Let Sleeping Dogs Rant

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Thrilling (?) non-GS/ES Friday report, see man:

 

Oh, brother,  man.

 

Prepped for very promising-looking GS/ES tour, si man.

Hit first GS, which turned out to be part of a community GS, nice 'hood man.

Found shuffleboard game at one of said GSs, score we man.

Came out of first ES (one of Many [2+1]) within a mile of each other), score there too man.

Saw phone message from Mama T-B., oh no man.

 

Called Mama T-B., call we man senior she man.

Mama T-B. weak-sounding, uh-oh man.

"My blood pressure is Many00/Many00, and I'm weak and trembling," said senior she man to we man.

"I need to go to the hospital, and I'll call Many-1-1; I need you," said senior she man to we man.

We were almost an hour away,  man.

"We will meet you at the hospital, si man," said we man to senior she man.

 

We blew back to the casa, good thing no cops man.

Changed clothes and blew to the hospital, si man.

No trace of Mama T-B., no man.

 

Phone rang while we were there, si man.

"Where are you, huh man?" asked senior she man to we man.

"Where are YOU, huh man?" asked we man to senior she man.

"We were waiting for you to come so we could call Many-1-1, si man!"

     , thought we man.

 

We blew over to Mama T-B.'s, not far man.

The Many-1-1 operator asked half-of-half an hour's worth of questions, what the ___ man.

Paramedics (indeed, a pair of medics) came, Mama T-B. knew one of them man.

We said that we would meet them at the hospital, si man.

 

We had trouble parking, always man.

Went into Emergency, si man.

Mama T-B. visible inside corridor, see senior she man we man.

Dumb clerkette had no record of Mama T-B.,  man.

"They just brought her IN, see her there man!" said exasperated we man.

Clerkette finally acknowledged the situation,  man.

 

Mama T-B. soon sent us away, all under control man.

Lunch was at nearby Olive Garden, lunch special ingest we man.

Returned to casa to recharge phone and siesta, amazing no interruptions man.

 

Mini-B. called from skool, call we man wee man.

"I'm going to stay for a Social; get me at half-past Many," said wee man to we man.

This suited us, OK man.

 

Mini-B. called us barely half an hour later, call we man wee man.

"Come get me now; I'm bored, yawn man," said wee man to we man.

We went to get him and had to go into the skool, weary we man.

The Principalette escorted Mini-B. out and told us that leaving early isn't allowed, no man.

"If you commit to go to these, you must stay to the end," said she man to we man and wee man.

We agreed, exhausted we man.

 

Mini-B. wouldn't put down his phone even at the casa, yell we man at wee man.

Attitude degenerated, impudent wee man.

 

Din-din was burgers, traditional Friday ingestation for Two Guys man.

We showed Mini-B. the shuffleboard game, big hit with wee man man.

Miu also tried to play while batting the pieces in motion, interferential miu man.

 

Mini-B. half-heartedly agreed to a movie night, OK man.

Got bored just Many minutes into American Graffiti, oh well man.

Finally watched half of The Odd Couple, finish tomorrow night man.

Many (2+2) bowls of Costco popcorn consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Played more shuffleboard (with miu) and mini-hoop, play Two Guys man.

Mini-B. then played V.R. on his Oculus, eager wee man.

It's within an hour of midnight and we're still trying to get Mini-B. to bed,  man.

Got message that Mama T-B. was admitted for observation/further testing, big surprise man.

 

No word from or about Mama T-B., no news probably good news man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. off on an overnight with the Rojo, regards and sympathies to the Rojo man.

We are disappointed with the truncated ES itinerary, but the remainder could have been duds, reason we man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, forget it man.

Unsure of GS-ing tomorrow, pending Mama T-B.'s situation man.

What a day,  man.

[Ontarkie 14,193]

2 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

What's an over, huh D ma'am?

Oh man! It's a new word just for you so you won't be afraid of the oven

 

[Ontarkie 14,193]

50 minutes ago, TBoneTX said:

Thrilling (?) non-GS/ES Friday report, see man:

 

Oh, brother,  man.

 

Prepped for very promising-looking GS/ES tour, si man.

Hit first GS, which turned out to be part of a community GS, nice 'hood man.

Found shuffleboard game at one of said GSs, score we man.

Came out of first ES (one of Many [2+1]) within a mile of each other), score there too man.

Saw phone message from Mama T-B., oh no man.

