patients from the ER. There is no EMTALA there, or any comparable legislation. I hope he'll be all right for 3 months, or I'll have to spirit him back across the border for compassionate medical care.

All of which is to say that this breaking up of family is one more thing I lay at the feet of this local shithead 'health system'. It's not anything that can be compensated. Just a loss.

There is no reason not to, fuck 'em, they deserve it.


Ortho, check this out.

Are you accusing me of being remotely dismissive? Obviously I am, because I am nowhere near close enough to be locally dismissive.

not usre if this is ref my comment, but if it is, I share your feelings. The second part was a private joke with IM and you shouldn't be eavesdropping

Thanks, Bruce.

I'm getting really grumpy again.
Everything is upsetting me, or irritating me, or offending me.
So if I don't show up for a while, it's self-censorship.

I really want to go and see Mum, but I can't.
I need answers regarding my health, my finances, my future plans, but they are a long time coming.
I want to move away from this place, but I can't.
And I want it to be warm again - so MUCH. Something I never thought I'd say.

Oh and I want a nice dinner too, because why not ask for everything while you're at it.

Sympathy isn't asked for or expected. Practical solutions even less. I see someone who can set things in motion for me tomorrow. Today I'm just down, but I'm trying to recognise the pattern. And the pattern says - do your moaning in private for now.

I feel ya! So many things are irritating me. I too want answers about my health (not in so dire straits as you but there are things I want to take care of/check out, and I can't) and I want my finances to make sense and I want a future that doesn't include dying of a heart attack in 3 years and good GAWD I want to move I hate where I am so much and it's falling apart piece by piece...and so am I.

And I want it to be warm again too. And damn what I would give for a nice steak dinner with a nice guy.

Right now I want a big fluffy teddy bear to cuddle and cry on. Preferably in a Johnny Depp shape.

Hang in there, Sundae. :) :hug:

If it gets bad pm me.

A school friend, one of the best, who I reconnected with on Fookbace a few years ago is dying of cancer. Tonight. Tomorrow. Soon. Diagnosed at the end of October.
FUCK CANCER.
That is all.


Sent by thought transference