Not a lot of husbands have wives as supportive and loving as you, and not just in the last few weeks, but all through your time together.Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
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Not a lot of husbands have wives as supportive and loving as you, and not just in the last few weeks, but all through your time together.Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
Roxy
Mimi,
Hoping for the best for your DH. You are a great partner to him, and that can only help. Stay strong!
Mimi - is it possible the first doctor is letting RD's age color his opinion? Meaning, he does not realize that RD is probably in better shape the half of the nation's teenagers, and instead is thinking "feeble older man".
I'm so glad to hear he is doing so well, I know this is a difficult time for you. Take care of yourself.
the first Doctor came into d's hospital room while D was pedaling his bike on the trainer and said "I like to see you on your bike". He also knows about the 100k and all the other bike rides that D has done recently. No, they all know how fit he is. He is the one who said "I have never seen anyone come through this chemo as well as you have."
but if you go by the staging rules... that's what he's doing.
I love that Don has bike & trainer in his hospital room!
that's past tense. he's home now, done with chemo ... hopefully forever but who knows.Quote:
Originally Posted by NbyNW
Dearest Body:
The faster you adjust to the relative cold and work out this "sleep" thing, the better. I don't think we can set mileage records this month, but I'd like to ride. Next weekend, 'kay?
Dear buddy,
Way to go! I knew you'd sail through your surgery when it finally happened. There's a long, long road ahead, but that's one major step in the right direction. Next stop: transplant list!
PS--the RN implied that the drugs will make you forget most of your recent time in the ICU, but I hope the dumb jokes, bad movies, and silly card games with your many visitors brought you some comfort and distraction in the moment. :)
also:
Dear universe,
It'd be awful and selfish of me to hope for someone else to die so that my friend can live, but would it be ok of me to hope that if someone is going to meet a tragic end anyway, they're an organ donor and a match? :(
nah, we're ALL going to die. Me, I'd like to be useful after i die, so don't worry, your wishing isn't going to make any more people leave the earth plane, we're all going to anyway. Just wish for more people to become organ donors!Quote:
Originally Posted by badgercat
yay for your friend! And no, it's not selfish. I always believe that when the universe says your time is up, its up and no matter what you do to dodge it, it'll come get you anyway. So if someone has to die, at least let something good come out of it. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by badgercat
Thanks, ladies. I was proud to check off the "organ donor" box when I applied for my first driver's license at age 16. If "my number comes up" suddenly, I want them to send my parts to as many others as possible! Recent experiences have only solidified that belief for me--this is my first direct experience with someone needing a transplant. In the mean time, I donated blood last week... I'm going to try to start doing that more regularly.
Dear Occupy Wall Street,
Please stop stealing from our farmer's market vendors.
Railing against corporate greed is fine, but in reality the only businesses you are hurting are small farms and falafel street vendors.
Dear Vet: You know that I generally love all the vets and techs at your practice, but I'm disappointed this time around. The two drugs you prescribed are contraindicated for one another, as they both increase serotonin uptake, leading to serotonin syndrome. Thankfully, Henry didn't react as badly as he might have, but he was still really not himself yesterday, making a bad situation seem even worse. I just wish I'd done a bit of research on my own before giving him the second drug. But isn't that what I rely on you for?
And what's with not calling to check up on us? I used to get a call after nearly every sick-kitty visit to check on our progress, but all you have been mum this time around. I know with with of the vets going on maternity leave, you're all probably having to take up some slack, but it's a noticeable drop in service. In any event, please call with his test results soon.
Thank you.
Boy, I'm on a roll in this thread....
Dear In-laws:
For the love of God, please try something new for a change. I was hoping with your upcoming visit that we could perhaps do something outside your norm, i.e., outside the cheap kitsch that is Nashville, Indiana or the (God help me) packed outlet mall. I thought by suggesting an antiques mall in Indy that I wouldn't be straying too far outside your comfort zone, but I guessed wrong apparently. Yes, their website has a few pictures of Victorian pieces, but that doesn't mean that the entire mall is "too fancy." But what does it matter anyway? None of us are in the market to buy anything more than a tricket; it's just someplace to go and something to do that's slightly more interesting than mindless shopping with the masses. Live a little for Pete's sake.
Signed,
Your increasingly annoyed DIL
Badgercat- very happy for your friend and if there is anything we can do, let me know.
Mimi- hope that Don is definitely done with chemo and the future course of treatment is clear (and successful).
Dear Self,
Trying out Trader Joe's prepared pizza crust dough was a good idea. You did indeed have artichokes, olives, and other good things to put on it.
Forgetting that the instructions said "lightly oil the pan" was not a good idea. Perhaps it's time for new pizza pan.
Dear Self,
For the first time since cycling you are getting somewhere! You aren't getting sicker than a dog after a ride, dying of oxygen half-way up a tiny hill, falling off a bike (well, Friday I fell over doing a wheelie in the grass w/mountain bike) going through 2 full bottles off water and you've only done a mile, and you aren't sleeping off a 2 mile ride for 3 days straight.
