Millie's terrible day thread. You can post any and of your disappoints for the day, week, month, year, or your life.

[NuclearFairy]

Did you snort it out your nose and did it clear your stuffy head?


Comshaw

No, I swallowed it cause my dad taught me never to waste good vinegar. Apparently it's good for you.

 

[iwatchus]

I have to admit I was cringing through the first half of your comment when it was about your father teaching you to swallow...

I'm pretty sure I know all of your stories to date and none of them are in T/I

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Speaking to no one .....



If I don't indicate interest, don't send me a message.






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(This means you.)

 

[MillieDynamite]

Ah, another one bites the dust!

 

[Comshaw]

Ah, another one bites the dust!

Comshaw

 

[Comshaw]

Warning, a fat oldman whine follows. You have been warned!

Screw it, I ain't a gunna do it. I had a whole big long rant typed out, but after reading it, it sounded like pure bragadosiousness, so it's in the trash. Suffice it to say that my daughter and I went to pick up a load of hay for the winter and it was a stark reminder that I'm 75. Although it is preferable to the alternative, fuck getting old!

Comshaw

 

[MillieDynamite]

You sound like my father! In this instance, that's neither a good nor a bad thing, just a thing shared by old farts!

Warning, a fat oldman whine follows. You have been warned!

Screw it, I ain't a gunna do it. I had a whole big long rant typed out, but after reading it, it sounded like pure bragadosiousness, so it's in the trash. Suffice it to say that my daughter and I went to pick up a load of hay for the winter and it was a stark reminder that I'm 75. Although it is preferable to the alternative, fuck getting old!

Comshaw

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

I'ma gonna stomp a banana .

 

[Comshaw]

You sound like my father! In this instance, that's neither a good nor a bad thing, just a thing shared by old farts!

From what you've said about your father, I'll take that as a compliment.


Comshaw

 

[MillieDynamite]

And the banana said, "Ouch!"

I'ma gonna stomp a banana .

 

[MrPixel]

And the banana said, "Ouch!"

Versus, say, the grape, which just wined.

 

[StillStunned]

Versus, say, the grape, which just wined.

Orange you ashamed of yourself for that?

 

[MrPixel]

Damn. Boy did I just have a senior moment. A noise in the kitchen got my attention and I rose from my chair to check it out. I get to the middle of the kitchen, and had one of those "hereafter" sensations, as in, "What am I here after?" I turn around to head back to my office chair.

Then I hear the noise again. It was the icemaker dumping cubes into the bin. Oh, that was it. My purpose for going into the kitchen was to open the fridge and shake the bin to even the cube distribution.

Gawd.

 

[Comshaw]

I'ma gonna stomp a banana .

In 5" heels? Are you gunna' tie the little yellow guy's hands first? I wouldn't let that get out to the BDSM board; otherwise you'll have a passel of people camped on your doorstep. That is assuming you don't want a passel looking for just that.


Comshaw

 

[MillieDynamite]

My sinus headache has returned today. Possibly the headache is also from the nightmare I had last night. A nuke went off in OKC in my dream. We see the flash, through the wall even, then we're hit by the blast. But it was a long dream leading up to that moment; it made no sense. I was still a PI and taking Donnie with me as I was investigating the disappearance of a young girl. When I find her, she's with the man who'd taken her, and kill him, his wife vows revenge. There's a long section of shopping, losing Donnie, and searching for him. All at once, we're at home, Jo, Donnie, and me, and breaking news comes on the TV, which turned itself on. The newscaster, not a local one, and I haven't any idea who he was, and he says, "A 20 megaton bomb is about to be detonated here in OKC, and Millie's the reason why." The TV, turns to snow, the walls of our house turn traslucent glowing, and an instant later the sound and blastwave hit us...I wake up screaming.

There's probably a story in there somewhere.

 

[MrPixel]

I've had a few like that in the past couple of years. What woke me up was not the final blast, but the not finding my wife so we can be together in our final moments.

