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Non-complaints: 1. I finally received my Florida Treasure Hunt (unclaimed funds) check!* We can say Buh-bye to some debt and replace my late laptop HAL & Husband's not-aging-gracefully tablet. 2. Last night, we had my belated birthday dinner with kids at a hibachi restaurant. Amazing food. Also got a Barnes&Noble gift card from Daughter. 3. One of the local librarians bought a big pack of rubber ducky earrings from Amazon (we do a duck race library fundraiser annually) and gave me a pair.
(Minor) complaint: of course aforementioned check shows up on the weekend, when we can't do anything with it until tomorrow.
*If you're in the US, check your state government website to see if you have owed funds. It's worth it.
That's very good to hear, and good for him. I cannot stand bullies.
Wouldn't say I were bullied at school like he was, but I was very introvert to the point of being avoided by pretty much everyone really. Everyone thought I was weird, and to most people I suppose I am, but really I'm just introvert to the extreme, and can't stand being around others. Still can't even to this day. In fact these days, if it were not for forums, I would likely never communicate with anyone at all, other then when I do my shopping. But that's fine by me. Any other situation would be intolerable and drive me mad.
Out of sheer curiosity, I often try to research my condition, and something that often comes up would suggest that I'm very likely an empath. But even if that's the case, I know there's far more to my condition than being an empath. The part of me that finds society to be intolerably toxic has been with me my whole life, even as a kid on his own in the playground, so you can imagine how intolerable society must be 30-40 years on from when I were a kid.
As always, I see what's going on in the world and how it has gotten so bad now. And lately, I no longer even try to warn people of what I see (know) is coming. Seems I've spent my whole life doing that, but it back-fired on me every time I did it. As per usual, the only thing that goes through my mind each and every time I think about the situation at hand, is; Why can't everyone just be nice? Why do people want to kill other people? Will there ever be a solution to it all?
If those wanting to cause harm and distress to others were to put the same amount of effort into actually helping someone, honestly, I think the world would be fixed in a heartbeat.
COMPLAINT: Duke lost to UConn in the last second and won't be playing in the Final Four. Basketball March Madness is over for me.
I am trying to activate SafeLink. I was on the phone for aboutr 40 minutes and then I had to get a VOIP line on my iPad. Apparently I need to pay that app to get a number for someone to call me. So I had to call back. I have been on that phone call over twenty minutes. I did take a sleepy pill so i am getting sleepy. also a moth decided to fly through my open window to say hi.
...never was involved in altercations at school or even with siblings when I was growing up. Luck of the draw I guess.
The worst spate of bloody noses I experienced was while I was in college which turned out to be due to turpentine fumes that were prevalent on the oil painting studio where I worked a fair amount of time. None since then
Rhinologically speaking these days it's pretty much allergies (tree pollen) being the biggest irritant along with occasional draining of the sinuses during prolonged damp weather (common here in the Great Northwet).
On the other hand (and foot, and knee, and hip, and shoulder, etc) arthritis has definitely exacted a toll on me.
Here is a story about a bloody nose. I have a rare genetic disease. It causes veins and organs to spontaneously rupture. One doctor put me on a blood thinner. I was completely opposed to being on a blood thinner, questioned the doctor as to whether this was really a smart idea, but ultimately agreed. Needless to say, an artery in my nose ruptured. I was transported to the hospital in an ambulance because of the severity of the bleeding. By the time they could stop the bleeding, I was slipping into sleep from the blood loss. I had to have a blood transfusion. Then, I had the privilege of spending a number of days in the hospital until the blood thinner was out of my system. Never will I let another doctor talk me into taking a blood thinner.
Was there any acknowledgement from the Doctor that the advice given was sub-optimal? Somehow I doubt it, their insurers would regard it a 'Admission of liability' and abandon the doctor forthwith, where what is really needed is to learn and if mistakes are needed to learn, then at least acknowledge them.
Regards,
Richard
I am also an introvert and have to fight to walk out of my home at times. It doesn't help that if my TSH levels go crazy, it affects my mental state and I withdraw severely. Just trying to go to work or the store is a test of will. Forget other activities. I am better now. Going online for me is difficult too. I have had some bad experiences.
But on a positive note, remember, your smile, kind word, or a hug can take a bad day and change it around for someone. Especially if they are in a service job and take crap from folks throughout the day and can't respond in kind.
Mary
SafeLink did not work, but assurance wireless worked with me to activatecmy iPhone 15.
Complaint in Poem form.
In the hush between heartbeats, when the house forgets to breathe, a single chirp cuts the dark— sharp as a pebble tossed into a still pond of sleep.
It echoes down the hallway, a tiny mechanical conscience reminding you that peace is always temporary, that batteries have opinions, and they choose the most inconvenient hour to express them.
You rise— half dream, half irritation— fumbling for a chair, a light, a reason this must happen now.
But the smoke detector, perched like a smug little moon, offers only silence until you turn away… then— chirp.
And in that moment, you understand eternity.
Try getting a new smoke detector. Kidde has new ones that have a ten year battery. No more beeping at 3:00 am! I just got some for my wired system.
