GasBandit
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Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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I'm pretty sure happening at work is all you need.
I looked it up and Maryland is different. It has to involve the course of work duty; happening at work alone isn't enough.
It's okay; we have insurance. It just sucks.
It's okay; we have insurance. It just sucks.
I have a stomach bug. I'm so gross 
So gross that Pud won't come near me.
Would you want to clean up after Pud when it's his turn?
I'm worthy again...sort of
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Anonymous
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Why is it that you can sit undisturbed all day, and then the moment you have no choice but to let out a little gas, someone has to come into your office? It's like Murphart's Law or something.
Was this your first time? Birthing @GasBandit's nurslings tends to be pretty loud and attracts unwanted attention. The murmuring crescendo of 'yubyubs' as the sac ruptures is particularly bad. Have you considered staying at home when it's that time of the month?
I do want to thank everyone for the hugs, it's been a rough day. He was my little buddy, we've spent the past years just being a playful partner to each other. He was the most level tempered dogs that I've ever been around, he didn't react to really anything. We trained him to be a therapy dog when he was younger, he was licensed to go to ERs and Nursing Homes to just be there and be told "Oh, what a cute bulldog."
He gave us two big scares in his life, first, 9 years ago, after we took a trip to Walt Disney World, we had picked him up in the morning from my mother's house, and gone back home, it was the first day of school and after the daughter got out of class we had to go buy some school supplies. After we left the house, he decided that we were lost and he had to come find us. He managed, somehow, to get out of our backyard and get across the street to the neighbor's house looking for us, they knew he was our pug and had seen him with us many times, for some stupid-assed reason, they called the pound because he was "growling" at them. The pound came out and picked him up. We got home and... no pug! We were a little panicked, we went out calling for him, knocking on doors to see if anyone had seen anything, neighbors denied having seen him. Another neighbor had a friend that worked at animal control, they made a call and found out that the other neighbor had called in on him and they had him at the pound, but they were closed and nothing could be done that evening. Got up the next morning, went to the pound to claim the little fool, and went through the subtle questions to determine if he was our dog. Another worker had gone to get Silk and as she walked around the corner carrying him he started reaching out for me because he was a little scared. All the questions stopped and I was able to take him home. Before I left, I asked the workers if they knew who had called AC on him, they identified the neighbors. They never admitted to having anything to do with calling animal control on him.
Second scare was about 7 years ago, we were at my mother's house for a family gathering. We had taken Silk with us to be able to visit and allow him to play with the kids. He was having a great time, running and playing and just following along. One little problem, temps got to over 100f that day, and the poor little short-nosed breeds just don't handle that heat very well. All of a sudden the kids were yelling that something was wrong with Silk, ran out and found that he was over-heated and gone into the early stages of heat stroke. We got him inside to the cooler air, got some fans blowing on him and started getting water into him as rapidly as we could. Made sure were were doing the right thing by giving a call to a vet friend that we have, he complemented us on what we were doing and suggested a couple of things to help him recover faster. He came through it fairly well, even though he never did want to play with the kids as much after that day.
Figured out that Silk passed away sometime between 4am and 5am. My wife was awake for over an hour and had been petting and comforting him while she was awake. She said that he had moved to snuggle up along her leg and drifted to sleep before she went back to sleep. My alarm went off at 6:15am, and I started waking up, noticed that it was unusually quiet, checked on him and found he had passed. We buried him at my wife's parents house, wrapped in a baby blanket that he had claimed from our daughter's hoard back in 2003, it was his place and knew that he was welcome wherever than blanket was at.
I'm going to miss my little buddy, but he's no longer in pain, and I'll always be able to treasure the memories that we have had together.
He gave us two big scares in his life, first, 9 years ago, after we took a trip to Walt Disney World, we had picked him up in the morning from my mother's house, and gone back home, it was the first day of school and after the daughter got out of class we had to go buy some school supplies. After we left the house, he decided that we were lost and he had to come find us. He managed, somehow, to get out of our backyard and get across the street to the neighbor's house looking for us, they knew he was our pug and had seen him with us many times, for some stupid-assed reason, they called the pound because he was "growling" at them. The pound came out and picked him up. We got home and... no pug! We were a little panicked, we went out calling for him, knocking on doors to see if anyone had seen anything, neighbors denied having seen him. Another neighbor had a friend that worked at animal control, they made a call and found out that the other neighbor had called in on him and they had him at the pound, but they were closed and nothing could be done that evening. Got up the next morning, went to the pound to claim the little fool, and went through the subtle questions to determine if he was our dog. Another worker had gone to get Silk and as she walked around the corner carrying him he started reaching out for me because he was a little scared. All the questions stopped and I was able to take him home. Before I left, I asked the workers if they knew who had called AC on him, they identified the neighbors. They never admitted to having anything to do with calling animal control on him.