 

Called Mama T-B., call we man senior she man.

Mama T-B. weak-sounding, uh-oh man.

"My blood pressure is Many00/Many00, and I'm weak and trembling," said senior she man to we man.

"I need to go to the hospital, and I'll call Many-1-1; I need you," said senior she man to we man.

We were almost an hour away,  man.

"We will meet you at the hospital, si man," said we man to senior she man.

 

We blew back to the casa, good thing no cops man.

Changed clothes and blew to the hospital, si man.

No trace of Mama T-B., no man.

 

Phone rang while we were there, si man.

"Where are you, huh man?" asked senior she man to we man.

"Where are YOU, huh man?" asked we man to senior she man.

"We were waiting for you to come so we could call Many-1-1, si man!"

     , thought we man.

 

We blew over to Mama T-B.'s, not far man.

The Many-1-1 operator asked half-of-half an hour's worth of questions, what the ___ man.

Paramedics (indeed, a pair of medics) came, Mama T-B. knew one of them man.

We said that we would meet them at the hospital, si man.

 

We had trouble parking, always man.

Went into Emergency, si man.

Mama T-B. visible inside corridor, see senior she man we man.

Dumb clerkette had no record of Mama T-B.,  man.

"They just brought her IN, see her there man!" said exasperated we man.

Clerkette finally acknowledged the situation,  man.

 

Mama T-B. soon sent us away, all under control man.

Lunch was at nearby Olive Garden, lunch special ingest we man.

Returned to casa to recharge phone and siesta, amazing no interruptions man.

 

Mini-B. called from skool, call we man wee man.

"I'm going to stay for a Social; get me at half-past Many," said wee man to we man.

This suited us, OK man.

 

Mini-B. called us barely half an hour later, call we man wee man.

"Come get me now; I'm bored, yawn man," said wee man to we man.

We went to get him and had to go into the skool, weary we man.

The Principalette escorted Mini-B. out and told us that leaving early isn't allowed, no man.

"If you commit to go to these, you must stay to the end," said she man to we man and wee man.

We agreed, exhausted we man.

 

Mini-B. wouldn't put down his phone even at the casa, yell we man at wee man.

Attitude degenerated, impudent wee man.

 

Din-din was burgers, traditional Friday ingestation for Two Guys man.

We showed Mini-B. the shuffleboard game, big hit with wee man man.

Miu also tried to play while batting the pieces in motion, interferential miu man.

 

Mini-B. half-heartedly agreed to a movie night, OK man.

Got bored just Many minutes into American Graffiti, oh well man.

Finally watched half of The Odd Couple, finish tomorrow night man.

Many (2+2) bowls of Costco popcorn consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Played more shuffleboard (with miu) and mini-hoop, play Two Guys man.

Mini-B. then played V.R. on his Oculus, eager wee man.

It's within an hour of midnight and we're still trying to get Mini-B. to bed,  man.

Got message that Mama T-B. was admitted for observation/further testing, big surprise man.

 

No word from or about Mama T-B., no news probably good news man.

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. off on an overnight with the Rojo, regards and sympathies to the Rojo man.

We are disappointed with the truncated ES itinerary, but the remainder could have been duds, reason we man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, forget it man.

Unsure of GS-ing tomorrow, pending Mama T-B.'s situation man.

What a day,  man.

Wow what a day/night. 

Prayers for your mom. 

[TBoneTX 45,071]

6 minutes ago, Ontarkie said:

It's a new word just for you

Gracias, D ma'am -- and, in return, you have earned a handsome 0.000001% discount off a deluxe POTS, order yours today ma'am.

5 minutes ago, Ontarkie said:

Wow what a day/night. 

Prayers for your mom. 

Gracias, D ma'am.  We can't figure out why she reacts with the severe weakness/trembling to blood-pressure medications, no man.

[Neonred 3,551]

Hope Mama T-B is getting well.  My elderly mother is "playing" with her bp meds as well.  She says she knows more than the doctor.  

 

Yesterday I saw my first pro-Palestinian protest here in Istanbul complete with police in riot gear.  Where else but in front of the local McDonalds LOL.  Made a quick U-turn and got out of there.   Police were apparently quick to disperse them from the busy tourist area.

[TBoneTX 45,071]

16 hours ago, Neonred said:

Hope Mama T-B is getting well.

Gracias, si G man.  More in Thrilling non-ES Saturday report to follow, see man.

