She said "I SAID I need a BACK DOCTOR."

A Chiropractor perhaps?

I haven't seen too many signs since our primary. Not sure if it will get insane(r) before the election or if a large percentage of people don't want to advertise on their lawn who they support.

She said "I SAID I need a BACK DOCTOR."

A Chiropractor perhaps?

I left that part out -- I also recommended a chiropractor, and she said "God no. A chiropractor is at the bottom of my list if nothing else works."

She's swell.

...and this is a friend? Or just a FB friend.

"God no. A chiropractor is at the bottom of my list if nothing else works."

Ah, so she wants drugs. Got it.

I have to promise myself to close FB and only go on there maybe once a day at lunch or something. I need to stay in safe places for a while. Too much crazy in the world.

So apparently, as part of the visit by most of the local police department earlier today, our building was evacuated. Except for our floor. Which contains the department where the person who actually received the threat works. I suspect today's police action was organized by Abbot & Costello and headless chickens, and someone eventually said, "Why are we evacuating the building for a cyberthreat that said nothing about doing anything physical to the company?"

The official email has the line "We will review our evacuation procedures." Yeah, someone heard "Threat! Real, confirmed threat!" and thought "Yes, this is why we have these emergency procedures! They all laughed, I'll show them who's laughing now!"

I suppose I shouldn't characterize our management staff as mad-scientist lemmings, but there's a lot of WTF? wandering around the building today.

...and this is a friend? Or just a FB friend.

Just a FB friend. I assumed her request for a recommendation of a "back doctor" was legit, and I think my surgeon was brilliant, so I always jump to recommend him. Pity I'm not a mind-reader.

"God no. A chiropractor is at the bottom of my list if nothing else works."

Ah, so she wants drugs. Got it.

That's my guess, too.

That reminds me that I need to take the active shooter training. The only problem is I need to be on the corporate network to do it and it's a real pain to do that. I figure keeping a M249 in my file cabinet would do the trick.

"Well, I sometimes see a kid down at the mall trading little baggies for cash. maybe he can help you?"

Connie, were they at least good enough to bring you pizza since you were not evacuated?

Oh, Teppy, he sounds a bit like my mom. The last chemo she had, a few years ago, wreaked havoc on her balance and she is getting pretty frail physically, too. She will not use canes or anything. She has learned to navigate stairs despite her balance and frailness because she has to go upstairs to sleep every night. She has one hand on each banister and stops for a rest on the landing. It's slow, but she does it.

She only goes out when she has someone to hang onto for balance. And she claims she walks faster than her friends, but she is sloooooow. If we have to go anywhere that someone has to walk more than, say, half a block, we get a wheelchair and plop her in it. And getting her in and out of a car is quite the workout.

If you BiL wants his dad there so badly (and I can't blame him for that) he should practice with him NOW and ascertain if his help can make it possible for your FiL to actually get around. If so, he should be on call to help your dad get up and down those stairs every single day. Just HOPING it will work out once dad gets there is silly.