You put your pubes in it?
WTF were you planning on vaping?
Only natural ingredients, I'm sure.
Hope everything is OK, Andria! Let me know if we need a shovel and tarp!
You put your pubes in it?
WTF were you planning on vaping?
Hank's a bit sad. I guess I didn't pay close enough attention. The enclosure I ordered to make a parallel squonk is milled for a DNA board. Add this to the fact that it's just a short & curly too tight for the batts & a bottle (it's damn close tho
Hope everything is alright @AndriaD .....
Nothing is alright. Nothing has changed since this morning: her kidneys have shutdown, and her liver nearly so. When I sat with her earlier, I don't think she knew I was there.
We left the hospital 6pm when their 6-8pm rounds started, and will return at 8; hopefully she'll be awake enough to know I'm there.
Andria
Nothing is alright. Nothing has changed since this morning: her kidneys have shutdown, and her liver nearly so. When I sat with her earlier, I don't think she knew I was there.
We left the hospital 6pm when their 6-8pm rounds started, and will return at 8; hopefully she'll be awake enough to know I'm there.
Andria
So sorry to hear this Andria.Nothing is alright. Nothing has changed since this morning: her kidneys have shutdown, and her liver nearly so. When I sat with her earlier, I don't think she knew I was there.
We left the hospital 6pm when their 6-8pm rounds started, and will return at 8; hopefully she'll be awake enough to know I'm there.
Andria
I'm so sorry Andria. (((HUGS)))Nothing is alright. Nothing has changed since this morning: her kidneys have shutdown, and her liver nearly so. When I sat with her earlier, I don't think she knew I was there.
We left the hospital 6pm when their 6-8pm rounds started, and will return at 8; hopefully she'll be awake enough to know I'm there.
Andria
Congrats!Crap, ten minutes to midnight here - almost missed it: 9 months since my last smoke
Love your avi Moo!Good morning, Lurvly! I hope you have a splendid day.
Good morning to you too, Fugees. You know what to do.
Me and Amy go WAY back... She was always my avatar at ECF when I was Moueix there. I have a thing for talented female vocalists/pianists.Love your avi Moo!
Hey chick!HEY Atcha - long time no chat
Thanks Moo. I'll pop in more.Me and Amy go WAY back... She was always my avatar at ECF when I was Moueix there. I have a thing for talented female vocalists/pianists.
Welcome back to the fold!
Hey chick!
Made up some Blueberry custard. Nice.
just 3 drops of Flavorconcentrates blueberry in 15 ml of my world famous Vanilla Custard.
45 watts .3 stainless in a Velocity mini.
We just got home, after about 10 hrs at the hospital. No change since the morning. Kidneys shutdown, liver nearly so; one thing I had not been aware of, with her systemic infection, when she first got really sick, apparently she aspirated some vomit, and now also has infection in her lungs. Total systemic infection, very low blood pressure, erratic heartbeat. Full life support. I did go in and sit with her for about a half hour after we got back from dinner, and I'm pretty certain she knew I was there, she opened her eyes a few times, and squeezed my hand pretty hard a few times; there's still some strength in those mitts, it's just her whole body that's in the process of shutting down. Barring an authentic miracle, I have tremendous doubt that I'll ever see her alive again. I went in just briefly before we left, but I don't think she knew I was there, that time.
I believe in miracles, but I also know that human bodies can only stand so much, before they've just had enough. Her wishes are not to be kept alive artificially past any point of true recovery, which is why I think I won't see her alive again. But at least I'm pretty sure she knew I was there, and heard me tell her that I loved her; that was when she squeezed my hand.
I need to go do the dishes; life does go on, even in the midst of catastrophe. Since I don't drink, I'm contemplating half a hydrocodone along with half a phenergan. But maybe I'll settle for my usual nightly 3 dramamine and some chocolate mint cookies, and warm-milk cocoa before bed.
Andria
A very hard time Andria,We just got home, after about 10 hrs at the hospital. No change since the morning. Kidneys shutdown, liver nearly so; one thing I had not been aware of, with her systemic infection, when she first got really sick, apparently she aspirated some vomit, and now also has infection in her lungs. Total systemic infection, very low blood pressure, erratic heartbeat. Full life support. I did go in and sit with her for about a half hour after we got back from dinner, and I'm pretty certain she knew I was there, she opened her eyes a few times, and squeezed my hand pretty hard a few times; there's still some strength in those mitts, it's just her whole body that's in the process of shutting down. Barring an authentic miracle, I have tremendous doubt that I'll ever see her alive again. I went in just briefly before we left, but I don't think she knew I was there, that time.
