The Bitch Thread

[graceanne]

I had my first anxiety attack the other day, when that truck ran me off the road. Or that's what they tell me it was, cause i was having some nasty chest pains.

Now I get chest pains every time a car approaches mine too quickly, or when I go around a sharp corner I can't see around the other side on. *sigh*

 

[CutieMouse]

*****

 

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Stephen Robert Irwin (22 February 1962 – 4 September 2006)

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Poignant photo of Steve Irwin waves from Croc One while leaving Port Douglas on his last expedition on Friday.​

 

[DVS]

I'm the intelligent-ist!

OK, I'll let that one go.

 

[DVS]

Stephen Robert Irwin (22 February 1962 – 4 September 2006)

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Poignant photo of Steve Irwin waves from Croc One while leaving Port Douglas on his last expedition on Friday.​

I'm gonna miss hearing him say Crickys when he'd get excited.

 

[babiesmiles]

I had my first anxiety attack the other day, when that truck ran me off the road. Or that's what they tell me it was, cause i was having some nasty chest pains.

Now I get chest pains every time a car approaches mine too quickly, or when I go around a sharp corner I can't see around the other side on. *sigh*

AWWWW Gracie , I can understand you ! Hope it is going better now *hugs *

 

[Kajira Callista]

Went to the ER from one once.
dialog went something like this:
Me: I'm having a stroke or a heart attack
Doc: How do you know that
Me: ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING, DIDN'T THE NURSE TELL YOU HOW I KNOW THAT! (add out of breath and now hyperventilating because i swear i am going to die)
Doc; You are having a panic attack.
Me: How do you know that?
Doc: because I'M the doctor!
Me: *string of bad bad words and telling my husband to get me the hell out of there*
Doc: I can fix you up ya know.
Me: *raised brow* How?
Doc: If you behave your stroke will go away in a minute or two.
Me: OK (but i still think he never went to medical school and am very suspicious)
Me 2 Min's after the injection in the iv: I love ya man,you saved my life, you are the freakin' bestest doctor ever.

 

[graceanne]

Went to the ER from one once.
dialog went something like this:
Me: I'm having a stroke or a heart attack
Doc: How do you know that
Me: ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING, DIDN'T THE NURSE TELL YOU HOW I KNOW THAT! (add out of breath and now hyperventilating because i swear i am going to die)
Doc; You are having a panic attack.
Me: How do you know that?
Doc: because I'M the doctor!
Me: *string of bad bad words and telling my husband to get me the hell out of there*
Doc: I can fix you up ya know.
Me: *raised brow* How?
Doc: If you behave your stroke will go away in a minute or two.
Me: OK (but i still think he never went to medical school and am very suspicious)
Me 2 Min's after the injection in the iv: I love ya man,you saved my life, you are the freakin' bestest doctor ever.

ROFLMAO

 

[Kajira Callista]

ROFLMAO

 

[FurryFury]

Those attacks are scary. The heart things are scary too. I get the heart things a lot but it's not from anxiety attacks or anything it's just a funky heart.

Fury

 

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'Live' News Interview from Australia

I have just watched Steve's father speak live here for the first time since his death .He asked the Media to give Terri and the children a break. His father said over the years as he worked with and trained his son there had been many close calls and Steve new the risks and would not have had it any other way. He said his son was the best person he knew to promote conservation for his strength , his personality and his love of all creatures . He stated his son was an ordinary guy who had the ability to get through to people. On the topic of dying when father and son spoke they made jokes of it, he was firm to state they were not careless but saw it more as 'part of the job'. He finds no comfort but rathers his son died doing something that he loved. When asked what was the greatest legacy he taught Steve was honesty.

His father has said a state funeral will be refused as Steve was an ordinary 'bloke' and that he wouldn't have wanted it. Though they are grateful of the offer by the Prime Minister and the Australian Government.

His finishing statement was that Steve and he were not like father and son they were good mates. That he will remember his son as his best mate ever.

