Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
Too many tums can make it worse.
The doctor can help.
There is no diagnosis yet, but someone thought my g.e.r.d. symptoms were hiatal hernia.
Have got to get moving today, but it is hard. I promised someone something, so I must do it. I will be back later, and hope you will get to visit someone today so you won't be so alone or lonely.
I am fortunate to live south of the snow belt, for the most part squalls and road closures begin just north of town. The real heavy snow is well to the north up around Georgian Bay, I expect the ski resorts are happy enough with this weather.
Cwillie ...That does stink having to worry and wonder about if your party will take place or not because of your weather.....~Sorry~......
Just rang hi-fi repair shop to say - well, I didn't get to say anything, wretched man wouldn't let me finish my sentence in spite of numerous attempts including one prefaced "please can I finish the sentence?" [apparently not, then.]
He's had the thing for six weeks, it's cost me 45 quid in repair bills, I shlep it home and now the deck he's fixed runs too fast and the CD player, which was fine, isn't working. I wanted to take it to him for spare bits and he could give me my repair money back. He wants me to take it back so he "can look at it." What, for another month?
It's going to the recycling dump. I have bought a new one. I am cross, but at least I now can't get any crosser.
Oh God, aren't those famous last words..?
I received two voice messages and two emails from the insurance company (home/auto) trying to reach me about my mother's account (we use the same company/agent).
I call them and state "this is Maria XXX calling on behalf of my mother Joanna XXX. You have been trying to reach her - what do you need?"
Insurance guy: Her payment is late, would you like to make payment on her policy.
Me: Which house
Insurance Guy: 152 XXX Ct.
Me: She doesn't own that house - I do. Is there a payment missing for that house or for one of hers? What house do we owe money for?
Insurance guy (Leaves to look at records): I figured it out (proudly), she owes $794! do you want to make a payment?
Me: And, which house would that be. She owns XXX and XXX.
Insurance Guy: 152 XXX Ct. !
Me: She lives there but doesn't own that house. Call me back when you figure this out.
My confidence level is very low at this point.
The repair saga did get worse. Bad news, the clock that has been waiting since *May* still doesn't run right. Good news, the shop refused to charge anything at all for it. Bad news, the strap they'd got for my Bulova was hilariously bodged and frankly would have been a bit loose on the BFG. Good news, they didn't even think of charging for that (not completely sure how these jewellers are still in business, come to that).
Then the dog started whimpering to go home so I left the watch with her, packed up the clock and we headed out to the narrow pedestrians-only street. Where, bizarrely, a man in his ? sixties ? seventies who said he was an art student at the local college pressed a neatly wrapped package into my hands and explained this was an exercise in getting their work seen and would I please take it home for Christmas. Duh? I offered him a charity donation, he said no. I hope it's not a painting of his willy or something, it's been that kind of day and my MIL will be there...
Wink wink, nudge, nudge, say no more.
Mom2Mom, the stupidity of the insurance company reminds me of a time where I went to the family doctor as a teenager for something...and the doctor had my Mom's file on the table! Thankfully Mom and I had the same allergy. He didn't even check the birthdate on the file...Mom was 34 yrs. older then I. You would think he could tell the difference between someone middle aged and a skinny teenager. People's stupidity is scary and causes a lot of unnecessary grief.