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Saturday ES report, see man:

 

We were able to hit Many (2+1) ESs today, including 2 from Friday's abortion, redo man.

 

The Many'rd ES yielded the take, see man:

 -- Many packs (tupacs + tupacs + onepac) disposable din-din plates; 2 bars Dial soap = 

        $Many ($2+1), steal man

Total = $Many ($2+1)

Edited November 1, 2023 by TBoneTX

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Thrilling non-ES Saturday report, see man:

 

We almost pulled an ex-Mrs.-T-B. by running out of gas in the T-B.-mobile, saved just in time man.

Lunch was Subway* on way back from ES-ing, ingest Two Guys man.

     *WUOC, financially savvy we man

 

Mini-B. played heartily with his Oculus and on computer games, recreational wee man.

We got a nice hourlong+ siesta, zzz we man.

 

Mama T-B. called, speak at length senior she man with we man man.

The neurologist wants a cranial MRI, see man.

One possibility is a "stroke in progress," never heard of one so slow man.

However, it might explain the leg-weakness, explain neurodoc man to senior she man man.

Cardiologist found fluid around the heart, significance unknown man.

Will probably keep her hospitalized till Monday at least, nothing much happens on Sundays man.

Maybe they will "x-ray her head and find nothing," knew it all along we man.

Discharge would probably be to a rehabilitation facility, make sure senior she man can walk man.

 

Mama T-B. ordered us to go to her apartment, go we man with wee man man.

We were to take home stuff from the refrigerator, not unusual man.

We were to get on her computer for MyChart info, nothing new there man.

We were to start the Mama-T-B.-mobile, started right up man.

We were to get the mail, only junk man.

Mama T-B. seemed satisfied with our performance, rarity man.

 

Someone blabbed to Uncle T-B. that his "sister was taken away by ambulance," shut UP man.   

Of course, Uncle T-B. went aysheep, hard to convince to relax man.

 

Din-din was nuked macaroni elbows, Italian meatballs (Aldi), spaghetti sauce (Aldi), and the aforementioned garlic bread (Aldi), ingest Two Guys man.

The garlic bread air-fried very nicely, relief man.

Mini-B. highly satisfied with all, high-Many wee man we man man.

 

Mini-B. used his phone liberally today, oh well man.

 

Finished second half of The Odd Couple, outstanding acting man.

Zero Costco popcorns were consumed, still stuffed from din-din Two Guys man.

 

On Sunday, amigo should be able to come over, tear the casa up man.

Mama-of-amigo is exceptionally cordial, not bad-looking, and perhaps available, investigate we man.

 

Mini-B. still not in bed, late night man.

If ever accomplished, party with the rubias, cavort we man.

Overall, not a bad day, conclude we man.

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Thrilling Sunday report, see man:

 

Mini-B. excited about the prospect of his amigo coming over, si to extra wee man wee man.

We contacted mom, si man.

She suggested that she bring amigo an hour earlier than we'd envisioned, get moving we man.

Amigo thereby brought at noon, multiple wee men man.

 

Wee men well-behaved for most of time, si man.

Fortunately, both accepted onecan each of S+Ms for lunch, ingest wee men at no cost to us man.

Lunch for us was onecan of beef stew, ingest we man.

 

We wrangled laundry, seemingly more than usual for some reason man.

Then Mini-B. asked to walk to amigo's casa with him to get his Oculus, no way man.

We were intensely involved with laundry and already had a headache, si man.

We finally took amigo to his casa and back, our only exit from casa we man.

 

We reached a stopping place with the laundry and risked taking a siesta, exhausted we man.

After the Many'th hour, wee men became rambunctious, bored or overstimulated wee men man.

Mom came to retrieve amigo, bye wee man man.

We later found that wee men were playing with the downstairs bathroom door and locked it,  man.

We had to call neighbor to pop it, fireman's tool used man.

 

Din-din for Mini-B. was Many (2+1) PB&J sandwiches, ingest wee man man.

We had no din-din, headache man.

 

Ex-Mrs.-T-B. showed up approximately on time, enter ex-she man man.

The Many (2+1) of us played mini-hoop, raucous man.

We then played indoor "volleyball" first with round ball then with football, dangerous man.

We then went outside and threw a real (fake) football, ow ow ow ow OW our body man.

Mini-B. then left after a good Two Guys week with great Two Guys din-dins, bye wee man man.