Wildlife Warriors

(Almost all of this post is word for word typed as Steve's father spoke and has not had any alteration by me other than to present it as legibly as possible)

 

[catalina_francisco]

I have just watched Steve's father speak live here for the first time since his death .He asked the Media to give Terri and the children a break. His father said over the years as he worked with and trained his son there had been many close calls and Steve new the risks and would not have had it any other way. He said his son was the best person he knew to promote conservation for his strength , his personality and his love of all creatures . He stated his son was an ordinary guy who had the ability to get through to people. On the topic of dying when father and son spoke they made jokes of it, he was firm to state they were not careless but saw it more as 'part of the job'. He finds no comfort but rathers his son died doing something that he loved. When asked what was the greatest legacy he taught Steve was honesty.

His father has said a state funeral will be refused as Steve was an ordinary 'bloke' and that he wouldn't have wanted it. Though they are grateful of the offer by the Prime Minister and the Australian Government.

His finishing statement was that Steve and he were not like father and son they were good mates. That he will remember his son as his best mate ever.

Wildlife Warriors

(Almost all of this post is word for word typed as Steve's father spoke and has not had any alteration by me other than to present it as legibly as possible)

They also showed the interview here, as well as the one with John Stainton. I have not been able to drag myself out of the low this has put me in. It is one of those times when I wish I were in Oz so I could go to my usual chill out place for a few hours in the wilderness to get back on track. What has sickened me has been the criticism from other doco makers who have not quite achieved the same popularity or success because they relied on scripts and others to present the facts while they stood in front of a camera babbling. I especially found the comment by one that Steve Irwin's documentaries and work were all about him and less about nature, incredibly offensive and could only have been fuelled by professional jealousy IMHO.

Catalina

 

[DVS]

Went to the ER from one once.
dialog went something like this:
Me: I'm having a stroke or a heart attack
Doc: How do you know that
Me: ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING, DIDN'T THE NURSE TELL YOU HOW I KNOW THAT! (add out of breath and now hyperventilating because i swear i am going to die)
Doc; You are having a panic attack.
Me: How do you know that?
Doc: because I'M the doctor!
Me: *string of bad bad words and telling my husband to get me the hell out of there*
Doc: I can fix you up ya know.
Me: *raised brow* How?
Doc: If you behave your stroke will go away in a minute or two.
Me: OK (but i still think he never went to medical school and am very suspicious)
Me 2 Min's after the injection in the iv: I love ya man,you saved my life, you are the freakin' bestest doctor ever.

The first time I had a panic attack, I had no idea what was going on. I woke up with it, out of a dead sleep in the early morning hours of a Sunday. These things always seem to happen in the wee hours of the morning.

I had this impending doom feeling, my heart was beating kind of fast, and strange thoughts were going through my head. I didn't know what it was, and frankly, I'd never even heard of panic attacks before. I knew something was wrong. I couldn't relax, settle down, or stop thinking of those thoughts.

I decided to go to the emergency room. I'd never been there before, and that alone was a real trip. Here it was only 4 AM in the morning and there were about 20 people sitting there. They had their kids with them, I guess because there was nobody to watch them, or something. It seemed just like an auto repair shop waiting room, but there were no vending machines, and the chairs were hard, like a high school cafeteria.

I walked over to the lady behind this desk and told her I didn't know what was happening. I told her the symptoms I was having and was a little pissed that she didn't jump up and say something like "Oh my! We need to get you fixed, and right a way!" In fact, she just asked me to sit down and fill out several insurance forms. She said I had to do it by hand, because the computer system was down. Obviously, I thought I'd be dead, before the second form was finished. I seriously doubt anything I wrote was very legible. And, some information I faked, because I had no idea what to put down.

All of that took about 15 minutes and then came the sitting and waiting. God, talk about a bad feeling. I looked around at the people there. None of them seemed to have trouble breathing...no blood spurting out...hearts beating fast, evil thoughts running through their head. They all seemed quite relaxed and perfectly satisfied with their place in line. I thought I was gonna die!