I won the lottery with my birth family, and I wish everyone else here had as well. I've never been able to understand why people would hurt their kids on purpose, and now that I have my own I understand it even less.
Did not win the lottery at school. Had some great teachers, did have some classmates I was friendly with and a few I condisered friends (all who were likewise at the bottom of the social ladder), but mostly? Elementary school was rough, and in junior and senior high it got worse, (especially with boys, we'll leave it at that) and eventually a death threat left on my telephone answering machine. My parents called the cops and I wasn't allowed out of anyone's sight for at least a week. The second I hit junior year and was eligible to take college classes instead of going to my high school, I was outta there. College was much nicer as pretty much everyone ignored me except for the little crew I hung out with in the Queer Student Center, and we all had each others' backs.
Most of my bloody noses as a child came from running face-first into large immovable objects. Yes, multiple times, although in my defense I was usually paying attention to something else (like chasing a ball) and then looked up just in time for impact. I've been fortunate to not really get them as an adult. Sympathies to those of you who do.
Little Dude gets them on occasion, and wow, they're... spectacular. First one he got I discovered because he had walked over looking like something out of a horror movie, carefully holding his tablet with blood pooled all over the screen, and looked up at me to announce in the most innocent voice possible, "Oh dear."
Of course, he was only 2-ish at the time, and didn't have a concept of why this might be alarming. It was just a troublesome mess that should probably be brought to Mama's attention because he wasn't sure what to do about it.
I think I deserve a gold star sticker for not saying the first thing that slammed through my head. Spoiler alert: it was not "oh dear," although the second word did have the same number of letters.
I'm very sorry to hear you have it that way, Mary. That must be very hard and I'm not going to pretend that I think there's a fix for this stuff. I don't.
For me it's different in that I'm at least able to put-on a happy face in public. I'm expert at it. In pathology I believe it's referred to as being a "chameleon". It's handy for sure, but results in the (very) cruel consequence of never standing a chance of ever being correctly dignosed. I know for a fact that people appreciate how calm and polite I am. Noteworthy because I've specifically been told so on a few occasions over the years. And while the calmness and politeness people get from me is genuine, there's always the other part of me working overtime in the background, urging me to get back to my flat and shut the door behind me ASAP.
I think the problem we face is that society is so very toxic now, that the societal gap between us and those who are able to get on with their lives, becomes greater and greater, and so for people like us, the level of toxicity that is tolerated in society, becomes more and more profound. The more profoundly toxic things get, the more it becomes unbearable, and the harder it becomes to tolerate even behind closed doors.
But to end, here's at least a few words of hope and wisdom! Because no matter what happens, one thing people like us can always be sure of is that we are on the right side of society, always were, and always will be. And personally, I think the only hope that people like us have, is for UBI to arrive and radically set about repairing society before it gets to the stage where even the most determined of us can no longer tolerate it.
Mine are too, but the things still chrip.
I think you can get old stock, depleted, smoke detectors in The Dollar Store, where they go "cheap". (*Groan!*)
That joke was absolute fire (*Groan!*).
Joking aside, it could well be that the backup battery has expired. As far as I'm aware, they all have a backup battery in case the mains connection fails, and I know for a fact that mine only ever chirps to let me know when the backup battery needs changing.
Nope. The specialist called in to the hospital from home to stop the bleeding told me I that had been right; that is, someone with my disease should never have been prescribed blood thinners. The vast majority of people with my disease die from artery ruptures - bleed to death. To prescribe a medication to someone that increases the likelihood of that happening is the exact opposite of what should be haven been done. I completely agree with you that this is a case where the doctor should have acknowledged his error and used it as a learning experience.
I hear you. Why do the batteries ALWAYS die in the middle of the night? Why can't they die at noon?
The ones I'm talking about have a built in battery...they don't use the usual 9Volt battery that has to be replaced now and then, usually when you're fast asleep! It is a sealed in battery that you can't change, and don't need to change.
Could be a planned obsolescence thing, cause with a built-in battery you might need to replace the entire alarm unless it quits chirping.
How many 9V batteries do you think you'd replace in ten years? More than enough to purchase a new one that will last another ten, or maybe longer...battery tech gets better all the time.
I wonder if safety tech gets better as well? I added alarms when the kids and I moved back in 6 years ago, and they're definitely nicer than what was there previously. (Granted what was there previous was the one alarm that had come with the house, and I'm pretty sure it was the original from when it was built in the late 1970's.)
I just tried a translator app on my iPad. I thought it would be Hallo. Warum ist das Badezimmer? But they chose Hallo. Wo ist das Badezimmer?
I found it hilarious, as the app assumed what I meant instead of translating what I said.
The sensors in typical Smoke & Carbon Monoxide (important where you have gas fired central heating systems as are common in the UK) themselves have an operational life beyond which their sensitivity will drop off to the point where they might not work well as they should, this is somewhere around ten years on average from manufacture but like all things it will vary between units and usage, dirty dusty areas tend to degrade the sensors quicker. They may 'Test' alright but in real life usage may perform below where you might want. They cost about £15-£25 each depending on model, features etc in the UK, so in my opinion even at the top end £50 over ten years is a small price to pay for the safety of yourselves and your families.
