I want to get around to reviewing my dashcam footage to see if I can find it. Would make great watching.
Way to fucking give me a PTSD recurrence (joking, kind of).
Early on in Trashganistan, we were in a fairly close quarters combat and shot Hajis probably 10 times (in bursts of 3), center mass, and they keep coming. I thought I was missing or they had steel plates or something. (Unlike a video game, there is no way to really tell if youâve shot someone.) They finally fell down and had holes right through their hearts. They were just so hyped up on meth/crack/whatever it took them 30 seconds to lie down after they were dead. 30 seconds is FOREVER.
When I was doped up in Walter Reed I kept on re-experiencing this episode to the point I thought I was there. Would wake up, my heart going 150, and pouring sweat.
Anyway, this is why so many people now use 7.62mm (~.308) round in the area. So people fucking die like they are supposed to die.
While we were at work yesterday, the bored freeloader/unemployed dog found a spare tub of protein powder and broke into it. The mechanics of how a dog actually eats protein powder that theyâve spilled around a room involve a decent portion of powder and slobber being worked into whatever surface itâs eaten off of. The room and dog still smell like âcake batterâ which I think is going to be pretty gross based off the smell (just always buy whatever flavor is cheapest). She was very thirsty last night. About half the powder was left, but now Iâm wondering how much she tried to lick it out of the tub, and how much the rest may be compromised. The damn dog still has the energy of a puppy but is clearly in the not-giving-a-fuck years you see in old dogs.
Sugar-free JelloâŠthe only food item defying the laws of caloric density where a gram of protein = 10kcal

donât forget calorically dense sodium.
Ehh if somone, anyone, brandishes a handgun (anygun) at me ESPECIALLY if I had my child with me, they would automatically be terminated from this earth.
I may have done what you did if I was alone, but if my baby was with me. Regardless of age, race, creed, etc. I will fear for my life and those I care about and end the threat.
Edit, then I would piss on her and that dog.
I was alone at that point. It was the previous confrontation that I had my kid with me.
The methods they use to measure macro contents is not precise and itâs also different to the method they use to measure the calorie content which is also not precise. Then thereâs rounding errors.
End result is this where labels can be off by upto 25%.
I have a (not immediate) elderly family member who is has been diagnosed with Parkinsonian-like deficiencies that have progressively gotten worse over the last 5 years. She had a stroke 2 days ago and her family didnât take her to the hospital. Their reasoning was, she has a DNR and had previously expressed (years ago) that she wouldnât want extra-ordinary medical intervention. She is also exhibiting signs of infection and her family isnât seeking medical attention for the same reason.
Jesus fâing Christ, Iâm not sure Iâd consider a course of Zithromax and a check-up by a doctor to be contrary to the spirit of a DNR. This all seems very fucked up to me but itâs really not my place to say/do anything except lend support.
I agree. It sounds more like elder abuse to deny medical attention. That isnât heroic measures, itâs just basics.
Yeah in my mind DNR is not the same as neglecting someone until they die
Edit to my above post: My relative has an advance directive (much like a living will) that, I was told, covers much of whatâs going on with them right now including not seeking treatment for stroke and not treating infections. I was told the dementia is much worse than what I saw over the holidays as well.
Matriarch of the family, kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. Really just an amazingly sweet woman. LIved a full life. Not tragic, just terribly sad.
DNRs are a crazy thing. When familyâs involved you never know what is gonna happen.
On the other hand there are patients the end of life, whose families know they should get a DNR, but are too lazy, then get mad when you tell them youâre going to do CPR. Because itâs the law.
There are also families of patients at the end of life, who want you to do CPR, even though the patientâs life at that point is pretty much pure suffering. So yeah, letâs prolong that suffering for a few more days by breaking all of their ribs and shoving a tube down their throat.
miracles happen donchaknow
Itâs a hard thing and a very grey area. Iâve dealt with those issues myself recently and every situation is fact specific and reasonable minds disagree about what makes a person âcomfortableâ. Plus, lots of emotions â and just being fâg exhausted as a caregiver.
I know itâs hard, but do try to give the caregivers the benefit of the doubt. Theyâre a lot closer to the situation.
Youâre right, and I hope I donât come off as too harsh. There are definitely people who donât take steps because theyâre lazy. Then there are those who are obviously overwhelmed, and when the doctor was explaining a DNR to them, they were still processing the fact that Mom is about to die.
The DNR is just one more piece of paperwork in a pile of paperwork.
Duquesne Light. I know that power companies can get away with treating customers anyway they want, because theyâre a monopoly and nobody has a choice. But damn it they need better PR people.
When you call, before you can even press any buttons: âdue to high winds we have 60,000 customers without powerâ. Then the people who take your call while youâre reporting a transformer lying on the road repeat that montra.
What theyâre saying is that theyâre really bad at their job. They did no preventative maintenance, pole replacement or tree trimming to be proactive (you can see the brass tabs on poles in western PA say 1948 or similar installation dates). They just wait for shit to break. Itâs also a tacit admission that they donât have the staff to support the customers they do have.
In what other business would that be a winning strategy for defect/complaint management? Walk up to the customers service desk at American Airlines: âplease be aware that weâve lost 5,000 customerâs luggage this week alone.â So you suck, got it.
Not mad at the guys fixing poles or the poor ladies answering phones. But the management has a serious case of the stupid.
My husband and I both have living wills, with one another our health care proxies (person who makes decisions). His specifically forbids use of antibiotics. Mine allows for it. Itâs the only measure on which we disagree. The healthcare proxy kicks in if Iâm for-sure dying of some horrible misery - cancer, deadly stroke - and I canât communicate my wishes. If I get a urinary tract infection or some sort of painful inflamed tooth situation on top of the dying issue Iâve figured give me the antibiotics so at least I donât have urinary urgency or burning when I pee as Iâm trying to do my important dying.
I definitely see the rationale behind Dr. Pâs relativesâ choice, and am now questioning my antibiotic choice. My mother-in-law died two weeks ago after a six year romp with dementia, which in the last couple of years was severe enough that she had trouble expressing thoughts before losing them - and these werenât complex thoughts, more along the lines of âI love you.â She was often frightened and she was always in pain, but that was hard to resolve because she couldnât identify well what was going on or follow through on suggestions (donât slump over in your wheelchair). She had no meaningful exchanges, couldnât be removed from the nursing home because it hurt her to be moved and because she became frightened and overwhelmed. She was incapable of any self-care at all.
When she was still able to, she talked about death regularly, saying things like âif the good Lord has something he wants me to do, I wish heâd let me know what it is so I can do it.â My husband and I have had many conversations that consisted of âYou promise youâll kill me, right?â âYes, I promise Iâll kill you.â He saw her weekly, despite her living 3 hours from us. When the nursing home became necessary we had the conversation pretty much every week after heâd visited. His sister was there multiple times a week, and her grandchildren were regular presences. Had something happened, a stroke or infection, and theyâd let her die it would have been out of compassion, not lack of caring.
Sheâs not the first person Iâve watched lose all quality of life and still somehow plug along for years. Sitting vigil at her deathbed it occurred to me that we need to stockpile morphine somehow.
Prolonging a life that has lost all meaning and any element of joy is not a compassionate choice, itâs a fearful one.
@Dr_Pangloss, Iâm sorry for your familyâs loss.
My wife and I have living wills too but we didnât get as detailed as you. Ours says that if weâre on life support and two separate doctors believe we wonât recover then we get unplugged. The decision isnât up to either of us so weâre not burdened with that.