Giles ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Anne, that's a lovely tribute to him. I'm sorry for your loss.
One of the things my aunt and uncle had long planned to do starting soon was to travel all over. Because of the severity of the cancer's return, all those plans were not to be. So when she referred to looking through all the photos on my computer of the family's travels that afternoon as "We're just on the other side of the world right now" I knew we both got a not so little gift that day. Sometimes, it is just the little stuff.
I am trying to search for drug interactions in order to give mac cold medicine, the site I found requires registration, anyone know of a site?
msbelle, try RxList -- search for a drug name, and then click on the drug interactions tab.
Anne, I'm so sorry for your loss.
After HKF was born, they had me on some serious cocktail, AND put a phone by my bed.
Oh, I've had some fun talks with Teppy when she was out of her gourd on painkillers. Good times.
"Morphine is THE SHIT!"
Also, I think it was meara who asked me, when I drug-dialed her, "Are you using a cell phone IN THE HOSPITAL?!? Is someone going to die?" (This was 2003, when there was still big fear that cell phone use could cause the machine that goes Ping! to, I don't know, stop working and no longer go Ping!)
Oh, Anne, I'm so sorry. Much commiseration.
Anne, I'm so sorry. I didn't get my step-grandfather until my early teens, but like you, I was closer to him than my biological one (the other died before I was born).
What's weird is that I keep thinking how I was glad he got to see the 11th Doctor, but how wrong it is he won't get to learn who River Song really is. Also, about a week before he died, I picked up some genuine Cadbury bars and some McVities digestive biscuits from the international grocery store for him. The Cadbury Crunchie bar I got him was the last food he was actually able to enjoy, per my Dad. And now I'm crying again.
I'm glad he had you as a granddaughter.
I've been in a terrible headspace all day. Got light-headed while sitting down in a meeting. The sun set at 4:37pm, and the sky was completely black by 5. I went to buy stamps at 6:30 and the machine wouldn't let me even though it's supposed to be open until 7. I meant to go to the grocery store for bananas and yogurt, but started feeling sweaty and light-headed again, so I just went home. Now I'm in bed and feeling guilty that I'm not doing laundry or buying an anniversary card for my parents or a congratulations card for a coworker. Not that I could mail the anniversary card, because I have no stamps.
At this point, I'm pretty sure my family gave me their ick.
Gah. Shrift, that sounds miserable.
Thank you all for the condolences. It means a lot.
It's this Monday every year I realise how much more I'd rather wake up in the dark than drive home in it. I hate the time shift, hate it to pieces. Sunnier mornings mean crapshit to me. I'd rather wring some sunlight out of the afternoons.
Ugh, shrift. Don't feel guilty. You're not well.
I'm with you, ita. I cherish my sunlight more than I do a temporarily later-feeling wakeup.
Oh, Anne, I'm so sorry.
I figure I'll be going home in the dark soon enough anyway, regardless of the time change, and I haaaate waking up in the dark, so I will appreciate it for the two of you.