Well, I forget how long I waited, but it was about an hour, I think. They took me back to a room and we talked for a few minutes on my symptoms. The lady doctor asked me if I thought I was having a heart attack. Shit, I didn't know. It didn't hurt, and I always thought a heart attack was supposed to hurt. All I knew was my heart was beating kind of fast, I felt very restless, and the thoughts running through my head were making me think I was going crazy.

They checked my heart and said it was fine. They did an EKG or whatever, and said nothing was wrong with me. I asked about the strange feeling in my chest, and the quick beating of my heart. I think I had her stumped. She left the room, and another guy came in with a pink liquid for me to drink. It didn't taste bad, and after a little while, it seemed to numb my whole throat and chest area. That funny feeling was going away, and my heart seemed to be slowing.

The first doctor came back in and asked if I was feeling better. I was, and she seemed satisfied that she knew what was going on. I asked if I could get a script for the pink liquid. It seemed to numb my physical symptoms, and so the mental symptoms subsided. Of course, she said no. It was not available outside of a hospital. She gave me a script for Zantac, and I went home.

I did feel better, for a while. About 8 hours, I'd say. The pink stuff was wearing off, and all of my symptoms were coming back. Actually, they never left. They were just numb. By this time, it was Sunday afternoon, and I felt OK about calling people. I called my sister, and she said it was probably a panic attack. That was the first time I'd ever heard that phrase, but when I told her my symptoms, that was what she said.

I called my doctor and told him how I felt and the first thing he said was a panic attack. I told him I'd been to the emergency room and they gave me Zantac. He said to go back and tell them I was having a panic attack.

Well, I went back and there was a different nurse at the desk. And, the computer system was working, too. But, because the paperwork from the morning hadn't been entered into the system, my pervious visit wouldn't come up on the computer. I told her I'd been there just 12 hours ago, and my symptoms had returned.

I sat there while she asked me all of these same questions....again. Only this time, it was a little easier, because I just had to answer questions with "yes" or "no" or my favorite..."I don't know." It went fairly quickly. I guess they knew who to send the bill to and that was all that mattered.

There were about the same number of people in the waiting room as before, but these were different people. And, for some reason, they took me in front of the line. My name was called after sitting there for about 10 minutes.

Everything was a lot different, this time. The phrase "panic attack" made all the difference. I was only in there for a few minutes and walked out with a small bottle of Lorazapam. The next day, I went to see my doctor and got some Xanax.

The world was all better, again. But, it's scary when you go to an emergency room and nobody knows what's going on. And, it's even worse, when my own doctor knew right off what it was. You'd think they could have called him, when they didn't know what my symptoms meant. Shit...they could have called my sister. She knew! LOL.

 

[graceanne]

The first time I had a panic attack, I had no idea what was going on. I woke up with it, out of a dead sleep in the early morning hours of a Sunday. These things always seem to happen in the wee hours of the morning.

I had this impending doom feeling, my heart was beating kind of fast, and strange thoughts were going through my head. I didn't know what it was, and frankly, I'd never even heard of panic attacks before. I knew something was wrong. I couldn't relax, settle down, or stop thinking of those thoughts.

I decided to go to the emergency room. I'd never been there before, and that alone was a real trip. Here it was only 4 AM in the morning and there were about 20 people sitting there. They had their kids with them, I guess because there was nobody to watch them, or something. It seemed just like an auto repair shop waiting room, but there were no vending machines, and the chairs were hard, like a high school cafeteria.

I walked over to the lady behind this desk and told her I didn't know what was happening. I told her the symptoms I was having and was a little pissed that she didn't jump up and say something like "Oh my! We need to get you fixed, and right a way!" In fact, she just asked me to sit down and fill out several insurance forms. She said I had to do it by hand, because the computer system was down. Obviously, I thought I'd be dead, before the second form was finished. I seriously doubt anything I wrote was very legible. And, some information I faked, because I had no idea what to put down.

All of that took about 15 minutes and then came the sitting and waiting. God, talk about a bad feeling. I looked around at the people there. None of them seemed to have trouble breathing...no blood spurting out...hearts beating fast, evil thoughts running through their head. They all seemed quite relaxed and perfectly satisfied with their place in line. I thought I was gonna die!

