I've got Dental insurance for the first time since my divorce in 2001....but I can't file a claim until May of 2015.
What's the point of insurance?
I've got Dental insurance for the first time since my divorce in 2001....but I can't file a claim until May of 2015.
What's the point of insurance?
Great, that's the sense of entitlement I'm going to have to deal with tomorrow. Going to have a mediation meeting with people who claim they can't pay back €7500 in €200 installments. Thing is, I think they are right, but what I am also going to have to tell them is that their debt is increasing with roughly €200 a month and that if they don't start radically cutting their expenses they're heading for personal bankrupcy.
Strange that; I am pretty much going to give them what they wanted, and the message that if they don't use that as an opportunity to start balancing their books they'll be worse off tomorrow.
Congratulations America
Kidney stones, once again. At least the Diclofenac is holding the pain at bay and I hope it clears up sunday at the latest, or I may have to go to the hospital once again.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
You're too young to have had so many kidney stone "episodes"! Something else must be going on in your body, and I hope your doctors figure it out sooner than later....Originally Posted by Khendraja'aro
It's genetics, GGT. Nothing unusual about that. My bloodwork is fine and I'm drinking enough.
On that note: I'm on my way to the hospital. Saturday and sunday didn't show any symptoms, but today I'm having slight twinges in the area in question and just found blood in my urine.
Damn. I had hoped I had already passed that stone.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tomorrow I'll be under general anesthetic for the first time. Just a minor procedure, though, which means I should be out of the hospital again around early afternoon.
Essentially the same as last time (double-j stent) but this time I'll be unconscious. The doctors actually looked at me like I had two heads when I told them that the last time I was fully conscious. In 14 days I'll go back and they'll get both the stone and the stent out of me. That one will see me in the hospital for two days, though.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
And I thought my root canal was annoying.Good luck.
Hope is the denial of reality
Thanks. The procedure itself was pretty unspectacular - the results are somewhat annoying, though.
First, let me make this clear: I don't like catheters. Which was a somewhat unwelcome surprise after waking up. Granted, I should've known that they'd lay one but that doesn't mean I have to like them.
Then there's the blood - the guys here seem to be a bit more capable than the doctors last time. The amount of damage to my urethra seems to be minimal but it still burns while peeing. At least it doesn't burn like lava, more like a pepper solution.
And lastly, once again there's a direct connection between my bladder and my left kidney now. Which means that every time I pee and exert the ever so slightest pressure, this means that my kidney also feels this pressure. And that results in a minor colic every time I go to the toilet. Fun times!
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Moral of the story: avoid doctors.
Hope is the denial of reality
The library system lost its tech support department a few months ago, we're managed by county IT now. Everyone on both sides of that deal knew it was going to suck, so the month long waits for new computers, having to explain how every little machine works in minute detail, the general cluelessness of county IT was expected and they lived up to those expectations and more, so much more.
Today's conversation went a little like this:
Me: Hey tech support, the sound isn't working on this PC
Tech Support: Please send us a screenshot of the issue
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Isn't (outpatient) Lithotripsy used in Germany?
Ha! Avoid kidneys more likeMoral of the story: avoid doctors.
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Just send him a silent screenshot of a word document where you've written in large bold letters "THE SOUND ISN'T WORKING ON THIS PC"
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
I sent a screenshot of Cage's 4'33" playing in Youtube. Don't think they appreciated it much, they called my boss and asked her to mark the machine as out of order so they could figure out the problem themselves, remotely.
Thankfully the one person around here who hates our IT more than I do is my boss.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
We certainly do Lithotripsy, though usually isn't very outpatient for some very good reasons:Isn't (outpatient) Lithotripsy used in Germany?
a) Ultrasonic lithotripsy doesn't work on some kind of stones. It does work for potassiumoxalate-dihydrate but does not for potassiumoxalate-monohydrate. Then there's the problem of the resulting shards - those still have to come out and they may be sharp. Finally, you may not shatter the stone into pieces small enough, requiring repeat performances (the doc told me about one incident where they had to repeat the procedure eight times)
b) The other procedures are more involved and, as such, not so great for outpatient.
I'm just back from the hospital, by the way. They used laser lithotripsy to shatter the stone but had discovered beforehand that the stone had become partially nested in the mucous membrane. Which necessitated a re-insertion of the DJ stent after complete removal of the stone and a day longer hospital stay. Most problematic: The amount of coagulated blood I passed. It actually managed to block the catheter completely so that they were force to pull that one (ouch) and insert a flushing catheter.
This is a type of catheter which has a larger diameter and sports two tubes instead of one: With the first one, the bladder is continually rinsed by a saline solution (I went through about 15 liters on the first day!) which then can run out through the second tube. This usually prevents larger clots from clogging the drain - though they still had to flush even that one specially for two times.