 

We dished and must de-dish the very full warsher, domestic we man.

Miu was apparently mollified by visit from neighbor who popped the lock, no question Big Bruddah's absence miu man.

Party with the rubias imminent, cavort we man.

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Thrilling (?) Monday report, see man:

 

Lunch was the 2 remaining hot dogs from Two Guys week + the 2 salads from Mama T-B.'s refrigerator, ingest we man.

 

Immediately after ingestation, Mama T-B. called, phone we man senior she man.

The hourlong yak included the following, see man:

 -- lack of coordinated care, dispersed man

 -- no word on approval/rejection of rehab-hospital transfer, crucial man

 -- fear of Medicare's belated rejection of rehab-hospital transfer, meaning self-pay man

 -- being left in a chair for over an hour, seated senior she man

 -- inability to walk and lack of fizzicle therapy, frustrated senior she man

 -- lack of anything notable on brain MRIs/heart scans, x-rayed her head and found nothing man

 -- inability to get into MyChart by cell phone, locked-out senior she man

 -- need to revise one crucial detail in Will, corporate name-change man;

 -- inability to write and to think clearly, frustrated senior she man

 

We made immediate calls to various people for answers, most of these successful man.

We went to Mama T-B.'s casa to copy her financial PoA and read MyChart on computer, cooperative we man.

Mama T-B. kept us on the phone the entire time and yelled at us most of that time, enraged senior she man.

When satisfied, Mama T-B. let us leave, released we man.

 

On way back to casa, procured din-din in the form of a WhataBurger chili cheeseburger* + medium fries + medium drink, ingest we man.

     *WUOC, financially savvy we man

We specified "no onions, no man" but found it plastered with onions,  man.

 

It being nearly sundown, we attempted a sorely needed siesta, attempt zzz we man.

However, with us barely half into it, Mama T-B. called, intense senior she man.

She had learned that she was to be transferred to rehab hospital probably tomorrow, OK man.

We were ordered to take down a detailed list and to procure everything on it tonight, ordered we man.

 

We went back to Mama T-B.'s casa, cooperative we man.

We found most of the stuff where it reputedly was, si man.

Had to call Mama T-B. twice for clarification, irritated senior she man.

Mama T-B. then had us sign into MyChart again, be sure that it worked man.

We got back to our casa at Many p.m., long day man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.

Probably early call from Mama T-B., discharge papers man.

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Thrilling (?!!) Tuesday report, see man:

 

Mama T-B. called rather early to say that hospital discharge would be around noon, unconfirmed man.

She gave us another list of stuff to get from her crib, dutifully note we man.

She said that it would be simpler for us to meet her in the new place after transfer, relax we man.

 

We then got an e-mail from the hospital confirming noon discharge, news to Mama T-B. man.

Lunch (hasty) was onebag of nuked mixed vegetables and a generic Excedrin, ingest we man.

We got on the way to Mama T-B.'s crib, embark we man.

We passed a voting location on the way and voted on the Texas Constitutional amendments, patriotic we man.

 

At Mama T-B.'s crib, we first checked the mail, already delivered man.

We discovered newspaper inserts with Arby's and Wendy's coupons, delighted we man.

We rooted through the recycle bin to collect a bunch more, financially savvy we man.   

We then proceeded to Mama T-B.'s crib and collected the stuff, dutiful we man.

We answered some e-mails on Mama T-B.'s behalf, advance permission man.

 

Mama T-B. called to say that she was at the rehab hospital, come on over we man.

We brought all the stuff, neatly bagged man.

Mama T-B. complained about the nurse's aide, apparently an idiot he man.

Mama T-B. insisted on inspecting/handling each brought item and stowing it/ordering it stowed, typical of ex-she man man.  

We tried to be patient with this, si man.

 

Hospital pharmacist came in to confirm medications/allergies, sharp he man.

Nurse came in to introduce herself/perform orientation, sharp (and cute-but-married) she man.

Schedule for fizzicle* therapy seems rigorous yet kind, si man.

     *should be the spelling, si man

 

Mama T-B.'s cell-phone cord was too short for room layout, not surprising man.

We went to Best Buy for another, get longer one for ourself too man.

Returned to rehab place, return we man.

Mama T-B. complained (more mildly) that new cord was too long,  man.

 

Mama T-B. gave us a short list of more items to bring, OK man.