Well, I forget how long I waited, but it was about an hour, I think. They took me back to a room and we talked for a few minutes on my symptoms. The lady doctor asked me if I thought I was having a heart attack. Shit, I didn't know. It didn't hurt, and I always thought a heart attack was supposed to hurt. All I knew was my heart was beating kind of fast, I felt very restless, and the thoughts running through my head were making me think I was going crazy.

They checked my heart and said it was fine. They did an EKG or whatever, and said nothing was wrong with me. I asked about the strange feeling in my chest, and the quick beating of my heart. I think I had her stumped. She left the room, and another guy came in with a pink liquid for me to drink. It didn't taste bad, and after a little while, it seemed to numb my whole throat and chest area. That funny feeling was going away, and my heart seemed to be slowing.

The first doctor came back in and asked if I was feeling better. I was, and she seemed satisfied that she knew what was going on. I asked if I could get a script for the pink liquid. It seemed to numb my physical symptoms, and so the mental symptoms subsided. Of course, she said no. It was not available outside of a hospital. She gave me a script for Zantac, and I went home.

I did feel better, for a while. About 8 hours, I'd say. The pink stuff was wearing off, and all of my symptoms were coming back. Actually, they never left. They were just numb. By this time, it was Sunday afternoon, and I felt OK about calling people. I called my sister, and she said it was probably a panic attack. That was the first time I'd ever heard that phrase, but when I told her my symptoms, that was what she said.

I called my doctor and told him how I felt and the first thing he said was a panic attack. I told him I'd been to the emergency room and they gave me Zantac. He said to go back and tell them I was having a panic attack.

Well, I went back and there was a different nurse at the desk. And, the computer system was working, too. But, because the paperwork from the morning hadn't been entered into the system, my pervious visit wouldn't come up on the computer. I told her I'd been there just 12 hours ago, and my symptoms had returned.

I sat there while she asked me all of these same questions....again. Only this time, it was a little easier, because I just had to answer questions with "yes" or "no" or my favorite..."I don't know." It went fairly quickly. I guess they knew who to send the bill to and that was all that mattered.

There were about the same number of people in the waiting room as before, but these were different people. And, for some reason, they took me in front of the line. My name was called after sitting there for about 10 minutes.

Everything was a lot different, this time. The phrase "panic attack" made all the difference. I was only in there for a few minutes and walked out with a small bottle of Lorazapam. The next day, I went to see my doctor and got some Xanax.

The world was all better, again. But, it's scary when you go to an emergency room and nobody knows what's going on. And, it's even worse, when my own doctor knew right off what it was. You'd think they could have called him, when they didn't know what my symptoms meant. Shit...they could have called my sister. She knew! LOL.

I'm sure you can guess my reaction to this, but here goes.

MOST DOCTORS ARE IDIOTS. AND ER DOCTORS ARE STUPIDER THAN NORMAL DOCTORS.

 

[DVS]

They also showed the interview here, as well as the one with John Stainton. I have not been able to drag myself out of the low this has put me in. It is one of those times when I wish I were in Oz so I could go to my usual chill out place for a few hours in the wilderness to get back on track. What has sickened me has been the criticism from other doco makers who have not quite achieved the same popularity or success because they relied on scripts and others to present the facts while they stood in front of a camera babbling. I especially found the comment by one that Steve Irwin's documentaries and work were all about him and less about nature, incredibly offensive and could only have been fuelled by professional jealousy IMHO.

Catalina

Jack Hanna, here in the U.S., well known and well liked (from the San Diego Zoo, I think) said he had known Steve for years, and were great friends. He didn't consider anything Steve did as taking risks. It was just his style, and it worked. The sting ray injury was a fluke and if it hadn't struck him in the heart, he'd be alive today.

Rush Limbaugh mentioned Steve in his radio show, yesterday. [I'm paraphrasing] He said wild life need personalities like him to cut through the government red tape. He was well liked, and that helped put a spot light on areas of need. He said wild life have lost a great voice.

