Penny S, as an ex social worker with older people and disabilities, have you had a carer's assessment? You should be able to have respite, and you should be able to have carers or sitters to allow you to do things you want to.
TICTH my spell check autocorrect thing which failed to recognise the surname Fyffe and autocorrected it to "Effete." Fortunately I spotted it before I insulted Mr Effete.
This is the same autocorrect which changed "Dear Heather" to "Dear Heavier"
Sounds like the one I had (at a Christian publishing company) which insisted on correcting "Lord" to "loan," "pastor" to "pasture," and "salvation" to "salivation." Through roughly half-a-million words of scanned OCRed material. Grrrrrr.
Priscilla, thanks. Neither the son or I have had such a thing suggested. I have to say that initially I wouldn't have wanted one, anticipating only a short period and not wanting to get officially locked in - but that has happened anyway. Also, I have been told, when the subject of respite did come up, that it would have to be funded by the patient, and that was just not going to happen. It may change when we get the PoA in place, though she will probably object, as she did to the doctor and the nurses, the "Penny doesn't need respite". Now there is a daily need for laundry of a number of sheets, I feel a bit different. (And just have to go and get the last wash to put in the front bedroom to dry.)
We are waiting for an out of hours doctor to look at D's legs, called about 1 pm initially, and I need to go to bed, but, as the person with the information from the carers, I have to stay up.
Are you absolutely sure that if she's (doubly) incontinent, that wouldn't qualify her for a place in a care home? It surely can't be your responsibility, seeing she's not even related to you.
TICTH my spell check autocorrect thing which failed to recognise the surname Fyffe and autocorrected it to "Effete." Fortunately I spotted it before I insulted Mr Effete.
This is the same autocorrect which changed "Dear Heather" to "Dear Heavier"
Sounds like the one I had (at a Christian publishing company) which insisted on correcting "Lord" to "loan," "pastor" to "pasture," and "salvation" to "salivation." Through roughly half-a-million words of scanned OCRed material. Grrrrrr.
Or my first spell checker (MOS DOS in the 80s), which changed Johann Sebastian Bach's last name to "Bitch."
And I always thought those early spell-checkers were governed by the same sort of North American puritanism that gives you a warning of "coarse language" before Top Gear because James May might say "bugger" if he drops something on his foot, and if he does, it'll be bleeped out anyway ...
Did you ever see "Flashdance"? The "edited for TV" version changed some dialogue, and IMHO it just didn't work.
Main characters: Male industrialist, and female dancer / factory worker. They're on a date at a very fancy restaurant, and being...playful. His ex stops by their table, and is really rude. Says (among other things) "Oh, did he take you to X to make out? He always takes his dates there."
Dancer replies:
(TV cut) "Yes, we made mad, passionate love."
(original) "Yes, I f***ed his lights out."
I understand cleaning things up for TV, and sometimes prefer it. But it just didn't work.
The same can be said for the first five minutes of Four Weddings and a Funeral, when Hugh Grant and his flatmate sleep in and wake up half an hour before they're supposed to be at the first wedding, and the entire dialogue is him saying "F**k!",or occasionally "F**kety f**k!".
Watching it on an American TV channel, you'd have thought there would be smoke coming out of the bleep machine.
Piglet I think you're thinking of the content filters beloved of education establishments and other public institutions, that couldn't cope with Scunthopre and had a deep and abiding hatred of anything funny (at least the latter was true of the one my school used.)
Piglet, she would have to consent to go to a care home. And she doesn't. She wants to be with her son. (And in her own home, which is impossible.)
She doesn't really want to be here, either. She hates it. The air is wrong. And she is beholden to someone she does not like, at best, and hates at worst. I think because in her eyes I have prevented her son marrying someone who would like watching the soaps with her and given her grandchildren. So that's some people I have saved from a fate worse than death.
I have a lot in common with a boiled frog. Successive small agreements to small things, that would be mean or unkind to refuse, but which, had I known where we were going, I should have done. Except that every time, there was no alternative available.
Priscilla, thanks. Neither the son or I have had such a thing suggested. I have to say that initially I wouldn't have wanted one, anticipating only a short period and not wanting to get officially locked in - but that has happened anyway. Also, I have been told, when the subject of respite did come up, that it would have to be funded by the patient, and that was just not going to happen. It may change when we get the PoA in place, though she will probably object, as she did to the doctor and the nurses, the "Penny doesn't need respite". Now there is a daily need for laundry of a number of sheets, I feel a bit different. (And just have to go and get the last wash to put in the front bedroom to dry.)
