The Vent and Rant Thread

[Bilbo1967]

Cursing my work schedule at the moment.

Yesterday I had to drive two and a half hours each way for work, with a full days work in between, of course (south to Farnham for those who know the UK). Today it's been three and a half hours each way (north this time, to Newcastle). Tomorrow it's a mere two hours on the train to London. Bloody stupid schedule!

[covingtoncat73]

Originally Posted by Bilbo1967

Cursing my work schedule at the moment.

Yesterday I had to drive two and a half hours each way for work, with a full days work in between, of course (south to Farnham for those who know the UK). Today it's been three and a half hours each way (north this time, to Newcastle). Tomorrow it's a mere two hours on the train to London. Bloody stupid schedule!

Yuck! At least on the train you can read. Driving two and a half hours each way is brutal.

[Bilbo1967]

Originally Posted by covingtoncat73

Yuck! At least on the train you can read. Driving two and a half hours each way is brutal.

Yes. By train isn't too bad. I just get into a good book. But 12 hours driving over the last two days, on top of two full days work has been, as you say, brutal.

Anyway, home now and relaxing with a beer.

[kindlekitten]

!!!!! Do you at least have a company car?

[PeterT]

Well I did make it home safely however...

Baggage was quite slow to arrive; probably less staff working on the loading / unloading at 1:00 am.

I had used an offsite long term parking service and had great GREAT trouble reading the number I had to call to get them to come and pickme up; a poor choice of fonts on their part which made the 5's and 6's very challenging to read.

Then on the main highway across Toronto, the collector lanes were closed in some areas for construction so they advised all traffic to use the express lanes, only for there to be at least one accident / breakdown that stopped all east bound traffic for at least 15 minutes. I have a feeling that there might have been some debris that vehicles had run over as I passed several more vehicles off on the shoulder of the road over the next few kilometers.

[CRussel]

Originally Posted by Bilbo1967

Yes. By train isn't too bad. I just get into a good book. But 12 hours driving over the last two days, on top of two full days work has been, as you say, brutal.

Anyway, home now and relaxing with a beer.

Horrible! But you definitely need to try audio books. They can make a long commute at least tolerable, if not exactly fun. Check out the audio book section of the Forum, and the audio book specials thread.

[Bilbo1967]

Originally Posted by kindlekitten

!!!!! Do you at least have a company car?

No. But I can claim travelling expenses (a certain amount per mile).

[Stitchawl]

Originally Posted by CRussel

Horrible! But you definitely need to try audio books. They can make a long commute at least tolerable, if not exactly fun. Check out the audio book section of the Forum, and the audio book specials thread.

I'll second the idea of audio books. That's what I use when I need to take long, long walks on very hot days, and not pay attention to the heat and humidity. Ten kilometers pass quickly when engrossed in a good book!


Stitchawl

[poohbear_nc]

*ack* *snorfle* *wheeze*
I can't taste my Talisker!

*ack*

[kindlekitten]

oh geeze a sick male, go hire the professional mourners for his imminent doom

[badgoodDeb]

Originally Posted by kindlekitten

oh geeze a sick male, go hire the professional mourners for his imminent doom

ROFLOL

[poohbear_nc]

Originally Posted by kindlekitten

oh geeze a sick male, go hire the professional mourners for his imminent doom

Aha! I knew it! Nobody believes me - that this cold bug is near fatal!

[kindlekitten]

I'd really like to get a break somewhere with some endeavor.

so more leg drama, and I may have shared this way back when, so kindly bear with me ;o)

about 2 months after the first knee replacement I was outside watering plants on my deck. my feet became tangled in the hose, I slipped and fell about 3 feet to the ground. I passed out due to the pain and after I woke up it took me about 45 minutes to get to the door which was about 20 feet away. I was alone, of course, I'm alone about 90% of the time out here. As soon as I got inside I called the surgeon to make an appointment as I was concerned I really messed something up. they got me in 2 days later as I recall. not only was the knee in incredible pain, mid femur was throbbing as well. the surgeon checked my knee, manipulated it and told me I was ok. what about the femur? oh you just bruised it, ice it, you'll be fine. about a month later I had to go to D.C. for the internment of my father in law's ashes at Arlington. I stayed at my son's girlfriends apartment and he had a grand time showing us around. we got a private tour of the white house, taken to the offices of many muckity mucks and so on. stayed for 5 days and of course chameleon that he is, son blended seamlessly into D.C. culture which meant you take the subway. everywhere. and walk. a lot. I was bound and determined I wasn't going to be whiney so I popped vicodin like tic tacs and swilled white wine like a politician. by the time I got back home I could barely walk.

back to the surgeon; "it REALLY hurts Doc" he checked the knee, twisted it, yanked on it and determined it was a sound joint. "yeah, but the thigh!" oh you probably had some bone bruising and irritated it with all of the walking. ice it, keep it up and take it easy for a few days. This is May

July I find my Dad is dying so I fly to New Mexico. They live in a 3 story house on the side of a mountain at about 7000 feet altitude. up and down, back and forth, in and out of hospitals and so on. I'm in agony, get in touch with an old friend and obtain some grass so I'm smokin like Cheech and swilling like Dean Martin. Dad dies. I go back home for a week then fly to Tucson to take a bus to the middle of the Sonoran Desert to meet my mother in law to work on the father in law's estate. little mountain town where it's easier to walk than drive because of parking. I buy every bottle of white wine I can find in town and pop vicodin like tic tacs. I'm in agony. I start getting up in the middle of the night to go out to the pool and lounge on the steps so there is no weight or pressure on my leg. I leave after 2 weeks, take a bus to the border and then fly home. I hurt so damn bad by then I could barely manage a coherent sentence. This is August.

I give myself 2 weeks of complete relaxing to see if everything will calm down. it does. barely. back to the surgeon, same games with checking the joint and a lecture about abusing opiates. tells me everything is fine. I burst into tears and tell him it wasn't and demand he check my thigh he manipulates the muscle, squeezes down to the bone and says it's fine but he would take an xray just in case. this is September

I go home expecting a call any day to give me the xray results, nada. finally I call in and get the oh! no one contacted you for an appointment? schedule a follow up for the next week. It's almost October.

go in and the surgeon tells me it's an "enfarq" my only concept of that word is in the world of heart disease. he then tells me it's essentially a stress fracture. really? 6 months later and you're telling me this? so I ask how do I heal from this? "oh take it easy, stay off your feet as much as possible." seriously Doc? I live on a farm and am alone 90% of the time? you have to cast me and put me on crutches to get downtime.

fast forward. my femur has become necrotic

can we all do a happy dance for the never wrong surgeon?

[Hitch]

Originally Posted by kindlekitten

oh geeze a sick male, go hire the professional mourners for his imminent doom

OK, so, this made me snort water out of my nose at the keyboard, but then this:

fast forward. my femur has become necrotic

...has nearly moved me to tears. KK...you know we deserve better. We served. I know it's not a service-related injury, but still...

Can you find a decent surgeon? And, although I LOATHE litigation, have you considered it? That is beyond untenable. It's malpractice, and you KNOW it. If he was writing those Vikes, he knew damn well you were in a ridiculous amount of pain--and he should have checked. Necrotic! Can they save it--any hope at all?

Hitch

[poohbear_nc]

KK - so sorry to read your post - all feathers crossed they can save enough bone to reconstruct your leg!