Hubby had low potassium and High blood pressure. Now he is doing well and out of the hospital with some new meds. Thanks all.
Glad to hear it! Have him eat a banana or two – those have a lot of potassium.
Yay. Must be a relief. That sounded scary.
There’s a hole in the world like a big black pit, and it’s filled with people who are filled with s**t, who’s morals aren’t worth what a pig could spit…
Oh, sorry. It’s just… hearing crap like that makes me break out in Sondheim. I really can’t help it. Just point me in the right direction Armando. I’m sharpening my razors.
Wonderful!
Excelsior! Glad he’s doing better.
Well, spare my friend. He was fighting for me the whole time, it turns out. Apparently, though, certain people in that department may have been intimidated by my resume, which is ironic, really, as it’s becoming clear that I have too impressive a resume for smaller schools but not impressive enough of a resume for the major programs. Yeay? 
That’s a relief to hear, Leah. Thanks for the update.
My beef today? I’m not at the meet-up! So jealous. Waaaaaaa! (enjoy all!)
Yup Same here. I wish i could be going to the Meet up but noooooo I have to be poorish and have to also get my house ready for guests for my Sisters wedding. Booooo
Fraaaack!!
The wheelchair vendor called today to tell me the new chair should be in next week. I asked whether that meant Medicare approved the cost? He said they hadn’t sent in the paperwork. I have to pay for the chair first ($2600+ which I am no where close to having), then they’ll send in the paperwork (the chair has to be in my possession before the paperwork can be submitted), and I’m supposed to hope I get reimbursed. They didn’t make that part clear when I ordered. I thought we’d wait to see whether Medicare would approve the cart before it gets ordered.
Now, it seems like all the running around I did and the delay was actually a blessing in disguise.
Seconded.
Me too. It would’ve been a perfect end to my spring break too, but the last six weeks more or less on the road made it a working break. Boo hoo! 
I think the term is over-qualified. They’re afraid you’ll bolt for a swankier gig when you know how hard it is to actually get a swankier gig. That stinks
Maybe. From what I was told, though, it got REALLY weird, with at least one person NOT on the search committee apparently being intimidated by my resume calling a meeting to tell the committee NOT to hire me. Apparently (and I’ve been told of other instances where this has happened), people are afraid that I’ll make them look bad (which is kind of funny because I don’t have THAT good of a resume).
Anyway, I’m about THIS close to just forgetting about the whole thing, throwing in the towel on the academic job search, and putting all of my energy on the composition and conducting side of my career, which is actually paying off right now. Seems pretty logical to me, really. Then, if I make it big enough, a school will come to ME begging for me to join their faculty.
(Or, you know, American academia will collapse under its own ballooning costs and the whole thing will just be moot anyway, and I will have dodged the greatest bullet of my career. It could happen…)
If nothing else, it’s ego boosting. If composing is anything like programming, there are a lot of idiots out there who can’t write a simple 10 line function after 6+ years of school (and I’ve interviewed a few of them). So being half-way competent puts you in the top 20%.
Well, sure. And it WAS ego boosting. But there are also a lot of idiots out there who still know how to play the self-promotion game better than most, and thus are able to build truly impressive careers.
Oh well! I’m doing okay right now and I’ve got things for the next two years or so, so I’m not too worried yet.
So my friend, who has free housing and free money supplied by the local council because she’s “too depressed to work” is having a bad couple of weeks.
It seems that “too dpressed to work” was also “Too depressed to clean” and after 8 months of her leaving bags of dirty cat-litter and general waste in her hallway, even though the garbage chute is literally a few feet away, the smell finally lead to her getting a visit from, the housing officers.
Up until now she’s completely ignored the rules, she moved her boyfriend in, and got 2 cats, pretty much immediately breaking her lease agreement with them, but the boyfriend left her because of the mess, and it was just her and the cats… and the kittens that the cats created.
She (we) did clean the place up, very well, got the kittens rehomed and the cats out to temporary carers, but now she’s jumping at every sound they make, thinking that the council snoops are listening out for the cats, which means I get panicked text messages and phone calls all night, informing me that the cats are making a lot of noise.
Depression I understand,a nd I know it makes people do stupid things, but dammit, I can’t be Ms Fixit for everything!
Well, I had to take Rodney to the vet yesterday because of a respiratory infection. They gave me a liquid antibiotic to give him twice a day. It took a few tries to get it all into his mouth yesterday, but today, he’s bolting any time I get the eyedropper thing with the medicine in it anywhere close to his mouth.
The antihistamine they gave me for him is in pill form and it’s easy to give him, but this antibiotic is a pain in the butt (and arm because of his claws when he’s trying to get away)
Yeah, administering liquid meds to a cat is a two-man operation, in my book.