Second scare was about 7 years ago, we were at my mother's house for a family gathering. We had taken Silk with us to be able to visit and allow him to play with the kids. He was having a great time, running and playing and just following along. One little problem, temps got to over 100f that day, and the poor little short-nosed breeds just don't handle that heat very well. All of a sudden the kids were yelling that something was wrong with Silk, ran out and found that he was over-heated and gone into the early stages of heat stroke. We got him inside to the cooler air, got some fans blowing on him and started getting water into him as rapidly as we could. Made sure were were doing the right thing by giving a call to a vet friend that we have, he complemented us on what we were doing and suggested a couple of things to help him recover faster. He came through it fairly well, even though he never did want to play with the kids as much after that day.
Figured out that Silk passed away sometime between 4am and 5am. My wife was awake for over an hour and had been petting and comforting him while she was awake. She said that he had moved to snuggle up along her leg and drifted to sleep before she went back to sleep. My alarm went off at 6:15am, and I started waking up, noticed that it was unusually quiet, checked on him and found he had passed. We buried him at my wife's parents house, wrapped in a baby blanket that he had claimed from our daughter's hoard back in 2003, it was his place and knew that he was welcome wherever than blanket was at.
I'm going to miss my little buddy, but he's no longer in pain, and I'll always be able to treasure the memories that we have had together.
What a fantastic tribute to him. I'm so sorry that he's gone.
PS - those shady neighbours suck
PS - those shady neighbours suck
I just lost my dog last Christmas, I understand what you're going through. At least it sounds like Silk passed peacefully, in the comfort of his home, snuggled and feeling safe. I really think that's the best we can hope for in a pets passing.
In tribute, I suggest you go take a dump on the neighbors lawn.
GasBandit
Staff member
My old boss, the one who hired me to work here at the radio station 14 years ago, died this morning. He was a good guy, he'll be missed. He was getting on in years (he was in his 70s), and he had to retire 6 or 7 years ago when he got west nile and it kept him in the hospital for a few months. I'm told his wife is cremating him and not planning on having a service. I'll pour one out for him myself, later, at least.
That's...that's how bone cancer usually works. I wonder why he stuck around?
--Patrick
My mother is constantly minimizing my health issues. It drives me bananas!
Her current thing is to pick fights with me that I need glasses and an eye exam. I've had three thorough ones this year, but because they haven't said that I need glasses, she won't believe that they're real or something. She has convinced herself that my current headache issues will be resolved by glasses even though I don't need them and we have proof that suggests that glasses aren't behind my issues.
Her response is about as unhelpful as possible.
Her current thing is to pick fights with me that I need glasses and an eye exam. I've had three thorough ones this year, but because they haven't said that I need glasses, she won't believe that they're real or something. She has convinced herself that my current headache issues will be resolved by glasses even though I don't need them and we have proof that suggests that glasses aren't behind my issues.
Her response is about as unhelpful as possible.
Ah, I recognize that one. While I did end up wearing contact lenses now, the (slight) difference in eye sight didn't contribute (meaningfully) to my chronic headaches. People feel the need to map your problems to their own, and it can be hard and disheartening to try and explain that, gosh, your problems, while in some ways similar, might have a different cause.
That explains it super well 
My freezing has worn off from yesterday's procedure and that was a cranky, pain rant.
I'm concerned about seeing the neurologist later this month and having fights picked with me about something that's irrelevant doesn't help.
My freezing has worn off from yesterday's procedure and that was a cranky, pain rant.
I'm concerned about seeing the neurologist later this month and having fights picked with me about something that's irrelevant doesn't help.
Revel in the pain.
My head hurts worse than my SI which concerns me. I also lost the whole day.
I'm told that waiting three weeks to see the specialist after my test is pretty good but it seems way too long.
I'm told that waiting three weeks to see the specialist after my test is pretty good but it seems way too long.
GasBandit
Staff member
Did you forget pants again?This morning, when I arrived at the office, a cute female coworker saw me come in, and then she literally went "Eep!" and then ran away.
No! That's the first thing I checked! And I even made sure my fly was up and everything!
Though in hindsight I suppose grabbing at my crotch immediately after she went "eep" might not have been the best thing to do.
GasBandit
Staff member
Discussing McDonald's with a 20something:
Her: " yeah, McGriddles are my favorite thing to eat at McDonald's for like, my whole life."
Me: " well, I like them too, but McDonald's has not served McGriddles for the entire duration of my life."
Her: " well, I mean, my entire adult life."
Me: " yeah, not even that."
Her: " yeah, McGriddles are my favorite thing to eat at McDonald's for like, my whole life."
Me: " well, I like them too, but McDonald's has not served McGriddles for the entire duration of my life."
Her: " well, I mean, my entire adult life."
Me: " yeah, not even that."
