I just realized, as in clearly saw, that I am in the last generation of my family -- parents and all aunts and uncles gone -- the cousins and I are the "old ones." I have a smattering of younger cousins, at least three cousins older than me, one exactly a year older, and a younger brother. Doesn't seem possible somehow.
I thought I'd stop having crushes on people once I hit my thirties, but here I am, absolutely stupid over a pair of blue eyes and the fact he makes me laugh.
Ah, nothing better than being in love -- as long as the other party reciprocates. I hope that he does.
If he doesn't, that's OK too. The important thing is that you two treat each other with respect and dignity, OK? That's really all that matters.
Well, that should go without saying. I'm only saying that being in love is a beautiful thing, and finding someone who reciprocates that love is even more so. I don't mind if that makes me sound like a silly romantic fool. I love a happy ending. Have fun!
It was one of those moments where the second I met him, my whole brain went, "oh, shit." We've flirted a little, but nothing will come of it. He's currently building a something with someone else, and I wish him every happiness with them.
It's crazy to me that there are places in the world where this is something people actually have to worry about.
Made a bit of a flood at work. The drain backed up and managed to flood the inside of the wall and leak out the other side. I did manage to clean it up, though.
Hitting a psychological wall. Struggling to write after several weeks of intensive writing during recovery. Back in work for a well-being meeting next week. Elections. All this adds up to continuing burnout with little prospect of recovery. It's this sodding election which is the biggest problem. I've effectively been single dad for 6 weeks now, while trying to recover from an autistic burnout. When routine has been needed, I've been hit by the chaos of small children, an absent wife, and days where plans change at the drop of a hat.
Just over a week to go. Kids out tonight. Then three days where I'm on my own with them all day, two days of which are full up with plans. The middle day isn't, which is a concern but one I'll deal with. Then two more days where the kids are in nursery. Then it's the day itself, the election. Kids out. Fate of the wife's job in the hands of the electorate (we should be OK, big majority predicted in the constituency). After that, back to a more normal working pattern for her, plus a chance to recover a little before returning to work. But by heck it's been hard.
Wife came home from overseas with mild case of COVID, which I quickly picked up. Yes, we are both "fully" vaccinated. I also qualify for the antviral Paxlovid, which purportedly helps as the disease runs its course. My case could be deemed mild -- mostly coughing, runny nose, no fever or headache -- but it's also making me feel tired. I spent most of last night and this morning laying on a daybed, not quite sleeping, not really awake. I've been listening to Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes, which tends to give me interesting half-dreams as I lay there.
Sorry to hear it. Hope you're both feeling better soon. If it makes you feel any better, I spent the night (and some of the morning) in the hospital with a kidney stone. Never had one and thought I was going to die. I typed up a lot more about it but stopped after 2K words and saved it in a document for a workshop post later! (I haven't passed it yet, so ACT III isn't complete)
i had to take a friend to the emergency room a couple months ago for what turned out to be kidney stones. he was retching and could hardly walk. i was also wondering if he was going to die. i was pretty surprised by the severity of the symptoms once i found out what it was.
As was I. I've talked to roughly 10 women who have had them and they all said it was much more painful than giving birth.
Oh man, yeah stones are no joke. I've had em a couple times, but I'm a stubborn idiot, and thought that as long as it wasn't an emergency (like a urinary blockage), I wouldn't be spending 15 hours or whatever in the ER waiting to be treated. All I could do for a week+ in each case was hobble to the bathroom, hobble to the kitchen, and lay in bed in a "comfortable" position. At the worst, I could only step maybe six inches forward (and "walking" sideways) at a time. It's absolute torture. But eventually, after many liters of lemon juice and lime juice (maybe that helped?), they passed and I was back to normal in another week or so. If it happens again, I don't care, I'm going to the ER. Best of luck, hope you get rid of the fucker soon.
Nothing yet. Got the drugs to dilate the plumbing but nothing doing. No pain at least. The morphine in the ER took care of the initial (and only) bout, which was so painful I ended up laughing and taunting it. "You call yourself a stone? Your grandma has bigger rocks than you!" You have to laugh at it. The female staff at the hospital was telling me that kidney stones are more painful than birth and they've had gut-shot patients tell them bullets are more pleasant. So I guess if I get shot I can be like, "You call yourself a bullet? I've had kidney stones with more balls than you!" But please, Sweet Baby Jesus, let me pee this thing out before I have to return to work tomorrow!
A little late, but good luck, Homer. I've never had kidney stones and hope I never will, they sound painful. The worst pain I've had -- well, it's a toss-up between accidentally cutting into my finger (hey, I was 6 and wanted to help in the kitchen), burning myself with scalding tea (I was 13 and clumsy), and breaking my nose on the steering wheel. That last one? I was driving (nearly 20 years ago), and suddenly blacked out, before coming to just in time to hit someone's fence and smash my face into the steering wheel. (I can think of better things to wake up to). Anyway, after reconstructive surgery and a few tests, I was told I suffered an epileptic fit, which explained the blackout. Darndest thing. Never even knew I had epilepsy. Never had another fit afterwards. But had to manage it for a few years. So what the hell was that? One of god's little jokes? Yeah, really funny, god.