Bill O'Reilly mentioned Steve in his radio show, too. He said he knew some people thought he was taking risks, but thought it was just his passion. O'Reilly said he dabbled a little in scubba diving and had followed about 5 feet above a stingray for over an hour, and felt no danger.

He said he didn't think Steve was doing anything unusual, and that maybe the ray was somehow spooked by Steve and his cameraman, or something. He said there was film of the incident and maybe that would tell more, once that was viewed, but from what he had heard, it was just a sad, fluke accident, and he will be missed.

I think those other guys are just whiners, trying to get some media time.

 

[Ebonyfire]

Jack Hanna, here in the U.S., well known and well liked (from the San Diego Zoo, I think) said he had known Steve for years, and were great friends. He didn't consider anything Steve did as taking risks. It was just his style, and it worked. The sting ray injury was a fluke and if it hadn't struck him in the heart, he'd be alive today.

Rush Limbaugh mentioned Steve in his radio show, yesterday. [I'm paraphrasing] He said wild life need personalities like him to cut through the government red tape. He was well liked, and that helped put a spot light on areas of need. He said wild life have lost a great voice.

Bill O'Reilly mentioned Steve in his radio show, too. He said he knew some people thought he was taking risks, but thought it was just his passion. O'Reilly said he dabbled a little in scubba diving and had followed about 5 feet above a stingray for over an hour, and felt no danger.

He said he didn't think Steve was doing anything unusual, and that maybe the ray was somehow spooked by Steve and his cameraman, or something. He said there was film of the incident and maybe that would tell more, once that was viewed, but from what he had heard, it was just a sad, fluke accident, and he will be missed.

I think those other guys are just whiners, trying to get some media time.

They are getting paid to do so! It's their jobs!

 

[catalina_francisco]

Jack Hanna, here in the U.S., well known and well liked (from the San Diego Zoo, I think) said he had known Steve for years, and were great friends. He didn't consider anything Steve did as taking risks. It was just his style, and it worked. The sting ray injury was a fluke and if it hadn't struck him in the heart, he'd be alive today.

Rush Limbaugh mentioned Steve in his radio show, yesterday. [I'm paraphrasing] He said wild life need personalities like him to cut through the government red tape. He was well liked, and that helped put a spot light on areas of need. He said wild life have lost a great voice.

Bill O'Reilly mentioned Steve in his radio show, too. He said he knew some people thought he was taking risks, but thought it was just his passion. O'Reilly said he dabbled a little in scubba diving and had followed about 5 feet above a stingray for over an hour, and felt no danger.

He said he didn't think Steve was doing anything unusual, and that maybe the ray was somehow spooked by Steve and his cameraman, or something. He said there was film of the incident and maybe that would tell more, once that was viewed, but from what he had heard, it was just a sad, fluke accident, and he will be missed.

I think those other guys are just whiners, trying to get some media time.

Have to agree with you. Seems from the footage they have viewed he definately didn´t do anything to antagonise or intimidate the stingray, but he did pull the barb from his chest which they say would have meant sure death from blood loss and damage if not the toxins. He lost consciousness straight afterward. Now the debate is on as to whether the video will be destroyed or shown to the public, and it is disturbing that though it is in police custody, it has been said it is unavoidable it will be on the internet before long....just how can that happen if the only copy is kept secure and under lock and key?!! Seems corruption is considered inevitable and unavoidable these days.

Catalina

 

[Ebonyfire]

Have to agree with you. Seems from the footage they have viewed he definately didn´t do anything to antagonise or intimidate the stingray, but he did pull the barb from his chest which they say would have meant sure death from blood loss and damage if not the toxins. He lost consciousness straight afterward. Now the debate is on as to whether the video will be destroyed or shown to the public, and it is disturbing that though it is in police custody, it has been said it is unavoidable it will be on the internet before long....just how can that happen if the only copy is kept secure and under lock and key?!! Seems corruption is considered inevitable and unavoidable these days.

Catalina

Somebody will favor greed over good sense, that is for sure.

 

[catalina_francisco]

Somebody will favor greed over good sense, that is for sure.