We are waiting for an out of hours doctor to look at D's legs, called about 1 pm initially, and I need to go to bed, but, as the person with the information from the carers, I have to stay up.
Host hat on
Penny, this and similar posts from you have well and truly crossed the TMI line. Please be careful in what you say. It could also possibly be that someone recognises real life from your posts and identifies those mentioned.
The situation is horrible but care needs to be taken when describing it.
The same can be said for the first five minutes of Four Weddings and a Funeral, when Hugh Grant and his flatmate sleep in and wake up half an hour before they're supposed to be at the first wedding, and the entire dialogue is him saying "F**k!",or occasionally "F**kety f**k!".
Watching it on an American TV channel, you'd have thought there would be smoke coming out of the bleep machine.
I once used to read occasionally Some years ago the Australian W****t W******s forum which was scrutinised by head office elsewhere. They instituted a programme to vet language used. Anything which contained the sequence “ass” was deleted. So words like “mass” and “assist” were deleted.
This caused much mirth from Aussie members. Who took offence at such words? More than that, any Aussie reader knew the word had already been supposedly cleaned up. It is “arse” not “ass” which is an animal.
The same can be said for the first five minutes of Four Weddings and a Funeral, when Hugh Grant and his flatmate sleep in and wake up half an hour before they're supposed to be at the first wedding, and the entire dialogue is him saying "F**k!",or occasionally "F**kety f**k!".
Watching it on an American TV channel, you'd have thought there would be smoke coming out of the bleep machine.
One of the most realistic, and funny, film beginnings of all time.
The same can be said for the first five minutes of Four Weddings and a Funeral, when Hugh Grant and his flatmate sleep in and wake up half an hour before they're supposed to be at the first wedding, and the entire dialogue is him saying "F**k!",or occasionally "F**kety f**k!".
Watching it on an American TV channel, you'd have thought there would be smoke coming out of the bleep machine.
I once used to read occasionally Some years ago the Australian W****t W******s forum which was scrutinised by head office elsewhere. They instituted a programme to vet language used. Anything which contained the sequence “ass” was deleted. So words like “mass” and “assist” were deleted.
This caused much mirth from Aussie members. Who took offence at such words? More than that, any Aussie reader knew the word had already been supposedly cleaned up. It is “arse” not “ass” which is an animal.
There was a similar thing here with email addresses and Yahoo (which also affected BT customers) which meant that people called Hiscock, Hancock, Cockburn and so on couldn’t register email addresses with their name in until Yahoo removed a filter or tweaked it.
Lothlorien, taken on board. I am careful, most of the time. Perhaps you could remove things you think over the line?
Am I allowed to say the pads aren't working and its back to pullups which aren't working either?
There may be no obvious identifying posts. However bear in mind that anyone can read here. Login needed to post but not to read. Open to anyone. It is quite possible for the location or people involved to be recognised. If you were in her position, would you want those details recorded where they can be dug up and rebroadcast for just about forever?
If you have further questions, the Styx is the place to raise them.
Yes, I was on the way to Asda yesterday when I had to swerve violently to avoid a car which was well over the white line.
(And don't dare say that it was God trying to teach me a lesson about shopping on the Sabbath - I was engaged in the holy work of picking up some nice fresh baguettes for our Harvest lunch).
(Another thought: perhaps the bad driver was a strong Brexiteer who wanted to stop me buying French bread. But how would s/he have known?)
Ticth people posting film / pictures of dead children on twitter. I know the Turkish genocide in Syria is terrible, but, my capacity to deal with material this distressing is finite.
When England play Rugby/football/sport of your choice, it's included in the ClassicFM news. If any other hom country is playing, there is little or no comment. Grrrr!
Actually this reminds me - BBC Today programme - famous for cutting important and interesting interviews short - often has a sport story that dribbles on for several minutes.
Sports fans have their own channels now. Can they not waste the time of mine?
When England play Rugby/football/sport of your choice, it's included in the ClassicFM news. If any other hom country is playing, there is little or no comment. Grrrr!
Based on how often CarsickFM plays Barber's bleedin' Adagio for Strings, I'm surprised they don't give prominence to US sports.
btw Huia, as soon as the ABs lose, Rugby coverage will cease. I doubt that will happen soon though
Based on how often CarsickFM plays Barber's bleedin' Adagio for Strings, I'm surprised they don't give prominence to US sports.
