RAVE: Fucking finally, I finished my outdoor plumbing. All copper, I even added some faucets that Jungle Julia wanted. It was a lot of digging, a lot of soldering, I even had to cut concrete. But in the end, I GOT IT ALL RIGHT THE FIRST TIME, NOT ONE GODDAMN LEAK. Pictures to come soon.
Rave: My boy is a lil over 3 months old now and doing really well. Up to a month and a half or so it was absolute hell between taking care of him and my wife, but then things smoothed out quite a bit. We're figuring out belly giggles now. I'm just working from home now and the plan is for me to watch him a couple days a week and then do daycare for three so I have some uninterrupted bench time.
Wait! You got married katokoch? You had a son? You have been away way too long and I demand a 1000 word essay on what you have been doing the last three years beyond the obvious. Are you gunsmithing full time ?
I don't need to go to a hooker to get fucked, I pay union dues. Just when everything was settling down and I was regaining some normalcy at work, two of the three union people at work decided that just won't do. Despite the third arguing for almost an hour on my behalf, I'm likely about to get fucked over. I nearly filed a grievance against my own union but ultimately don't see enough grounds for me to plant my flag on that particular hill. But I don't forget.
RAVE ( of sorts ): I'm amazed at the amount of people in my corner and encouraging me to fight back, which I'd already done. Actually, I told my manager who's also rooting for me, "I'll go down swinging and take the whole place with me." She's a redneck, she liked that. Someone I don't normally say more than "hello" to came out of nowhere and at the time I was leaving was going to see what she could do to help me. I've been saying for the past 24 hours it apparently doesn't pay to be a nice person. Then people come out of the woodwork to prove otherwise. The fact that I have to fight my own labor union, while management supports me is completely fucked.
RANT: Wife has been saying she wants a nice watch which I literally bought yesterday for our anniversary next month. She tells me this morning that her watch battery died and she wants to go get a new watch this weekend. I guess I'll go along and then if she's ready to make a purchase, I'll have to stop her. Hopefully she just looks at some.
Rave: I met with the union president and officers today and while the meeting took a whole hour, the president seemed to be in my corner after 5-10 minutes of me making my case. Everything and everyone fell into line from there.
Rave: Ped thought we were being overcautious about the dairy thing and that bebe had likely grown out of issues from my dairy consumption. We've been introducing it back with no issue. We ate pizza as a family on Saturday! It's been so long since I made pizza. It's so goddamn good. My child agrees and ate it with more zest than I've seen anything else eaten. Ravnt: This child is eating people food, walking, and about to cut some new teeth. Where did my gummy turtle faced baby go? Not even a year old and bebe is running full tilt into "toddler" territory.
Rant - So, what a clusterfuck this turned out to be. Not long after posting this I noticed the pain in my abdomen was getting a little worse. My wife called the on-call doctor who said, "you should not be feeling pain this long after the procedure. You may need to go to the ER if it remains." So I chalked it up to me being a bit of a baby and passed it off as just "discomfort" since a polyp was removed. I woke my wife up at 5 AM to let her know the pain was much worse and we headed off to the ER. A CT Scan revealed it was a clip placed at the spot of the polyp removal as the culprit, pain meds were prescribed, and back home we went. The next morning I was feeling a good bit better… until… I fucked up my back, cleaning the litter box, of all things. That wonderful debilitating pain that basically makes me bed-ridden for a couple of days. My wife advised me to reschedule my upcoming hernia surgery that was scheduled for Wednesday. Well, fuck all that. I was determined for that to happen on schedule and get all this shit done with. So, we scheduled a Dry Needling appointment as well as Sports Massage for Monday and Tuesday. The Dry Needling took a big edge off the pain, the massage the next day helped also, but I think the biggest help was my sister and her wife working on my back. My sister is a nurse and her wife went to school for massage therapy. 1.5 hours of smashing, mashing, rolling out, and elbows to the spot and I was able to actually stand up somewhat straight-ish. And walk without dragging my leg. 6 hours later and we’re headed for my surgery. Actually, that’s been the least problematic of these past 7 days. According to the surgeon, the procedure went really well, he checked both sides of my abdomen and only found the one (in his words, “rather large”) hernia on my right side. So far the pain has been pretty manageable with just ibuprofen and tylenol although I just took something stronger since my back is still hunting along with the hernia repair. Hopefully things will start to trend up from here. Lord knows the past few days have sucked. ETA: Fuck me, while celebrating that little pity party up there ^ , I forgot the great thing that was happening... RAVE! While I was having surgery, I became a (step) grandfather. It's the first grandchild for my wife so she is over the moon excited. The new parents will be at the hospital until tomorrow and we may be able to go see him Saturday. Can't say I'm not a little excited myself.