We have discussed this before. The nightmares stopped when I switched from fexofenadine (Allegra) to loratadine (Claritin), after discovering formal documentation reporting "night terrors" were a known fexofenadine side effect, experienced by 2.5% (1 in 40) of users in the study.

 

[MillieDynamite]

Most of my nightmares are from my distant past... The pre-adoption and foster period of my life. Nuff said!

I've had a few like that in the past couple of years. What woke me up was not the final blast, but the not finding my wife so we can be together in our final moments.

We have discussed this before. The nightmares stopped when I switched from fexofenadine (Allegra) to loratadine (Claritin), after discovering formal documentation reporting "night terrors" were a known fexofenadine side effect, experienced by 2.5% (1 in 40) of users in the study.

 

[MrPixel]

Separate posting for my own "terrible day."

I was putting breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and turned around to discover that C had left a burner on. That is the third time she has done that in the past few months. I bring it to her attention (nicely), and she goes off on me with her usual litany of excuses. The excuse thing is another recent phenomenon, nothing can be brought to her attention without a testy and lengthy "...because I..." harangue. And then there are the memory lapses, not bad, mostly frustrating to her. There are also the logic lapses, of the "Where did that come from?" variety.

She turned 78 last week. I referred her to my neurologist early this year over the memory concerns, and we went together. He prescribed two meds, which on my later research revealed were the preferred combination for treating Alzheimer's. Yet he didn't inform us of that diagnosis, or the possibility. These were very potent meds, and had her bedridden for two weeks (sedation, dizziness). Even 1/4 of the smallest dose knocks her out. She was and is furious, and refuses to go back to this doctor, the only neurologist in a 30-mile radius.

In my lay estimation, everything is pointing to Alzheimer's, which puts me in a very tough spot. I need to keep her safe, yet my main activities beyond sitting at the computer here take me away from the house hours at a time. I begged off a music performance (just one of the band) last Sunday because it was distant and would have me away for five hours. Couldn't risk it. I'm considering turning off the circuit breaker on the stove when gone for more than a few minutes, but as soon as she realizes I'm doing that, all hell will break loose.

We need to have the avoided "Alzheimer's" discussion sooner rather than later, and the price of that will be to shove her deeper into the depression shell she's already living with.

The kicker? As far as counseling goes, we can't do that. We have had and hope to continue a pretty spicy sex life. We live in a conservative/intolerant region, where any mention of our "activities" will likely result in reporting to adult protective services and our separation "for her protection." When the dominant medical corporation here refers to its mental health services as "behavioral sciences", we know the deck is stacked against our lifestyle.

Getting old sucks, some of it in very special ways.

 

[MillieDynamite]

What is her diet? The carnivore diet can help alleviate memory issues. My father isn't on it, Mum is, and her memory has improved. Dad is contemplating going on it. Just a suggestion, but it has helped with both Mum and Pops, he has cut down on vegies and fruits. Neither of them has had sugar for years, Mum hasn't had it for three years, and Pops hasn't eaten sugar for two.

Separate posting for my own "terrible day."

I was putting breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and turned around to discover that C had left a burner on. That is the third time she has done that in the past few months. I bring it to her attention (nicely), and she goes off on me with her usual litany of excuses. The excuse thing is another recent phenomenon, nothing can be brought to her attention without a testy and lengthy "...because I..." harangue. And then there are the memory lapses, not bad, mostly frustrating to her. There are also the logic lapses, of the "Where did that come from?" variety.

She turned 78 last week. I referred her to my neurologist early this year over the memory concerns, and we went together. He prescribed two meds, which on my later research revealed were the preferred combination for treating Alzheimer's. Yet he didn't inform us of that diagnosis, or the possibility. These were very potent meds, and had her bedridden for two weeks (sedation, dizziness). Even 1/4 of the smallest dose knocks her out. She was and is furious, and refuses to go back to this doctor, the only neurologist in a 30-mile radius.