That's interesting. In the US, broadcasting the Barber Adagio on the radio tends to be associated with times of national sorrow. They played it when President Roosevelt died in office and after the Sept. 11 attacks. I don't listen to classical stations often, so can't comment on how much it's played under normal circumstances, but if I turned on the radio and heard it, I would assume something troubling had happened.
btw Huia, as soon as the ABs lose, Rugby coverage will cease. I doubt that will happen soon though
Unfortunately sionisais experience suggests otherwise. We then get the excruciating analysis of why and how they lost. Some NZ rugby fanatics seem to have a kind of Manifest Destiny belief about their team winning, although, to be fair, the players and coaches are more likely to admit that the other team was better than they were on the day (unless of course a linesman or ref was blind) .
Had to go on standby to evacuate last night because of fire. Thankfully it is out, but it was reported by a neighbor who saw someone one in the car in front of them throw a cigarette out of the passenger widow into the dry grass along the road. Before anything could be done in 2 minutes people saw the fire double in size. It took over an hour to contain the flames. I can not understand what people are thinking who live in a fire prone area and would be throwing cigarettes around.
The unthinking idiots are bad enough, the firebugs are worse. All too often, the bushfires in Australia, some of them catastrophic, are deliberately lit.
Not just in Australia, Kittyville. Some years ago, Darllenwr and Lord P were in our garden nd, for whatever reason, had a pair of binoculars with them, and we're looking to the other side of the Valley. Darllenwr saw a woman, with a young child with her, stoop down and deliberately light some dry grass 😡
Not just in Australia, Kittyville. Some years ago, Darllenwr and Lord P were in our garden nd, for whatever reason, had a pair of binoculars with them, and we're looking to the other side of the Valley. Darllenwr saw a woman, with a young child with her, stoop down and deliberately light some dry grass 😡
It's a "Local sport" in South Wales where we have more than our share of arsonists. It's a while since we had a bad one in Newport but the favourite is tyre dumps. The smoke and smell are awful and it is very difficult to put the fire out. Grass fires in the valleys are exceptionally stupid, especially on old coal tips for a number of reasons.
The heritage person has approved in principle the erection of a proper flue/chimney to serve a range boiler-cooker, plus a well-disguised small outbuilding to house a tank for either oil or LPG.
We now await the final financial offer from the boiler company ...
The heritage person has approved in principle the erection of a proper flue/chimney to serve a range boiler-cooker, plus a well-disguised small outbuilding to house a tank for either oil or LPG.
We now await the final financial offer from the boiler company ...
Good! Let's hope it is favourable. Note that my in-laws used oil, but they had an overflow thanks to the bozo who "filled" their tank and their home never lost that smell.
The cowboys who fitted the toilet in 'my' en-suite shower room
Yesterday I was just opening the door to our new cleaner (for whom much praise and thanksgiving) when I realised that water was pouring through the ceiling below my loo. An hour or two later - the house insurance people having done wonders - when the plumbers had disassembled the cabinet housing the cistern, it was discovered that the nasty cheap plastic cistern had worked loose from the wall, hence the flood.
Additionally the supposed service valve was a) plastic, and mangled, and b) completely inaccessible without removing the front of the cabinet, heavily siliconed into place. And just to complete the picture, the waste from the loo not only goes round a right-angle bend, but is expected to flow uphill.
I don't know on which planet they completed their training, but that ain't never going to happen in Gloucestershire.
@The Intrepid Mrs S - my brother and his wife have had no end of trouble with their on-suite loo. Apparently the original 'plumber's' only training was watching YouTube videos. @TheOrganist, that sounds like a potentially good outcome to your boiler problem.
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Sounds like the one I had (at a Christian publishing company) which insisted on correcting "Lord" to "loan," "pastor" to "pasture," and "salvation" to "salivation." Through roughly half-a-million words of scanned OCRed material. Grrrrrr.
We are waiting for an out of hours doctor to look at D's legs, called about 1 pm initially, and I need to go to bed, but, as the person with the information from the carers, I have to stay up.
Did you ever see "Flashdance"? The "edited for TV" version changed some dialogue, and IMHO it just didn't work.
Main characters: Male industrialist, and female dancer / factory worker. They're on a date at a very fancy restaurant, and being...playful. His ex stops by their table, and is really rude. Says (among other things) "Oh, did he take you to X to make out? He always takes his dates there."
Dancer replies:
(TV cut) "Yes, we made mad, passionate love."
(original) "Yes, I f***ed his lights out."
I understand cleaning things up for TV, and sometimes prefer it. But it just didn't work.