RAVE? After almost 5 months, I finally heard from the folks at unemployment. RANT: Now they're going to get around to starting my claim. I was told it would be another 2 weeks or more. It's a good fucking thing I'm not jobless with no God damn income for the past 5 mother fucking months or this might be a bit of a fucking inconvenience. Jesus Titty Fucking Christ.
Rant: My dog has been sick for a long time. She passed away on Friday. Through Covid 19 she has been my only co-worker. She sat at my feet every day for the past year. Today I have tried to take her outside three times. I checked her food twice. Tried to pet her numerous times. And it’s a damn good thing Microsoft teams has a mute button because I’ve just been sitting here sobbing. Im going to go back to the office for a few days, not because I’m comfortable with it but mainly because I can’t deal with her not being here. It’s fucking lonely. And the cat only cares about himself. Rave: she’s not in pain any more. RIP Tika Poo.
Rave, I guess: The FIL's house, once everything was removed, doesn't smell like death. The Wife and BIL got off to a bit of a rocky start when divvying up what keepsakes were left, but they got through it and worked it out. It was upsetting to see them start down the path of disagreement, heartache and broken relationships for trinkets. Like old Cutco scissors and the tooth he pulled out of his own mouth with pliers because he was too cheap to go to the dentist. Friggin weirdos, those two. There is much better communication and an understanding between the two now, though. Rant: Nobody can find a will. His house is cleaned out, it ain't there. All he said is the lawyer has it. Never said which lawyer to anyone that we know of. The one attorney he used for the divorce was in his phone, but that dude died five months ago and the phone is disconnected. Thanks, asshole, now we have to call all the lawyers in the phone book til we find the right one. I called him an asshole when he was living, so I spoke ill of him while he was alive, too.
Rant: Oh, yeah, another thing this asshole did was research the absolute cheapest place for him to be cremated. He wrote that place down and buried the notebook beneath a pile of work stuff and other junk. We didn't find it until after we paid $1,300 more for cremation than the place he found. It was almost like he was still alive and telling the family, "hey, I can get it cheaper than that!"
Rant: My uncle died in December, 2019. I was the executor of his estate. It was a giant hassle. Now I have an angry letter from the IRS about how the signature and return address don't match the information they have on file for him. Obviously. Because he's dead. I keep calling and the automated system keeps hanging up on me. Ugh. Also, why did it take a year from when I filed his taxes until they sent me this angry letter? Moral of the story, when your crazy uncle tells you he is making you the executor of his will, just say no.
Rant: The name of this place is fucking perfect. My foot slipped while I was carrying my son to the basement play room. The good news is that my son doesn't appear to be significantly injured. The bad news is that all the weight slammed my left shoulder blade into the front edge of the step. I heard a pop when I landed. I am literally sitting in an urgent care waiting on x-ray results while my ribs are reporting that they are made out of stepped on fortune cookie. I can't take a deep breath without feeling like I'm being stabbed. Luckily, my lung isn't punctured. Slight rave: Got out of pager duty at work, so that's nice.
Rave: No fractures and a dozen percocets. Rant: I didn't know this, but apparently you can pop a rib in and out of place. Yes, that shit just as nauseating to me as it should be to you.
Rant: Fucking unions. I got covid 2 weeks ago. Government says 10 days from 2 days before your first symptoms for isolation. Which ended on Sunday the 4th. Work says 2 weeks from your test date, which is Monday the 12th. Well they are no longer paying for covid time off. And they aren't paying for the extra week off even thou the government says i am ok to go out.
RANT: After WAY too many years, I break down and decide to buy a chop-saw, something I should have done, oh, about twenty years ago. THEY'RE FUCKING SOLD OUT EVERYWHERE.* They're on national backorder with Lowe's and Northern tool. I looked online, and aside from some people charging about 50% over regular price (about $200), there's nothing. I'm looking at a Dewalt 28715. I know there are other brands/ models out there, but that's the one I want.