It's taken all summer to get this far and the past couple of days of have been wonderful.
Dear Allergies,
You showed up this summer since I've been outside and I hate you. Now that the tractors are out harvesting, you've really made my life miserable. Go away.
Dear body/brain:
Please, please, please stop magically waking up at 10PM after being tired all day. I won't be able to sleep, and I was going to start an exercise regimen this week. And I wonder WHY we spend all day being tired...maybe because I have to get up at 7am? The fact that you're suddenly awake and want to do things is not helping this!
Not-dear program coordinator:
On Friday, you told us that we could turn in the papers at the end of the quarter in one batch. Today, you told us that we had to turn one in at the end of each rotation, but would give us until Friday. There's a big difference. How are we supposed to turn in our paper on the last day of the rotation if we haven't actually finished the rotation until the day we're supposed to turn it in, since we're supposed to write about what we did/saw/were shown?
While we're on the topic, please stop acting like all of this should be obvious, because it isn't. NOWHERE is this written down--I checked the handbooks and the calendar you gave us. Stop being a jerk.
Dear self:
Learn to play politics and stop being so shy. Getting through grad school in a manner favorable to your future requires it.
Not-dear professor:
ARGH.
Dear classmates:
Seriously, grow up.
Right there with you Indy, I take my mom shopping on Sundays... Aldi and Wal Mart (with an occasional side trip to Kohls) every frigging week! I suggest doing something a bit different and get looked at like I'm suggesting she shave her head and get a tattoo. *sigh*Quote:
Originally Posted by indysteel
forget oil - coarse corn meal works great - and it's even better if you forget the pan and use a pizza stone too.... just be prepared to set off your smoke alarm if you don't have a good exhaust fan....Quote:
Originally Posted by PamNY
Apparently, my in-laws have now "relented" and have agreed to go to the antique mall. I look forward to being held responsible if they don't enjoy it. I'm going to try not to take it personally. What I've learned over the last couple of years is that there is no pleasing them. Even when they do exaclty what they want to do, they don't appear to enjoy themselves. For our last visit, we met them in Nashville, Indiana on a weekend when we were camping/mtbing at a nearby park. They drove 2 1/2 hours and spent 2 hours with us before heading back. After they left, I said to DH: "I feel bad; they didn't seem to be having any fun." To which he replied: "When do they ever seem to have fun?" Good point.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pax
I get all worked up when I have to spend time with them, in part because their attitude about life just thoroughly depresses me. While they do have some health issues, they act like they're a good 10-15 years older than they are (MIL is in her late 60s; FIL is in his early 70s). They don't do much with their time and certainly little out of the ordinary. They have no outside living area at their home, so they mostly just sit in a dimly lit room all day. For fun, they might go to Subway for lunch and then to Walmart. My FIL, in particular, worries about everything and never relaxes. He has to be in control of every little thing. Every. Little. Thing. It's maddening.
In that regard, he and I have butted heads a few times already. His only son--my husband--is a pretty laid back guy. I think he mostly just tunes him out and does what he wants. His wife is mostly passive. I, however, am not. I like boundaries. I like to be treated like the 42 year-old adult that I am. His son is younger than me by more than a few years, and I don't know that either of his parents were quite prepared for him to marry an older woman with an established home and successful career. I've tried to cut them slack, but when push comes to shove, I'm not afraid to assert myself or ask that he back off. I'd like to think that we're past the worst of that, but it's taken a toll on our relationship all the same.
Anyway, I struggle with all of this. My own parents are very challenging, too. I have to admit that I had hoped to marry into a more functional family than my own. While I wouldn't go so far as to say that my in-laws are bad people or bad parents, they aren't exactly enjoyable or wholly emotionally healthy either. Admittedly, I have my own flaws, too, and I need to be more forgiving of them and kinder. I can be inflexible in my own way. So, lots of important stuff to work on......
Dear Press,
She's home. Stop repeating the story. I suppose it's asking too much to leave the chickie alone so she can wrap her head around breathing PNW air instead of Italian prison air.
Dear A,
I'm certain the press is falling all over itself about wanting to tell your story, making appointments to be on all the talk shows and all that, but remember, you made some dumb decisions that landed you in that mess.
Dear Ohio historical project review lady:
Ok, we've established that I'm a moron, so can we get past that and you just explain to me how to (essentially) do your job for you? I hope making me cry made your day, because it pretty much ruined mine.
Signed,
the idiot in Colorado
Dear Starbucks,
The irony that I went to get coffee to cheer myself up, and your cup is slowly leaking all over my desk from the seam in the bottom...I don't even know what to say. I'm going to go curl up in bed and wait for this week to be over.