As for batteries always failing at night, that's simple, battery performance drops off when they get cold, talk to any EV owner driver about how much range they loose in winter or any nature photographer about how much quicker their camera batteries die in winter, and as household temperatures are typically lower at night that's where the battery performance is most likely to drop below the low voltage trigger point.
Two notes:
Something I have had to do, if you are on medications, look them up to see if they are blood thinners. I have had to write them down and put the list on my desktop because I have to hold off of taking them prior to procedures too often. (Someone I know was taking handfuls of over the counter pain killers for his headaches and had nose bleeds. I pointed out the blood thinner properties and other issues that had on his body. He stopped, went back to taking only the recommended amount when needed.)
Keep Hydrogen Peroixde around your laundry area. It will take/dissolve the blood from clothing before you wash them. Also helps other cleanable surfaces (not computers, use Rubbing Alcohol).
I have a gas boiler in the UK. Must admit I have no Carbon Monoxide alarm, because the boiler is room sealed and is on a wall with no other windows or openings into the house. We have a mains powered smoke alarm. Saves waking up to chirrups from the alarm. Does nothing for the 3am chirrups waking us up from the blinkin' CAT, though. Hrrumph.
Regards,
Richard
I wondered about the operational life. Definitely makes sense to have a new one every 10 in that case. Definitely a comparative bargain in the long run, though with six to replace it's still a hit to a tight budget when they all come due at the same time. (We have one in each bedroom, one in the hall by the kitchen, one by the deck doors, one by the door to the garage, and one in the basement. Considering we're in a quad home, one of my greatest fears is one of my neighbors in the structure does something regrettable and the whole thing goes up.)
I don't think the chirps are as simple as just getting cold, though. While I'm sure it's true for some, both my house now and the one I lived in growing up were pretty steady temperatures in deference to the animals in our care... and they still started chirping at night. I think they just like to be dramatic.
Complaint: Raining hard today. Two weeks until payday, budget spreadsheet shows that I'm already $20 in the red.
Non-complaint: Wheee..., tomorrow is laundry day. Bus to BurgerKing, Breakfast at BurgerKing, toddle to laundromat, toddle to drugstore, toddle to grocery, Uber home.
Complaint: Then I'll be deeper in the red.
Having to use "future money" for the next two weeks.
Complaint: Pop up on computer just now warned of 2 inches of rain tomorrow.
Complaint: I lost my hardcopy bill from the hospital for recent tests. Musta evaporated.
And now I find that I can't log into my hospital's billing department website.
I may have to talk to a human being.
Complaint: The stupidity. It burns.
The system used to be: persons with disabilities are entitled to X hours of care depending on county assessment/determination of their needs, in order to help them stay in the community vs. being institutionalized. This care can be provided by an outside professional or a chosen person, like a family member or a friend. If it's a situation with a parent providing the hours for their child in lieu of an outside professional (encouraged because the professional caregiving field is desperately short-staffed) there's a bunch of stuff that gets waived. You have to get an ouside timecard company to handle your timecards, and submit hours like that... which is a pain, but whatever. If your kid can't handle administrative stuff (like approving the time card), handle it for them.
Then the government, in its infinite wisdom, decided that this could lead to fraud and abuse. People could be claiming more care time than they're providing! (Even though if you're the parent, you're putting in way more hours than the fraction you're allowed to claim anyway.)
And then the government decided that the best way to prevent fraud and abuse was to require a representative separate from the caregiver. Ideally the new representative is the other parent, who totally wouldn't also be in on the time fraud if it was going down. If you don't have a second parent, you're told to find a family member, friend, or neighbor to represent the kid, because someone not even in the house is DEFINITELY going to know if time fraud is going down.
This also means that whomever is representing the kid is less knowledgable about what the kid needs, and functionally the caregiver is still handling all the massive amount of paperwork to set things up because the rep has no clue what to put in any of the forms. So the only thing that has changed on that end is that there's extra complication for the caregiver to deal with, because clearly if you're eligible for this program you don't have enough on your plate with the actual care of the actual child.
Bonus: if the rep isn't the other parent (who arugably owes it to the kid to be involved) you've now dragged this hapless, saintly volunteer into severe "no good deed goes unpunished" territory.
And now any questions that HR or anybody doesn't feel like dealing with, they'll say "you need to ask the representative".... lady, if I don't know, I guarantee you my mom doesn't either.)
However, if that all wasn't stupid, pointless, and counter-productive enough...
I just found out that the representative has to sign off that they have provided training to the caretaker on how to care for the child.
They also must provide a performance review at least once yearly, in spite of not being in the building at all when any of this is happening.
And approve any and all medications before they are given to the child.
They're telling me I have to ask my mom if it's okay I give my own kid some #$#*& Tylenol.
But hey, best interest of the child and Your Tax Dollars at work.
Pardon me while I go flip a table.