Watching it on an American TV channel, you'd have thought there would be smoke coming out of the bleep machine.
She doesn't really want to be here, either. She hates it. The air is wrong. And she is beholden to someone she does not like, at best, and hates at worst. I think because in her eyes I have prevented her son marrying someone who would like watching the soaps with her and given her grandchildren. So that's some people I have saved from a fate worse than death.
I have a lot in common with a boiled frog. Successive small agreements to small things, that would be mean or unkind to refuse, but which, had I known where we were going, I should have done. Except that every time, there was no alternative available.
Host hat on
Penny, this and similar posts from you have well and truly crossed the TMI line. Please be careful in what you say. It could also possibly be that someone recognises real life from your posts and identifies those mentioned.
The situation is horrible but care needs to be taken when describing it.
Host hat off
Lothlorien, AS Host
I once used to read occasionally Some years ago the Australian W****t W******s forum which was scrutinised by head office elsewhere. They instituted a programme to vet language used. Anything which contained the sequence “ass” was deleted. So words like “mass” and “assist” were deleted.
This caused much mirth from Aussie members. Who took offence at such words? More than that, any Aussie reader knew the word had already been supposedly cleaned up. It is “arse” not “ass” which is an animal.
One of the most realistic, and funny, film beginnings of all time.
Hallowed be thy name?
I'll see myself out.
There was a similar thing here with email addresses and Yahoo (which also affected BT customers) which meant that people called Hiscock, Hancock, Cockburn and so on couldn’t register email addresses with their name in until Yahoo removed a filter or tweaked it.
Am I allowed to say the pads aren't working and its back to pullups which aren't working either?
If you have further questions, the Styx is the place to raise them.
(And don't dare say that it was God trying to teach me a lesson about shopping on the Sabbath - I was engaged in the holy work of picking up some nice fresh baguettes for our Harvest lunch).
(Another thought: perhaps the bad driver was a strong Brexiteer who wanted to stop me buying French bread. But how would s/he have known?)
Bad drivers are, almost by definition, strong Brexiteers, as they clearly have Very Little Brain.
Yes, I can skim past it, but sometimes it's hidden by a seemingly neutral headline.
I would rather watch paint dry.
Sports fans have their own channels now. Can they not waste the time of mine?
O, and especially those 'presenters' who persist in waving their hands about in a swivel-eyed loony fashion.
Based on how often CarsickFM plays Barber's bleedin' Adagio for Strings, I'm surprised they don't give prominence to US sports.
btw Huia, as soon as the ABs lose, Rugby coverage will cease. I doubt that will happen soon though
That's interesting. In the US, broadcasting the Barber Adagio on the radio tends to be associated with times of national sorrow. They played it when President Roosevelt died in office and after the Sept. 11 attacks. I don't listen to classical stations often, so can't comment on how much it's played under normal circumstances, but if I turned on the radio and heard it, I would assume something troubling had happened.
Great cello part, though!
Unfortunately sionisais experience suggests otherwise. We then get the excruciating analysis of why and how they lost. Some NZ rugby fanatics seem to have a kind of Manifest Destiny belief about their team winning, although, to be fair, the players and coaches are more likely to admit that the other team was better than they were on the day (unless of course a linesman or ref was blind) .
It's a "Local sport" in South Wales where we have more than our share of arsonists. It's a while since we had a bad one in Newport but the favourite is tyre dumps. The smoke and smell are awful and it is very difficult to put the fire out. Grass fires in the valleys are exceptionally stupid, especially on old coal tips for a number of reasons.
We now await the final financial offer from the boiler company ...
Good! Let's hope it is favourable. Note that my in-laws used oil, but they had an overflow thanks to the bozo who "filled" their tank and their home never lost that smell.
Yesterday I was just opening the door to our new cleaner (for whom much praise and thanksgiving) when I realised that water was pouring through the ceiling below my loo. An hour or two later - the house insurance people having done wonders - when the plumbers had disassembled the cabinet housing the cistern, it was discovered that the nasty cheap plastic cistern had worked loose from the wall, hence the flood.
Additionally the supposed service valve was a) plastic, and mangled, and b) completely inaccessible without removing the front of the cabinet, heavily siliconed into place. And just to complete the picture, the waste from the loo not only goes round a right-angle bend, but is expected to flow uphill.
I don't know on which planet they completed their training, but that ain't never going to happen in Gloucestershire.
Mrs. S, fuming
@The Intrepid Mrs S What a nightmare!
(Dear God, please let it stop raining for a day or so.
Please, pretty please?
Thank you.)