Sounds scary, but one of the first models of defibrillator kept my dad alive an additional 25 years after my mom was told he had less than a year to live.
Things that frustrate us all
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Sounds scary, but one of the first models of defibrillator kept my dad alive an additional 25 years after my mom was told he had less than a year to live.
^^ Yes, batteries to need to be replaced, but they truly are life-saving devices.
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...Aaaaaand it happens the very first time I go to use it!
I pulled up at my local convenience store and see that the main three parking spots are full (as usual at this time of day). There is also a car parked in the one handicap spot with a woman sitting in it (and no visible parking permit). There is an open spot right next to it, the last spot, period, so I get out and hobble in front of her SUV. Apparently, her boyfriend or husband had gotten into the vehicle just while I was getting ready to get out of mine. I stare and call out loudly, "Are you handicapped?!?" and they look at me with an embarrassed look and drive away.
No, I don't know for certain if either of them has a right to use that spot, but I suspect that given the look they returned to me, they didn't. The clerk that was emptying trash right behind them also looked at me like, yeah, sorry. Happens all the time.
I used to carry little pieces of paper that I'd put on car windows that were parked in handicapped spots that didn't show a visible tag that let them know that there are people that actually NEED those spots. A cop asked me what was in my glove compartment when I was getting my insurance card out once. I showed him. He was ready to nail me on impersonating a disabled person but said nothing when I showed him one of the slips.
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...Aaaaaand it happens the very first time I go to use it!
I pulled up at my local convenience store and see that the main three parking spots are full (as usual at this time of day). There is also a car parked in the one handicap spot with a woman sitting in it (and no visible parking permit). There is an open spot right next to it, the last spot, period, so I get out and hobble in front of her SUV. Apparently, her boyfriend or husband had gotten into the vehicle just while I was getting ready to get out of mine. I stare and call out loudly, "Are you handicapped?!?" and they look at me with an embarrassed look and drive away.
No, I don't know for certain if either of them has a right to use that spot, but I suspect that given the look they returned to me, they didn't. The clerk that was emptying trash right behind them also looked at me like, yeah, sorry. Happens all the time.
I used to carry little pieces of paper that I'd put on car windows that were parked in handicapped spots that didn't show a visible tag that let them know that there are people that actually NEED those spots. A cop asked me what was in my glove compartment when I was getting my insurance card out once. I showed him. He was ready to nail me on impersonating a disabled person but said nothing when I showed him one of the slips.
Weigh-in time at the doctor's office. 
^ I hate it when that happens.
Same here. Needing some one to get drunk with and get stuff off my chest, but he’s having a worse time of it than me.A friend is suffering.
Noisy neighbour started up last night. There are about half a dozen songs, maybe more, that he's constantly played over the last three years. Each one can be played at least three times in a night.
Last night, he played Shotgun by George Ezra. That's his favourite. It makes me physically uncomfortable whenever I hear it because it can loop. Then he played Stolen Dance by Milky Chance. He shouted out 'let's go' as well.
Earlier, he argued with his girlfriend. I knew it would manifest in loud music after 11 pm. That's usually a pattern but not always. There is noise at specific times of the day and night and it can rotate to different days of the week.
I was under the impression that he was on a final warning from the local authority. The loud music and arguments had mostly stopped for months. (There were mild incidents now and then but nothing chronic.) I don't think he cares though.
It triggers a lot of anxiety in me. My cholesterol actually went up even though I switched to a healthier diet to reduce the stress. Last night I was worried that I was gonna be forced awake until 5 am. Luckily it didn't happen but I don't want to go through the worst of the noise again.
Then, I realised that my parents have moved house twice since the trouble started. My sis has also recently just moved house.
Last night, he played Shotgun by George Ezra. That's his favourite. It makes me physically uncomfortable whenever I hear it because it can loop. Then he played Stolen Dance by Milky Chance. He shouted out 'let's go' as well.
Earlier, he argued with his girlfriend. I knew it would manifest in loud music after 11 pm. That's usually a pattern but not always. There is noise at specific times of the day and night and it can rotate to different days of the week.
I was under the impression that he was on a final warning from the local authority. The loud music and arguments had mostly stopped for months. (There were mild incidents now and then but nothing chronic.) I don't think he cares though.
It triggers a lot of anxiety in me. My cholesterol actually went up even though I switched to a healthier diet to reduce the stress. Last night I was worried that I was gonna be forced awake until 5 am. Luckily it didn't happen but I don't want to go through the worst of the noise again.
Then, I realised that my parents have moved house twice since the trouble started. My sis has also recently just moved house.