I believe in miracles, but I also know that human bodies can only stand so much, before they've just had enough. Her wishes are not to be kept alive artificially past any point of true recovery, which is why I think I won't see her alive again. But at least I'm pretty sure she knew I was there, and heard me tell her that I loved her; that was when she squeezed my hand.
I need to go do the dishes; life does go on, even in the midst of catastrophe. Since I don't drink, I'm contemplating half a hydrocodone along with half a phenergan. But maybe I'll settle for my usual nightly 3 dramamine and some chocolate mint cookies, and warm-milk cocoa before bed.
Andria
Thanks for sharing those pictures with us.Here's some pics I wanted to share.
The whole famdamily, xmas 1988 -- our son's first xmas.
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Mama and my son, 2006, just after he graduated from high school:
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Xmas 2014:
Mama on the right, the oft-mentioned aunt Betty on the left:
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Mama and that wild man I'm married to: (you can almost see my stepfather behind him!)
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Mama with her xmas loot (she looks half in the bag, but was actually half asleep):
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Andria
Well there is 2 minutes of my life gone....He told her he was thinking about a full commitment. What happened next will disappoint you..
I'm so so sorry Andria. My thoughts and prayers continue to be with you.We just got home, after about 10 hrs at the hospital. No change since the morning. Kidneys shutdown, liver nearly so; one thing I had not been aware of, with her systemic infection, when she first got really sick, apparently she aspirated some vomit, and now also has infection in her lungs. Total systemic infection, very low blood pressure, erratic heartbeat. Full life support. I did go in and sit with her for about a half hour after we got back from dinner, and I'm pretty certain she knew I was there, she opened her eyes a few times, and squeezed my hand pretty hard a few times; there's still some strength in those mitts, it's just her whole body that's in the process of shutting down. Barring an authentic miracle, I have tremendous doubt that I'll ever see her alive again. I went in just briefly before we left, but I don't think she knew I was there, that time.
I believe in miracles, but I also know that human bodies can only stand so much, before they've just had enough. Her wishes are not to be kept alive artificially past any point of true recovery, which is why I think I won't see her alive again. But at least I'm pretty sure she knew I was there, and heard me tell her that I loved her; that was when she squeezed my hand.
I need to go do the dishes; life does go on, even in the midst of catastrophe. Since I don't drink, I'm contemplating half a hydrocodone along with half a phenergan. But maybe I'll settle for my usual nightly 3 dramamine and some chocolate mint cookies, and warm-milk cocoa before bed.
Andria
Me too Moo, me too.That all doesn't sound so good, Andria. You seem to be preparing as well as could be for the possible loss of your Mom. Gah, tell her you love her as many times as she will listen. I wish I had told mine that, just ONCE more. It seems to still be stuck in my throat.
Well there is 2 minutes of my life gone....
And it really makes no difference
Quick question @Robert Cromwell
Why you let PusFace post in your new national anthem thread?
A fun discussion quickly deteriorates into a revisionist history lesson
Kinda like a youtube video titled Nasa Proves that NIbru exists!That's the full score. Not just the intro, but when you know they got sucked in for the full show...
Kinda like a youtube video titled Nasa Proves that NIbru exists!
Watched on of those... no NASA at all. Just two dump asses talking.
Doesn't prove it does exist either.Oh, that was N.A.S.A. Nerds Against Showing Anything. It doesn't mean that Nibru DOESN'T exist, Bob.
Awe sweetie. I'll be praying for you. Hang in there. Big hugs...We just got home, after about 10 hrs at the hospital. No change since the morning. Kidneys shutdown, liver nearly so; one thing I had not been aware of, with her systemic infection, when she first got really sick, apparently she aspirated some vomit, and now also has infection in her lungs. Total systemic infection, very low blood pressure, erratic heartbeat. Full life support. I did go in and sit with her for about a half hour after we got back from dinner, and I'm pretty certain she knew I was there, she opened her eyes a few times, and squeezed my hand pretty hard a few times; there's still some strength in those mitts, it's just her whole body that's in the process of shutting down. Barring an authentic miracle, I have tremendous doubt that I'll ever see her alive again. I went in just briefly before we left, but I don't think she knew I was there, that time.
I believe in miracles, but I also know that human bodies can only stand so much, before they've just had enough. Her wishes are not to be kept alive artificially past any point of true recovery, which is why I think I won't see her alive again. But at least I'm pretty sure she knew I was there, and heard me tell her that I loved her; that was when she squeezed my hand.
