I am so sorry Tep. And I agree the assisted living facility should be investigated. As I said before, I have to learn the signs of strike just be virtue of working in a medical center and I am not even in patient care.

Someone here (I think Jesse) recommended a visual breathing exercise for anxiety. I can find similar ones, but the guy who did that one also had a book I would like to reread. Only I can’t remember the name of the guy or the book! Does anyone else remember?

Still trying to wrap my head around an assisted living facility not responding to stroke symptoms! An average person in a grocery store would notice and recognize a fellow shopper having those symptoms and call for help! I can imagine how enraged Tim and the rest of the family must be at this point. May his dad respond well to rehab.

I have my doctor's appt tomorrow and a couple of my labs are out of range, but I think that is from months of persistent UTIs. Hopefully, that can be resolved this year. I'm thinking he might want me to have a stress test, which is fine, but only the treadmill kind, no injections for me!!

Hope all goes well, Laura. I'm finally back in the work swing of things today. I work with good peeps. The value of this cannot be overstated.

And I vacuumed this morning. Virtuous!

Best wishes for Tim's dad. I also diagnosed my mom's stroke when she was in a rehab facility - but hers was 100% verbal, no physical symptoms. And I was still pissed that they were speaking to her so little that they didn't notice she had gone to one-word answers. I can't even imagine how livid I would be if they had missed obvious, physical symptoms!

I am currently recovering from my walking pneumonia. Since it only ever manifested in those crazy high fevers and extreme exhaustion, it's hard to tell that I'm better. I haven't had a fever in a week though, and my energy is slowly coming back. Now, though, the side effects I'm having from the antibiotics are really bad. I've got one more day on my 10-day course, then I have high hopes of getting nominal control of my body again.

I have high hopes of getting nominal control of my body again

You're not in Texas, right? (sorry ... couldn't resist)

Timelies all!

I’m so sorry about Tim’s dad, Steph.

Nothing like getting an early start on Christmas shopping, the package supposedly arriving on Thursday, then Sunday, then for sure today, hearing the truck pull up, checking outside your door to find no package, then getting an email saying it had been delivered, so having to go outside to check your neighbor's doorstep, and then tripping down the three small stairs outside of your house because these fucking meat sacks are a fucking joke.

I'm fine. Just scrapes, and my knees won't be happy that I landed on them. But it's unbelievably not even the first time I've tripped on those steps, and I just have no fucking idea how to work my own feet, apparently.

I am very grateful that I don't have pneumonia, though. Take it easy, Epic.

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Fucking meat sacks!

Someone here (I think Jesse) recommended a visual breathing exercise for anxiety. I can find similar ones, but the guy who did that one also had a book I would like to reread. Only I can’t remember the name of the guy or the book! Does anyone else remember?

That sounds familiar, but I don't remember exactly who it was.

In re deliveries, there's a meme around - asks if you're one of those kids who liked to ring people's doorbells and then run away, UPS is hiring (with an appropriate picture).

Getting stuff delivered is both the best (because of convenience) and the worst (because of stupid delivery people).