Be careful about quitting too soon, cc46. We don't want to have any premature intercession cessation around here, now do we?! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I said, once long ago during the Sad Saga of OtherSusan the Stupid, that one of my predominant characteristics was resilience. And it's true. But even the most massive, enduring rock can eventually be worn away by the relentless pounding of the waves...and I've just been swamped. However, it does seem that I've at least temporarily surfaced for a little oxgyen, which is good...because I was rapidly going from hypoxia to anoxia down there. In fact, it's been so turbulent for me that I didn't, even submerged for all that time, see a single shark from the Pool of Introspection. When even your sharks are swept away, that's some rough water!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

t&l

No, not crazy. At least not because of that!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />


They had a photo, in our local paper, of them walking out of the mine with their beards, and their big, BIG smiles. Also a diagram of the cage where they spent the last 2 wks. At 4 feet in height, even I would've felt cramped. That was very exciting. It's always nice when an impending disaster is diverted, and ends well.


I do feel better, (don't ask me why--I don't know), even though I've solved absolutely nothing. Maybe it's because my maiden name was "Day" and I can only tolerate so much night...<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />



Right. If he won't go for his blood pressure and his heart and his purple-y, swelling legs and his gastric reflux, add in a prostate check. THAT'LL get him to go! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /><img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> Why didn't I think of it sooner?! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

How can you say such a thing about that nice, chatty lady? Who tells us stuff. When you're, <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />, busy...

t&l

Next thing you know, Neak's gonna be saying that I, OtherSusan the Human Sphinx, talk too much, too!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> And who on earth will believe that? Well, besides everybody, I mean...<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />


t&l

Thanks T&L,
Thanks for letting us know you are doing better.


Thanks for the offers to help.
You are much appriciated.

SS

I'm glad your grandson is better. Is it a secret that you have a new grandbaby? Not any more, I guess! If he went home with his mama, I'm thinking you don't have to worry much about any long-term issues. The longer I do obstetrics, the more convinced I become that it's a miracle that anybody is ever born alive...there are just so many things that can go wrong. Problems with the umbilical cord rank right up there at the top of potential difficulties. Dillon died from a cord accident. I think babies play Loop-de-loop in there with their cords, a lot of the time, and it's very common to have the cord wrapped around something at the time of birth. The most times around the neck that's ever happened at my hospital was 7. I've seen 4 or 5--can't remember which--and the MD just kept unwinding and unwinding. I'm amazed we survive, whenever I think about it. But if they were worried that he still had health issues because of it, he'd still be in the hospital. From my perspective, admittedly somewhat distant, things are looking good. Congratulations.

t&l

Hi, Kimmy--You don't want to know about my food. I think I'm going to have cereal and milk. AW's mum sounds like a much better bet for you. But I think you already figured that out. It's a good thing HP knows how to cook. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

t&l

P.S. I can hear the baby owls in my attic. I thought they were supposed to sleep in the daytime!

]I'm glad your grandson is better. Is it a secret that you have a new grandbaby? Not any more, I guess!

I tend to be clamish some times. Especially when others have had heartache associated with this same thing.

No, it's not a secret. I don't know if you got any details yet, they were supposed to come from another source. That other source claims she has been busy. I can't imagine why.
<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />


If he went home with his mama, I'm thinking you don't have to worry much about any long-term issues.

I didn't get all the details (even now) but I think they just had him on oxyegen and after a while he was doing fine, so they took him to his mother and she nursed him, and the level didn't drop much so they figured he would be OK.

I got to hold him yesterday and he seems fine, but so small.

The longer I do obstetrics, the more convinced I become that it's a miracle that anybody is ever born alive...there are just so many things that can go wrong.

It truely is a miracle. In so many ways.

................ But if they were worried that he still had health issues because of it, he'd still be in the hospital. From my perspective, admittedly somewhat distant, things are looking good. Congratulations.

Thank you so much.

Really, it is good to see you upbeat again. I still want to talk to you though, and to CC, ............

One of these first days.

SS

After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet,"
which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct
the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review
the gripe sheets before the next flight.

Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Qantas' pilots
(marked with (P); and the solutions recorded (marked with an S)
by maintenance engineers.

FYI: Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.


*************************************************

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what they're for.