We went back to crib to collect them to bring on Wednesday, dutiful we man.

 

We were exhausted, out-wiped we man.

It was evening rush traffic, didn't want to fight it to get to Wendy's** or Popeye's** man.

     **for each of which we had coupons, financially savvy we man

We went to food court at mall, stood in line at only popular place there man.

At the casa (after treating/din-dinning demanding miu), consumed heavy container of beef teriyaki + rice, ingest we man.

Price ($Many) was a little above that of a full buffet, financially unsavvy but weary we man.

 

Briefed ex-Mrs.-T-B., sympathetic ex-she man.

Napped for nearly an hour, zzz we man.

 

We conclude that this next 2-week rehab period is crucial, si man.

If Mama T-B. recovers sufficiently to resume independence, sigh of relief man.

If she does not, she will need skilled nursing, level above assisted living man.

She will have to vacate her crib, sigh man.

If this happens, she will want to die and will probably achieve that, willful senior she man.

We find ourself worrying/hoping/praying, real potential pickle man.

[mam521 2,030]

Sorry to hear you're having so many challenges with your mom.  It's always tough to deal with aging and decline.  It seems she had a number of items in place already to help deal, but it's still a strain, as prepared as one might think they are.  

[TBoneTX 45,071]

True and gracias, mam ma'am.

 

Wednesday Mama-T-B. report, see man:

We went to Mama T-B.'s crib again to pick up more stuff, dutiful we man.

She wanted some clothes, necessary at rehab facility man.

She knew precisely where these items were closeted, amazing and to wit man:

 "Hanging about 2 or Many from the left are these blouses -- 2 are blue, one is red, see man."

We had to do colors by the process of elimination, slightly colorblind we man*.

     *courtesy of Grandpa T-B. as passed through Mama T-B., her fault man

But we guessed right on both pants and both blouses, relief man.

We also brought the other stuff, no complaints yet man.

 

Mama T-B. reports that FT (Fizzicle Therapy) went better than OT (Occupational Therapy), report senior she man.

She will have Many (2+1) Many-hour ([2+1]-hour) therapy sessions per day, good stuff man.

 

Full Wednesday report this eve, report crepuscularly we man.

[TBoneTX 45,071]

Thrilling Wednesday non-Mama-T-B. report, see man:

 

Almost normalcy, amazing man.

After Mama-T-B. visit, went to Costco, go we man.

Got Many (2+2) items, 2 on sale man.

Place surprisingly unmobbed midweek at midday, interesting man.

Lunch was the footlong Costco hot dog + Pepsi*, ingest we man.

     *for $1 + half a buck, financially savvy we man

 

After servicing demanding miu, we took a much-needed siesta, zzz we man.

 

Mini-B. in a mood with a 'tude upon skool pickup, oof man.

Refused suggestions of din-din and demanded to go straight to the casa, unprecedented man.

Finally he calmed down and requested Popeye's, retrieve** we man and ingest Two Guys man.

     **bought WUOC, financially savvy we man

Mini-B. helped Mama T-B. with a phone issue, by phone man.

Mini-B. then played V.R. until his Oculus died, perfect timing for return man.

Overall, not the optimal but not the worst Two Guys eve, oh well man.

 

We have already identified a couple or Many ESs for the weekend, geographically promising man.

Party with the rubias later, resume cavorting we man.

[mam521 2,030]

18 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

We had to do colors by the process of elimination, slightly colorblind we man*.

I think colorblindness is more common than people realize.  My one bestie's husband is colorblind and I have a friend who somehow managed to get a chemical engineering degree despite being colorblind.  I said to him "how in the he!! did you do titrations in chem?!" "A really good lab partner!" HA!

 

We worked together and the guys during our training class couldn't figure out why I'd tell him which curve was what color  during instruction.  We were asked about it on the bus on the way back to our housing complex. 

 

Student: "Why do you always tell him what colors the curves are"

Friend: "I'm colorblind"

Me: "If I tell him which one is red and which one is magenta, he knows and remembers."

Student: "Really?!" *contemplates for a second* "What color is grass to you?"

Me: "How do you expect him to know the color of grass?  Sure, he's been told it's green but he can't see green!"

Friend: "She's right.  Maybe it's like what you'd see as orange."

 

Interesting conversation but it has stuck with me and I do try to remember to ask if anyone I'm teaching is colorblind because my line of work is fairly dependent in being able to see color.