Yes, it seems the way these days. I have seen reports it may be released for public viewing, though not complete because it was something Steve had spoken of while he was alive and made clear if anything ever went wrong, even death, he wanted the cameras to keep rolling and for it to be treated just like any other he made. Apparently Terri said at the time she could not do it so never committed to his wishes in this matter. His friend and manager has said he would vote to destroy it. Time will tell, but I am not sure it is something I could handle seeing. My granddaughter went to the zoo last year and fell in love with it and all things Steve...apparently she did nothing but talk about her visit and all she learned there for weeks afterward.

Catalina

 

[Ebonyfire]

Yes, it seems the way these days. I have seen reports it may be released for public viewing, though not complete because it was something Steve had spoken of while he was alive and made clear if anything ever went wrong, even death, he wanted the cameras to keep rolling and for it to be treated just like any other he made. Apparently Terri said at the time she could not do it so never committed to his wishes in this matter. His friend and manager has said he would vote to destroy it. Time will tell, but I am not sure it is something I could handle seeing. My granddaughter went to the zoo last year and fell in love with it and all things Steve...apparently she did nothing but talk about her visit and all she learned there for weeks afterward.

Catalina

I do not want to see anyone die that way. It is hard enough to watch someone die peacefully, but a violent accidental death is more stressful.

Does anyone remember the Twilight Zone accident? Where actor Vic Morrow and two vietnamese children were decapitated while the cameras were rolling? They showed it. It did not was not a close shot but it definitely sucked the air out of the room each time it was aired.

Eb

 

[DVS]

They are getting paid to do so! It's their jobs!

I don't see any of these saying anything, because of their jobs. Jack Hanna was a friend, and maybe he might be prone to bias because of that, but neither Limbaugh nor O'Reilly had to say anything. They both just mentioned it on their own, and just as well could have said nothing at all. I think it goes to show that as a whole, the world thought he was doing a lot of good, and even those in other arenas of life felt like mentioning his passing as a great loss.

The mainstream media, without fail, have all mentioned the time when he was feeding that croc with one hand, while holding his little boy in the other. And, for effect, show the video clip. Even though they also mention his passing as a loss, in almost the same breath they fuel the risk factor. Those are the ones stirring up trouble, if you ask me.

 

[DVS]

I do not want to see anyone die that way. It is hard enough to watch someone die peacefully, but a violent accidental death is more stressful.

Does anyone remember the Twilight Zone accident? Where actor Vic Morrow and two vietnamese children were decapitated while the cameras were rolling? They showed it. It did not was not a close shot but it definitely sucked the air out of the room each time it was aired.

Eb

The media will always show the sensational, but with the proper "some of you might not want to watch this" warning before. Not that I want to actually see his death either, there might be something investigators could see, that could have caused the stingray to strike. That could be something good come from this tragedy.

They showed the Vic Morrow death over and over, but I couldn't see the reason. All I saw were the helicopter blades hitting the water. And, we knew how they died, so there was no real reason to show it, other than morbid sensationalism.

Now, will some stupid person with access to the stingray video sell it just for the money? Sure. The world is full of creeps like that.

 

[bronntanas]

Okay, so this is what happened when I broke my fingers....

I've been working construction all summer. The house I was workin' on is the boss's house. I mean, the owner of the company decided to build a house. The foreman, when I was hired, told me to stay away from the owner's wife because she's notorious for having flings with the men on the crew. He made it clear that he doesn't blame the guys really (except he does question the tastes of the ones who DO fling with her.). The owner didn't mind as long as she was discreet, but the foreman on this crew is tired of it. He tells everybody that messing around with the boss's wife will get you fired, no questions asked.