Went to an ocean bay to scatter ashes and say good-bye to a family member, via a boat.
So, the boating area as a walk to docking, and a long one leading out into the bay for fishing.
The boat comes over, some douchebag sitting on the dock walk, waves them to drive around. He had a line cast out.
Line gets tangled in the propeller anyway. Douchebag complaints and acts like a spoiled teenage jackass about it and going on about how much line he lost.
Fuck you , asshole. Had you been fishing off the pier built for people to fish off of, that wouldn't have been the problem. Surely he saw the urn of ashes.
I'm only sorry he didn't get pulled in with the tangled line.
So, the boating area as a walk to docking, and a long one leading out into the bay for fishing.
The boat comes over, some douchebag sitting on the dock walk, waves them to drive around. He had a line cast out.
Line gets tangled in the propeller anyway. Douchebag complaints and acts like a spoiled teenage jackass about it and going on about how much line he lost.
Fuck you , asshole. Had you been fishing off the pier built for people to fish off of, that wouldn't have been the problem. Surely he saw the urn of ashes.
I'm only sorry he didn't get pulled in with the tangled line.
I don't have any friends, except the one, my best friend of over 20 years, who is on the other side of the country and is horribly ill. I can't call her because her hearing is bad; I can only email her. She only has a few years left, at best ,so I'm certainly not going to complain to her about anything. Plus, she doesn't remember most of what I tell her, anyway. I will get to visit her in May. She and her husband will put me up in their house--I get the whole second floor to myself, and we will do things together during her "good" window of a few hours. When she passes, I will be devastated. I know I was a small part of her life but she is/was my one friend.
I'm home alone--just me and my cat--all day. Work is down to 2 or 3 days a week, at most and some weeks I don't get any work at all. But I've been doing this for so long, I'm not qualified for anything else and not physically well enough to do the retail jobs I used to do for extra cash. I'm in constant pain--some days are better than others--so I can't physically do much for any length of time.
Hubby works 10-12 hours a day and spends Friday nights and one Sunday a month with his friends. I have no one to go out with, no one to talk to, and our neighbors are all far younger & have kids. My nieces are grown, except for the youngest, but they don't give a crap about me now that I can't buy them things. Plus they live on the other side of the country, so I'm not part of their lives.
I had two friends here in town but they don't speak to me anymore. I've tried organizing get-togethers but they are always busy. We all live about 45 minutes from each other but I haven't physically seen one of them in over a year---I think that's a hint.
I'm home alone with nothing to look forward to and the only friend I have is a Maine Coon.
I'm home alone--just me and my cat--all day. Work is down to 2 or 3 days a week, at most and some weeks I don't get any work at all. But I've been doing this for so long, I'm not qualified for anything else and not physically well enough to do the retail jobs I used to do for extra cash. I'm in constant pain--some days are better than others--so I can't physically do much for any length of time.
Hubby works 10-12 hours a day and spends Friday nights and one Sunday a month with his friends. I have no one to go out with, no one to talk to, and our neighbors are all far younger & have kids. My nieces are grown, except for the youngest, but they don't give a crap about me now that I can't buy them things. Plus they live on the other side of the country, so I'm not part of their lives.
I had two friends here in town but they don't speak to me anymore. I've tried organizing get-togethers but they are always busy. We all live about 45 minutes from each other but I haven't physically seen one of them in over a year---I think that's a hint.
I'm home alone with nothing to look forward to and the only friend I have is a Maine Coon.
That happens to me all the time. I wake up with an imperative need to urinate 30 minutes before the time programmed so by the time I make the trip to the toilet and back to my bed I am too awake for the few minutes left to be of any good to me...
Sorry auntiehill. I'm glad you have your kitty to hang out with. Sometimes our pets are our most loyal friends.
I often find when it comes to new and improved grocery products they are anything but new and improved. But I suspect that has more to do with me simply preferring the taste of the old recipe because I was used to it.
“New and improved” often means “lesser quality, but cheaper for us to make, thereby increasing our profits without needing to raise prices”.
TBH, I *still* haven’t gotten over the change they made years ago to the chocolate in Lowney’s Bridge Mix. (But to be fair, it’s probably better for me that I don’t eat it anymore!)
TBH, I *still* haven’t gotten over the change they made years ago to the chocolate in Lowney’s Bridge Mix. (But to be fair, it’s probably better for me that I don’t eat it anymore!)
Yep. I don't mind them, but honestly... the change wasn't needed.
Wish they'd do that with Hershey's chocolate. That stuff is horrible.