I need to go do the dishes; life does go on, even in the midst of catastrophe. Since I don't drink, I'm contemplating half a hydrocodone along with half a phenergan. But maybe I'll settle for my usual nightly 3 dramamine and some chocolate mint cookies, and warm-milk cocoa before bed.
Andria
GM spanky!GM GFY
Hard to think of things to say at times like these, as Juicy said, we all will be facing the loss of our parents, some sooner than others and will feel the pain you are feeling, sending you a bigNothing is alright. Nothing has changed since this morning: her kidneys have shutdown, and her liver nearly so. When I sat with her earlier, I don't think she knew I was there.
We left the hospital 6pm when their 6-8pm rounds started, and will return at 8; hopefully she'll be awake enough to know I'm there.
Andria
Whiskey, thanks for the laugh this morning!
Hard to think of things to say at times like these, as Juicy said, we all will be facing the loss of our parents, some sooner than others and will feel the pain you are feeling, sending you a big
It was, thanks.YW Lynn, I felt like it was needed
Perhaps an AA meeting? I am sure that others there have been thru losing a loved one and not dealing with it by using alcohol?Y'know, cigarettes were the hardest addiction I've ever had to break, and I've battled a few. Yet in the midst of all this crap I'm living right now, I don't even think of a cigarette, which I haven't had in over 2 yrs. I think of wanting the comfort of alcohol, which I haven't touched in over 24 yrs. Maybe because I have a good substitute for the cigarettes, but there's really no substitute for brain anesthesia... at least none that I want, anyway. I do have those hydrocodones stashed in the fridge, left over from the appendectomy, but I try to save them for pain they can actually help; they don't do shit for grief. At least I slept very deeply last night, after only 4 hrs the night before. I was worried that the constant leakage of fluids from my eyes would cause leg-cramp problems, as I had the night before (part of the reason for only getting 4 hrs sleep), but I forced myself to drink as much water as I could last evening, and that apparently helped a lot; I just fell in a deep dark hole when I lay down, and didn't open my eyes till sometime after 8am.
Andria
I'm so sorry Andria. I lost my mom over 4 years ago, and my dad when I was 12. It IS very difficult. Crying helped a lot. Keep drinking water, and let yourself splurge on something, like your cocoa, or whatever you enjoy that does NOT contain alcohol. Hugs and more hugs.Y'know, cigarettes were the hardest addiction I've ever had to break, and I've battled a few. Yet in the midst of all this crap I'm living right now, I don't even think of a cigarette, which I haven't had in over 2 yrs. I think of wanting the comfort of alcohol, which I haven't touched in over 24 yrs. Maybe because I have a good substitute for the cigarettes, but there's really no substitute for brain anesthesia... at least none that I want, anyway. I do have those hydrocodones stashed in the fridge, left over from the appendectomy, but I try to save them for pain they can actually help; they don't do shit for grief. At least I slept very deeply last night, after only 4 hrs the night before. I was worried that the constant leakage of fluids from my eyes would cause leg-cramp problems, as I had the night before (part of the reason for only getting 4 hrs sleep), but I forced myself to drink as much water as I could last evening, and that apparently helped a lot; I just fell in a deep dark hole when I lay down, and didn't open my eyes till sometime after 8am.
Andria
I'm so sorry Andria. I lost my mom over 4 years ago, and my dad when I was 12. It IS very difficult. Crying helped a lot. Keep drinking water, and let yourself splurge on something, like your cocoa, or whatever you enjoy that does NOT contain alcohol. Hugs and more hugs.
Yeah, I really don't think I'm in any danger of drinking; I'm really not that person anymore. And I accepted a long time ago that life is filled with both joy and sorrow; you cannot have one without the other. But knowing that is easy; enduring the sorrow is not. Mainly I'm just so angry that she refused to modify anything about her life, totally ignoring the diabetes as hard as she could; she didn't have to die this young, if she'd only taken responsibilty for her health like an adult -- these days, 75 is really not that old -- my aunt Betty is going to be 84 in a couple weeks, and though she has some health problems, she deals with them as an adult, taking responsibility.
But if nothing else, this only strengthens my own resolve to be proactive about my weight and my diet and my health. And triples my determination to go out with a massive heart attack that just fells me in my tracks, so I never have to endure the hell that my mom has been going thru all week, hooked up to every form of medical technology that exists, pretty much.
I talked to my stepfather a few minutes ago, and it looks like they might try last-ditch dialysis; it won't save her, but might give her a few more hours, so that perhaps I can be there with her this evening, before she passes.
Andria