So a few weeks ago, the owner came in really PO'd. I mean, I'd never seen a guy so mad before. It turns out that Mrs. Owner is pregnant. And it's NOT Mr. Owner's kid. Mr. Owner er, took care of that a few years back. (Mr. Owner is having a bad summer. This is after another guy on the crew killed his Mercedes with a pallet jack.) So now it's gotten to the point where when Mrs. Owner shows up, all the single guys hide. For some reason, a wedding ring works really well as Mrs. Owner repellent. I don't have one of those. Wish I did, because me and Luke and Short Tony have been runnin' from her ALL summer long. The house is nearly finished so there's five of us outside, walling in the back terrace when Mrs. Owner shows up with the interior designer. She comes out on the terrace (for air she said). Tony and I were on the terrace when she came out, and the foreman saw her come out and called us over to get away from her, we think, because he set Tony to work doing something goofy and sent him back to work on the wall when she'd left. I had put my left hand and my tush down on the wall and was swinging my legs over to the other side when Tony knocked the three bricks and one of them landed on my hand, breaking two fingers.

 

[Shankara20]

Okay, so this is what happened when I broke my fingers....

I've been working construction all summer. The house I was workin' on is the boss's house. I mean, the owner of the company decided to build a house. The foreman, when I was hired, told me to stay away from the owner's wife because she's notorious for having flings with the men on the crew. He made it clear that he doesn't blame the guys really (except he does question the tastes of the ones who DO fling with her.). The owner didn't mind as long as she was discreet, but the foreman on this crew is tired of it. He tells everybody that messing around with the boss's wife will get you fired, no questions asked.

So a few weeks ago, the owner came in really PO'd. I mean, I'd never seen a guy so mad before. It turns out that Mrs. Owner is pregnant. And it's NOT Mr. Owner's kid. Mr. Owner er, took care of that a few years back. (Mr. Owner is having a bad summer. This is after another guy on the crew killed his Mercedes with a pallet jack.) So now it's gotten to the point where when Mrs. Owner shows up, all the single guys hide. For some reason, a wedding ring works really well as Mrs. Owner repellent. I don't have one of those. Wish I did, because me and Luke and Short Tony have been runnin' from her ALL summer long. The house is nearly finished so there's five of us outside, walling in the back terrace when Mrs. Owner shows up with the interior designer. She comes out on the terrace (for air she said). Tony and I were on the terrace when she came out, and the foreman saw her come out and called us over to get away from her, we think, because he set Tony to work doing something goofy and sent him back to work on the wall when she'd left. I had put my left hand and my tush down on the wall and was swinging my legs over to the other side when Tony knocked the three bricks and one of them landed on my hand, breaking two fingers.

bummer - I just hate it when that happens


wishes for good healing....

 

[Ebonyfire]

Okay, so this is what happened when I broke my fingers....

I've been working construction all summer. The house I was workin' on is the boss's house. I mean, the owner of the company decided to build a house. The foreman, when I was hired, told me to stay away from the owner's wife because she's notorious for having flings with the men on the crew. He made it clear that he doesn't blame the guys really (except he does question the tastes of the ones who DO fling with her.). The owner didn't mind as long as she was discreet, but the foreman on this crew is tired of it. He tells everybody that messing around with the boss's wife will get you fired, no questions asked.

So a few weeks ago, the owner came in really PO'd. I mean, I'd never seen a guy so mad before. It turns out that Mrs. Owner is pregnant. And it's NOT Mr. Owner's kid. Mr. Owner er, took care of that a few years back. (Mr. Owner is having a bad summer. This is after another guy on the crew killed his Mercedes with a pallet jack.) So now it's gotten to the point where when Mrs. Owner shows up, all the single guys hide. For some reason, a wedding ring works really well as Mrs. Owner repellent. I don't have one of those. Wish I did, because me and Luke and Short Tony have been runnin' from her ALL summer long. The house is nearly finished so there's five of us outside, walling in the back terrace when Mrs. Owner shows up with the interior designer. She comes out on the terrace (for air she said). Tony and I were on the terrace when she came out, and the foreman saw her come out and called us over to get away from her, we think, because he set Tony to work doing something goofy and sent him back to work on the wall when she'd left. I had put my left hand and my tush down on the wall and was swinging my legs over to the other side when Tony knocked the three bricks and one of them landed on my hand, breaking two fingers.

And you were being so good, and this is how you are rewarded. Broken fingers hurt!!