Meep, poor Grace! That sounds terrifying for everyone involved. I hope tonight holds no exciting developments, just stable recovery.
I got fuck-all done today, but that is fine. Actually, that is not even true, I got a little done, just not as much as I would have liked. So it goes. Using my vacation to rest as well as try to catch up on all the stuff I am failing at is okay.
Definitely scary. Luckily the ENT was walking by in the middle of the panic as well as the Child Life person that Grace adores. So when she saw them, she started to calm down.
Aww, Grace. Such a big transition for her.
I've seen that, though, women continually complaining about their significant other.
I see this so much with men and women. Good grief, if the mate is such a loser why do you stay? Then again, more often these same people complain about their jobs, the restaurant, and every thing else. Some people just wanna bitch.
In Laura land, there is a spectacular sunset out the window and I am too lazy to walk outside and enjoy it.
Some people just wanna bitch.
And some people dwell in that place of external locus of control, which prompts the complaining, maybe. I don't complain about the things I can fix. The more I feel I can fix the less I complain? Maybe?
WRT Juliebird's intern - knowing you were gonna meet him, maybe she (even subconsciously) wanted to set a low bar rather than build him up too much.
Dear self - no, you can't clamp the just-out-of-the-oven end of the meat thermometer between your teeth just for a second while you unplug the other end. Bad idea.
Oh -t, ouch! That sounds painful.
Brr. I've just had to put socks on. I wasn't expecting to do that until late September.
Oh poor Grace, what a scare for everyone! I hope the panic is gone.
When I think about it, I would say the majority of the people I interact with don't do the complain about their mates thing. Oh sure a bit of frustration comes out now and then, but not most of the time.
Yeowch, -t. That's not a good idea.
I know people who do the complain-about-the-spouse thing, and I've never really understood it, not on a daily, "could be talking about the weather" level. I bitch about S. sometimes -- and he certainly does about me -- but that's with close friends , not the general public. I can't imagine doing that.
Aw, poor Grace! Kat, does this mean you at least get to go home?