And, let me tell you this: While the removal of a catheter is painful, insertion of such a thing is agonizing. It will reduce you to tears easily. And there will be screams. Not to mention that you'll notice afterwards how many movements and reflexes involve the bladder sphincters. Sneezing and coughing were my favourite things to avoid. Moving around with the tubes hanging out of you was no picknick either (positive thing though: Internal organ problems slow down the bowel movements so you don't have to go (or rather: shuffle) to the toilet so often. Might easily result in constipation, however).
The DJ stent will be removed on the 2nd of January, hopefully that's the end of it.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Jesus Christ Khen.
Anaesthetics? Pain Killers?
It ain't no kidney stone but... walmart is selling Hot Wheels for 60 cents. Figured I'd use that promotion to pick up all of this years Holiday Line of cars for cheap. Found all but #4 ('70 Charger) in the series. Its going to eat at me now
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
For the most part, sure. I mean, I'm still coping with vertigo.
But you'd need pretty heavy-duty stuff for those catheter shenanigans and, simply put, not worth the risk unless there's a anesthetist nearby by chance.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
In İstanbul I've got a coal cellar under my house that I don't really use. The door to that cellar is opening to the street below the entrance of the house. I was aware of the door of the cellar being broken and had an idea in the back of my head that I should have it replaced some day. What I didn't know till today was that on several occasions the cellar had been used by (retail) drug dealers to hide their merchandise. Tomorrow a new solid steel door with 3 locks will be installed.
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I hope you confiscated the merchandise.
Hope is the denial of reality
I did not, I am not a habitual or otherwise user of their produce.I hope you confiscated the merchandise.
The HD in my laptop is cooked; had to send it to Poland for a replacement.
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If you confiscated and sold it you could probably buy an entirely new laptop
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Are you suggesting I should engage in retail?If you confiscated and sold it you could probably buy an entirely new laptop
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Not really, though it could be the start of a movie plot
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Wholesale.
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After watching The Wire (that's a documentary, right?) it seems that going in the trade often doesn't end very well.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
We informed the owners in a rather byzantine way that their storage arrangement was about to end after which the merchandise disappeared. Calling the police would have been incredibly stupid; I'd most likely find myself in and out of court for the rest of my life trying to explain how I was not in on the deal. With a good chance of winding up in a Turkish prison.Not really, though it could be the start of a movie plot
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Looking for a bit of input here whether I'm interpreting this correctly or not.
So, we have those advanced training courses. About two months ago I went on one where I noticed a girl I found attractive. Didn't have the chance to really talk to her, though. One month later, I met her again on another course and struck up a conversation after the course was finished - by pure chance we had to take the same bus and city train on the way back. Quite a lively and nice conversation, to boot. During this talk she mentioned that she'd be at another training course one month later, one course I'd also enrolled for.
Which meant that I had some time to think about it. She had also left some clues that she was most likely single and so I set the idea in my mind to ask her out the next time we met.
And thus we arrive at last thursday. Due to a different location, this time she was driving home by bike and I had to take the city train. However, she didn't take off immediately but accompanied me to the station by foot where I finally took heart and asked her out (believe me, it's not an easy thing for me to even consider).
That earned me a definitely positive reply. However, due to the calendar being what it is (the pre-christmas time is always quite full) she couldn't tell me an immediate date and I got her email-adress. Then we parted ways and upon returning home, I fired off an email.
Since then: Nothing. The email-adress is most likely correct (sending one didn't yield a "recipient unknown") and it contains her actual name. This evening, after two days of waiting, I sent her a message through Facebook (again, her actual profile) just asking for confirmation that she received my email, nothing else.
My take on this: Either we have a technical breakdown in communication lines for some reason or she changed her mind. My inner cynic tells me that the latter is the most probable. What really messes with me, though, is this non-reply. I'm really bad at dealing with those - because then my mind kicks into high gear and tries to find an answer, over-analyzing every tiny bit of interaction.
So, what should I do? Try another approach (I still have some ideas) for one last time after waiting a bit? Let the whole thing be even though I know that this will gnaw on me for a while? And if I tried the alternative approach, what should I write? Include a hint of my doubts or go for a "in dubio pro rheo" and don't mention that at all?
And what shall I do when I meet her again? Because I will - the Physics teacher community of Hamburg is not that large and we're required to attend quite a large number of training courses (and there are only so many of those we can choose from). Depending on what courses she chose, this might be as soon as next thursday.
Damn. A simple "Sorry, but no." would have been way easier to deal with.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
You sent her two messages already. Anything more and you'll be in the "creepy" territory. Let it go. It's possible that she's just busy. Or that she couldn't say no to you in person and thus went for the easy way out. But asking a third time will only make things worse in either situation.
Hope is the denial of reality
What he said. Ball is in her court now, I guess. Do you have her as a friend on Facebook though? Because if not chances are that the message is unread.
Also, RIP
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