And if she doesn't get the response she wants, she just keeps repeating herself. If I am not appropriately outraged by whatever craziness she's perpetuating, it's like she thinks if she keeps telling me, I'll understand. @@

Kinda makes me wannaa transplant bits of my mind into yours so I can be a fly on the wall of your brain while you try managing communication with her the way I manage communication and behavior with the folks who live in the group homes.

Steph, they may not have given you settings to prevent overprinting.

I wondered about that, but I still circle back to -- if the settings weren't set to prevent overprinting, why has it never happened before?

Here's a good source on overprinting problems (and really a lot of things GD related) [link]

I was googling like crazy last night until Tim came home and made me stop -- I saw that link, but didn't read too far into it because I was already completely brain-fried.

I'm going to read it now that I've had a good night's sleep and am calmer today. Thanks!

Yay, Trudy! I'm glad the pain is beginning to subside.

It's totally probable that a setting somewhere was changed or reset. But at least the stuff at that link will let you know what you're looking for.

X-posting from Natter, but with people suffering loss etc. a friend sent me this link yesterday (you may not want to read it at work as it will likely make you cry). It's about loss and reaching out and getting "unstuck" [link]

(you may not want to read it at work as it will likely make you cry)

Heh. I read the link in Natter before I came to Bitches, and I did indeed read it and I am still indeed crying. Not in a bad way. Not in a good way. Just...you know.

I thought people here would like it, because I think here is where a lot of us really feel we can reach out and hang on tight. Loves me some buffistas, I do, and don't know what I would do or who I would be without them.

{{{Jilli}}}}

I'm caught up and was able to bring furry Mal home for observation. The hospital wanted to keep him until he passed whatever the obstruction is, but they were done with iv fluids and his kidney levels are back to normal, so it's just a waiting game. He's had some food, so now either he passes it on his own (yay! go poo!) or he starts hoarking again and gets cut open (boo! kitty surgery bad). He looks pathetic with his shaved foreleg but far less pathetic than when i had to leave him last night with an iv taped to his leg and soft collar that made him look like a pathetic clown or demented flower. Nico is following him around, sniffing at his butt where the fur is still matted with whatever got glopped onto him at the vet hospital (i think some antiseptic for a urine draw plus lube for temperature taking.) I've tried cleaning his butt with a warm wet paper towel but he's having none of it. Too much manhandling all night. He's really enjoying sitting in front of the heating vent on a towel i put there for his lounging comfort. Much appreciation for the ~ma, please keep it coming...i really want him to stay home, safe, un-cut-open.

Go Mal! Go poop!

{{{{ Jilli }}}} Not sure what else to say on that, but you have all of our love and support in here.

Much ~ma for furry Mal, erin!

Erin, your experience with Xanax sounds much like mine with Valium! Happiness in a bottle and no hangover. I dread running out and having some overzealous doctor refuse to refill the prescription.

Steph, I feel ya on the printer issues. Once our printer overprinted our society logo in black; big black box on the front cover. Nice. They had no explanation for it, either. It shouldn't happen; if you didn't do anything different then it sure'z'hell ain't your fault.