Awww Jess,
Sorry for your crappy week. Hope things improve, and soon. :(
Dear whatever bug is going around this time...seriously. STOP. I'm down (again), my co-teacher is down (again as well) and all the kids in class are going down one by one (YET AGAIN). We're all sick of being sick. GO AWAY.
On the bright side, we survived a month without anyone falling ill by paranoidly wiping everything down with alcohol every day, making the kids wash their hands every time we catch their fingers near their mouths and noses and using large amounts of that hospital grade hand sanitizer ourselves. So I guess that's one step in the right direction somewhere.
(((Jess))). I hate when something makes me cry at work, especially when it's about work. I feel lousy for days. Hang in there.
(((Alexis))). I hope you and everyone else at school starts feeling better soon and that you stay that way.
Dear Seattle -
Please come take your weather back.
Love,
The SF Bay Area
Quote:
Originally Posted by maillotpois
Pffft.... you think it's actually nice up here right now or something... we don't need to take it back.... we've already got it...
Torn back mucle please quit waking me up at 3:00 to 4:00 a.m. every morning! I'm getting tired. I would like my sleep.
Dear right palm,
I know you've a bit of arthritis, and because of you I can't have road bars on my bikes. I've been really good dealing with you and have indeed pampered you. What do you think was behind part of those weight exercises and flexibility work at the gym?
I've the biggest weekend of the year coming up. I AM going to ride my mountain bike tomorrow. Twice, before and after lunch. I AM going to ride it again on Saturday. AND hike. I AM going to have a great time volunteering for 12 hours on Sunday at a great mountain bike event.
So. Cease. And. Desist. I suppose I can't complain since you don't flare often, and Uncle Art has settled in my palm rather than my fingers...but still. We will both be much happier if you will settle down just a little more, and thank you for subsiding so much in the past few days. Thank you, just a little more please?
Besides, whoever heard of having arthritis in the PALM anyway? Guess I am just strange all-around :rolleyes:
Dear Self,
You can make it through this week without going crazy....end of assignments til next year :)...One exam at the end of the month...We can handle it.
Dear Upper body,
I've treated you so well over the past few months & we've made such good progress. Please don't flare up even more when i'm doing assignments this weekend...:(.
Dear part of a kg..
Could you please go away....9 1/2kg's is nice but i'd like 10 to be gone..
Thanks
I'm sorry you're hurting. Do you think it could be a nerve issue, e.g., carpal tunnel? My palms still hurt from my days on the Moots, and I'm pretty sure it's all nerve related. There are some stretches you can do that can help a bit. For instance, hold your arm out in front with your palm face out and your fingers pointed up. With your other hand, gently stretch your fingers back toward you and hold. You should feel the stretch at the base of your hand/top of your wrist.Quote:
Originally Posted by Catrin
Dear car,
I was really looking forward to a bike ride in this beautiful weather today. Instead I got to deal with wreckers, mechanics and rental car people. You're getting traded in, you worthless piece of s***.
Dear Oakleaf,Quote:
Originally Posted by OakLeaf
I feel your pain. Both my and my brother's cars died last week. So tired of dealing with cars.
Back to bikes. :)
Dear People of the World:
I know there are big problems out there, but never mind. One of you is going to buy my condo eventually, so why not just get on with it? Then you will have a fine place to live and you'll be able to do other stuff. (and so will I).
Dear self:
We're riding next weekend, okay? Unless it rains heavily or something.
Dear Knee and opposite hip,
Obviously standing around for 3 hours today while helping set up and cheer-on a 5K race was not a good idea. You've had some ibuprophen and the feet are now propped up, you can stop hurting anytime now.
In my neck of the woods I don't see that happening for a looooong time. I found a property manager so I can go do other stuff. This downturn is hurting everyone but hurts the "entry level" market most. The "entry level" in real estate is a single family home.Quote:
Originally Posted by malkin
I don't want to be a downer but until we have jobs to create demand for housing and reduce inventory I don't see that changing.
And even if someone wants to buy my newly remodeled by a designer (me) energy efficient bike commuters dream condo I'm constantly and drastically undercut by repos, short sales and foreclosures.
But if anyone here wants to rent in the East Bay, ask me. :rolleyes:
To whom it may concern
THANK YOU
The weather today was phenomenal for our 10th 100 kilometer permanent of the year.
We got just enough rain to remind ourselves that it IS the rainy season, and enough sun to put smiles on everyone's faces. Thanks for good company nice roads and generally tolerant motorists and dogs too lazy to run far. (and cute horses, llamas, cows, goats, sheep, and a few hawks)
Dear Me,
Whatever in this world made you think you could exist on this planet without a motorcycle? Yes the scooter is fun, but it's not a BIKE. So, time to dive into the search for a replacement... lets just hope honey gets a good job. :p
Now, don't be stupid like this again, you need a motorcycle like other people need air. Live with it.
Signed,
Disappointed in me