Yeah, there’s a lot of variation, but it’s pretty clear that temperature changes do help a lot. And it just depends on whether you like hot or cold.
Thanks for the pro tips!!! At my wife’s insistence the doctor had her tested for anemia (there’s lots of kinds but apparently this is “take an iron supplement kind”. No panic attacks since last Monday. And no migraines. Some googling suggested that anemia and panic attacks are related … so possibly mystery solved. Also working on getting her a more balanced diet. She’s being very mature about it all - when we told he eating healthier will help a lot she said she’s all for whatever it takes. So … I’m thinking (hoping) the worst is over as far as the panic attacks. The migraines hopefully remain at their every 2-4 month frequency at worst. [ And no - never had a migraine like that – I was told “you’d know” – just bad headaches and most of them I suspect are lack of caffeine induced ].
I’ve experienced a correlation between low blood sugar and panic attacks. I don’t have actual medical knowledge, but it was a major improvement when I got my diet to a better place.
I hope your daughter feels better.
I’m not sure I agree with that. If I had to pick between myself and my kids to vomit, I’d pick me for sure. That’s not altruism, that’s practicality.
I swear my younger one is going to be fully potty trained before my older one.
Not wanting to deal with it again at 40 so only have the one kid. But we tried all kinds of things and finally punted and just gave the kid underwear to wear, a few accidents later and it was solved.
Seems like the kid may have had Scarlet Fever?
Which freaked me out when I heard, because my main associations with it are 1) death or 2) blindness (we read the Little House books a lot as kids; went to school with an Ingalls, actually).
But he’s much better today, the red face is normal, although much of his torso is still covered with little red dots (much, much smaller than chicken pox or measels).
That method also worked for mine.
My back is in pain. The upper back, meaning when I turn my head, it sends shooting pain up and down my back. Typing has not been fun today.
I’d be a lot less pissed off about spending $50 a month on Adobe’s Creative Suite if it didn’t quit working every few minutes needing to be force quit! If it would just work, this day would suck less. Universe, do you hear me? Do you even read the BBS, Universe, I’m starting to think you don’t!
But, you know what, I don’t have sick kids, so go ahead and help them (and their folks) out first. I’ll still be here, banging away…
A 3 1/2 hour commute home? With a toddler?
Fuck drawbridges.
Was it this one? Fuck today is how I usually feel for just a normal wait for one of the bridges.
Indeed. And didn’t we follow the advice to take an alternative route and spend all that time driving to the Fremont bridge? When we were halfway between them, they reopened the Ballard one anyway. Should have turned around, but never second guess yourself.
Really looking forward to the viaduct closing for two weeks, too.
Fuck periods. Fuck endometriosis. Fuck that it all makes my back pain worse.
When I was a child (pre-Reagan years) the local natgas (methane) delivery infrastructure was well regulated; if you and a couple of neighbors agreed to install a couple of major appliances (furnace and water heater, typically) the gas companies were required to run a gas line out to your property, at no charge to you personally. This invariably resulted in long-term profits for the gas company (such lines generate income for literally hundreds of years) and was vastly beneficial to the local community, providing jobs to laborers and less polluting fuel to families. The regulating authorities would allow the gas providers to spread the cost across all customers over time, ensuring that the employees and owners of the gas company made good wages if they provided good services, and that the community as a whole shared the costs of cleaner air that we all share.
Today, in the post-Reagan economic wasteland, the gas company doesn’t care what appliances I install, they want $40,000 paid in advance to run the gas line from the corner of the street to my house. They will happily recommend me to a local bank, which is of course run by the same privileged upper classes that run the gas company, for some predatory financing, but I can’t afford that and still send my kids to college. Thus, my upper-middle-class financial circumstances prevent my home from using clean-burning, low-pressure, relatively safe natural gas that can be produced through carbon-neutral methods, and instead must burn filthy refinery waste left over from producing gasoline (aka fuel oil) or high-pressure, heavier-than-air propane that is also a petroleum product. This system exists so that the top economic classes can realize short-term gains at the expense of the local community.
Lately people have started to produce their own power (except in places where that’s been outlawed by politicians greedy for power company money) so the captive regulatory authorities are now pushing for “decoupling” which will allow energy providers to charge you whatever they want regardless of how much of their products and services you actually use. They pitch this corrupt scheme as a green initiative because they claim that if they aren’t allowed to “decouple” their rates from actual use they’ll be incentivized to sell more fuel, thus making people create more pollution. They figure if they manage to pull this off they’ll rape the populace for some amount of time and blame the whole thing on environmentalists, just like they always blame their designed-to-fail nuclear strategy on environmentalists.
Meanwhile the local energy conglomerates (who have have been consolidating ownership of all the nuke plants in preparation for the big containment failure and accompanying federal bailout) have in the last decade cut their budget for line maintenance by over 40% and increased power costs by over 50%, while keeping employee wages entirely stagnant and reducing staffing.
Prince is dead.
Fuck GM’s “Instant-Win Airbags”. When my car was totaled, all I got was “Sorry, Try Again.”
Prince. PRINCE.
Goddamnit. He was only fucking 57.
Fuck today and fuck all of 2016 sideways with a goddamn fucking pitchfork.
P.S. Get your flu shots everyone.
First Judge Scalia, now Prince. Fuck non sequiturs.