In my lay estimation, everything is pointing to Alzheimer's, which puts me in a very tough spot. I need to keep her safe, yet my main activities beyond sitting at the computer here take me away from the house hours at a time. I begged off a music performance (just one of the band) last Sunday because it was distant and would have me away for five hours. Couldn't risk it. I'm considering turning off the circuit breaker on the stove when gone for more than a few minutes, but as soon as she realizes I'm doing that, all hell will break loose.

We need to have the avoided "Alzheimer's" discussion sooner rather than later, and the price of that will be to shove her deeper into the depression shell she's already living with.

The kicker? As far as counseling goes, we can't do that. We have had and hope to continue a pretty spicy sex life. We live in a conservative/intolerant region, where any mention of our "activities" will likely result in reporting to adult protective services and our separation "for her protection." When the dominant medical corporation here refers to its mental health services as "behavioral sciences", we know the deck is stacked against our lifestyle.

Getting old sucks, some of it in very special ways.

 

[MrPixel]

We'll try that, Millie. She is a salad sort of person, has always been in our 38 years. Thank you.

 

[MillieDynamite]

I can't guarantee it'll work. But both their memories have improved, and Mum's memory and brain function turned back into sharp as a tack territory.

We'll try that, Millie. She is a salad sort of person, has always been in our 38 years. Thank you.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Separate posting for my own "terrible day."

I was putting breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and turned around to discover that C had left a burner on. That is the third time she has done that in the past few months. I bring it to her attention (nicely), and she goes off on me with her usual litany of excuses. The excuse thing is another recent phenomenon, nothing can be brought to her attention without a testy and lengthy "...because I..."

I've done that several times with my gas range. Make a mess of a frying pan, let me tell YOU!

But you know what's a WHOLE lot worse? Spinning the knob too fast and going past the sparker, or letting a pan boil over and put the flame out. Then you know whatcha' got?


Yep, raw gas flow. Let go too long and it'll mess us a bunch of days for a bunch of people.

There is a gizmo that can be put on range knobs that will blink and beep when the knob is not in the Off position. They ain't cheap though. And I imagine they'd get annoying when doing a long cooking job.


This is one thing I wish they'd add to surface burners, glow coils, just like inside the oven. No power and heat to the glow, no gas flow.


'Course, mebbe you was talkin' 'bout a 'lectric range? If so, Never Mind!

 

[MrPixel]

'Course, mebbe you was talkin' 'bout a 'lectric range? If so, Never Mind!

Yes.

 

[Comshaw]

Most of my nightmares are from my distant past... The pre-adoption and foster period of my life. Nuff said!

They suck when it comes from early deep trauma. In my early teens the nightmares got so bad I slept under the bed most nights. Tucked away under there it seemed to help keep those monsters that walked through my dreams at bay. If they can't find you, they can't beat you. The war added another layer. In my late 20s and my 30's I had one recurring nightmare.

I was backed into a cleft in a boulder. I knew there was someone behind me I needed to protect. I was cut all over my body. Blood dripped off my arms and legs. All I had was a sword and there were hundreds of men with swords coming at me. I could feel the end coming and I was terrified, not for me but for whoever was behind me, because once I was dead, they would be next. I woke in a sweat from that one a lot.

Thankfully, as I got older they began to come to me less and less. I haven't had one for a while now.


Comshaw

 

[MrPixel]

Well, crap. The local temperature (not the big city 80 miles away) hit 100° today. First time for 3-digit temperatures this year. You know what that means, don't you?

Yes, that's right. The A/C died. Felt warm, looked up at the thermometer in my office and thought out loud, "Why is it 86° in here?" To quote my wife's favorite invective, "Shit piss fuck dooky!"

Windows open overnight should be okay; humidity is at civilized levels. Check again first thing in the AM, and if the compressor doesn't fire-up, our tech gets a call.