P: IFF inoperative.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel, sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget

Finally got the mess cleaned up last night. The dear, dear Dervish clogged the toilet and then tried to fix it himself. When I came into my room, he stood naked in the door of the bathroom, saying, "Don't come in here, Momma."

When I went in, the first thing I saw was matches all over the floor. I walked over to them, scolding about fire danger all the while, and splashed right into the sewage all over the floor.

Wow, it takes a long time to clean up that kind of mess.

Then I asked him, "What do we do when we plug up the toilet?"

He thought for a second. "Fix it ourselves?"

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /><img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /><img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />

and thats why I'll travel only by Qantas unless there is no alternative. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

I do NOT recommend 9 hours with 2 small children and breast feeding a third on a military transport ... the kids had fun I suppose between the 'I hate you' & 'no I hate you first's' <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

10.30pm & Aussie may be home soon I hope. Mum is singing to Mikey because he won't sleep and you know my mum, always carries out a threat! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" /> lol heh heh

I wonder if there is a 7-11 chemist still open to buy some ear plugs <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

SS is a grandpa? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> congrats!

AW, I miss you. How are you and Aussie? I don't have time to keep up with this thread anymore. Please pop in to Idiotville or the minis with an update.

Hey Faithful, this one was number five. Number 6 due in Aug.

It's kinda fun. Just like T&L - she can take the Dervish for a while, and when she gets tired of him, give him back to Neak.

Our oldest two are two weeks apart, and turned two years old in March.

Hi everyone !!!


CC, do I need to get back on your thread, and ask more questions? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />


I still want updates on how Faithful is doing - but I don't want to pry. Where is your effort going right now?

Can you continue for a while at the level of progress you are making now?


Hi Neak - I see life hasn't slowed down any. I think you'll handle it ok though.

SS

Hi SS, and gang! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
No don't go over to my thread. I'm in Scarlett O'Hara mode: I'll think about things tomorrow.

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Today's WH's 50th birthday. He's in Europe with OW.
I sent him a mesage to his cell phone (he has roaming). We actually don't know WHERE he is, because he doesn't seem to be able to tell the girls...

Anyway, that's about all the exciting news for today.

Congrats on the grandchildren!

I think I like him better when he's cranky! He's hovering! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> I guess he should think he's dying more often. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> He's been coming in in the evening and standing over my shoulder while I play Text Twist, giving me suggestions, rubbing my lumpy neck and shoulder muscles, and then cracking my neck--which is permanently in bad shape from an accident with a stupid drunk driver about 8-9 years ago. Actually, that part of it's fun. Today he wanted me to come in to town at lunch and eat with him (50 mile round trip), but I suggested going out for pizza this evening when he gets home. So we're going out to eat. What is this world coming to, anyway? And don't get all mushy on me about this. It's definitely better than squabbling, but he still almost always refuses to do anything I actually want him to, or request from him. I don't get it, but I get that I don't get it! Get it? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

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Time for me to turn in....huge lingering headache.....think it is weather/sinus related.

Poor Cinders. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> Allergies are the pits.

Got a full day of cleaning and grocery shopping ahead of me, woohoo! I know it's time to go shopping when I even run out of potatoes! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

morning to all

see I'm getting used to your reverse times <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

well update on little 'ms I can handle it'.<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />

I came over a few nights ago, about 8.30, let myself in & called out for AW - nothing. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

So I walk through the house - nothing but sleeping Michael the lights a on
<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

Sliding door open to the back and there I find her. She is sitting on a crate in the shed just cying, well weeping would be more accurate.
All these terrible thoughts were going through my mind - well mums do that a lot the older you get <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

Anyway what happened was that she had emptied the shed and found our little Peter's gym & swing set, you know those things with a side and hoops and climbing things, She used to spend hours with Peter and the kids playing on it.
<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />

How any days she has been doing this I don't know, but it explains a bit. So she has finaly agreed to talk with Aussie and tell him why she has been so remote - of course I wouldn't call it backmail just a smart thing to do the silly !!!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />

I swear that between 3 of the 4 kids & grumpy they are turning my hair WHITE <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

Please give your daughter a hug for me, Mum. I am still tripping on little jammies and socks, every once in a while. It is not as acute as for poor AW, probably because it is much worse to stumble across something to which memories are attatched, instead of just hopes.

{{{{{{{{AW}}}}}}}}}}

{{{{{{{{{{{Mum too, because it must hurt you terribly to see her suffer}}}}}}}}}}}