Yanti & Salty MAD MANATEES Part 2 -- Full Pod (Page 5)

2 weeks Awesome!! Good luck!!

Stinger season?  Like Jellyfish or worse?

My DW actually dove into a POD of Jellyfish last summer while at the beach and then we tried to fix it with vinegar, balsamic vinegar, because we were visiting friends that had rented a beach house and that's what they had at the time.  It ended up so bad she eventually went to go see a Dr. who said it was the worst case of jelly fish stings they had ever seen.  And vinegar is bad to use to treat jelly fish stings.  Amonia is the way to go.  I still get in trouble for that and not sure how...  Wasn't trying to cause any more anxiety honest

Slammer and I got our run in this afternoon instead of the morning mostly since I snoozed right through until 6am...  He really likes to run in the rain... got him to go under 9 min miles, maybe I need to go somewhere where it rains more... nah I'll just run slow.  Trying to post a pic of the after:

HAHAHA SUCCESSS!!!  This was after a quick rinse off since he took a header into a puddle trying to catch a duck, if it wasn't that whole flight thing he might have had a chance...

FIL is doing well thank you all for the well wishes.  I'm doing my race on sunday but looking at it as a gauge of where I am to figure out what I need to do to hit my goal for the one in July

Craik (sp?) (pronounced crack) is a good thing.  So if you here Where is the Crtack? or What's the Crack?  it doesn't mean what we think it means... 

I actually know that one - it means "fun time" or something like that.  I will definitely be keeping an eye out for it.

BTW, love your dog and his name is great!

Rather depends on the jellyfish - the ones in Queensland are of course peculiar to these tropics.  White vinegar is the way to go with these ones.

We have other jellyfish in Oz called blubottles or Portuguese manowar, these need to be treated with hot water.

Once when i was a teenager my friend got stung in Tunisia and they put raw tomato on it and that fixed her up.

So I think it is breed specific!

Reading this my first impression was urine infection but they ruled that out.  Now I would have to agree with you that it may be typhoid.  The legs are probably more spasms than "seizures". 

Whatever it is, I am keeping Mutti and you in my prayers.  I hope you find out what is going on soon.  {{{{Melon Presses}}}}

That is a happy lab.  Big smile and tongue lolly-ing.  He looks like a big goofy teenager

Got a good run in tonight.  Not long, but a hard one, kinda felt like vomiting.  We are a strange bunch aren't we?

I'm about to take a page from Chris' book, I hope you will indulge me.

I am feeling unbelievably grateful that I am a part of this group.  The attitude and support shown by everyone is amazing.  Those of you who are struggling continue to support, encourage and pray for others.  Each of you, by being you, is helping me to not only be a better triathlete, but a better person.  Thank you.

Indulgence over.

Great minds think alike, and sometimes even you catch up

Oh yes, Ireland's a whole different heap of insults.

Crack is spelled CRAIC in irish and whilst you are there, look out for a Ceilidh (pronounced Caillie!!!) which is an old fashioned party/ get together that the gailic people do so well. I got caught in one when i was a young man sailing off the scottish coast and we put into a small harbour called Portpatrick for the night. One of the best nights of my life. pure magic.

I feel also honoured to be a part of this group and feel like we are all 'friends' though I've only met Yanti!

Ah a Ceilidh - I've been to a few - and I have never laughed so hard or peed my pants from laughing so much!  The Scottish/Irish dancing is sooooo much fun especially after a little alcohol - the bagpipes are so haunting and make me cry, but the dancing well that makes me laugh!  My nephew married a Scottish girl in 2010 and we went to the wedding which was a Ceilidh, HILARIOUS.  If I find some pics I'll post them.

Crack is spelled CRAIC in irish and whilst you are there, look out for a Ceilidh (pronounced Caillie!!!) which is an old fashioned party/ get together that the gailic people do so well. I got caught in one when i was a young man sailing off the scottish coast and we put into a small harbour called Portpatrick for the night. One of the best nights of my life. pure magic.

Ceilidh I know ... that is the username of one of my closest friends here on BT, who witnessed firsthand the creation of the {MELON PRESS}. Actually that's her dog's name.

Oy vey. Things are very not good here. From my blog:

I hear you there!  That is why my "off" day is "Walk Emma 5k at at fast pace" day.

Well, there is Safe Sea for jellyfish.  Is there something similar for stingrays?

Oh no!  This is so not what we wanted to hear! 

You and your family continue to be in our thoughts and prayers.  (And Reece with his injury and Jo with her daughter and everyone else with their issues and injuries -- must get Manatees All Better!)

Sweet Janyne and dear Dub6. Thank you both so much--for your comments here, inspires, PMs, etc.

I am post-hot bath and am considering putting off wholesale slaughter at least for the time being. 'Cause I'm a little tired.

Honestly, just about this exact situation is fairly common with my family, folks' household, and the medical scene here (and since I've been sick most of the last two years, that too). I'm not sure why I had expectations that would be different this time. I guess I was hoping? It's a good thing all of us are pretty tough (I think we have had to be, to survive each other!)

A few other good things ... my brother really stepped up to the plate, and he never has before. He lives in this city, but almost never sees my folks and when they have emergencies, he usually vanishes. He's not good for much and owes us all lots of money and doesn't take care of his own family.

He has been at the hospital a lot the last three days and has been able to do very simple things for my mom like get her juice and just hold her hand. (He doesn't know a thing about medicine and though he talked a lot between the doctors and I, a lot got lost in translation and no one person being responsible for her care). So he also assumed that things were being done which weren't and that they didn't have proper restraints and things like that.

My mom perked up the moment she saw me, and she recognized me and called me by name (even when she's normal she often mixes me up with my sister, due to her Alzheimer's), and when a doctor finally arrived she proudly introduced me. I did get them to give her Tylenol for her fever and pain and between my brother and I we wrung out a bunch of my socks with cold water and plastered them all over her, and her fever came down and she was a lot more lucid, less agitated and in a lot less pain. And speaking clearly in whole sentences. And then she finally said ... I'm hungry!

No kidding ... all she's gotten the last few days are IV electrolytes and hydration. That's something, I suppose, but maybe a few calories and vitamins through the line might have been a good idea too.

Oh, Yanti. How can this be?? (I know. My naivete is one of my strongest personality traits. I keep thinking the world is better than it is.)

I'm glad things are improving a little, but I am so sorry that you had to walk into that mess -- both at the hospital and at your parents' house.

Good for your brother for stepping up. I'm glad that your mother has become a little more lucid. Remember to take care of yourself, too.

We all continue to send you prayers and positive thoughts.

Oh. My. Word.  How absolutely heartbreaking to hear how your mother is being (mis)treated by the very people who are supposed to be helping her with her illness.  And heartbreaking to hear how no one cared for your dog while you were gone.  Bless your dear heart, dealing with your own illness, your sister's illness, and now your mother (and dog).  And yeah, you have every right to be upset with the help staff for doing nothing.  Poor Yanti.  I pray things get better for you and your family. {{melon presses}}

No volunteers to help me with the tarring and feathering?

Heh.

Well, I've done all I can for today and my dad's nurse will sleep here in the hospital next to my mom so that I can get some rest at home. Unfortunately that might mean playing nurse for my dad but since he's incapacitated, I usually say WHAT? and if it's not an emergency I just ignore him Nice thing when they can't chase after you.

Tomorrow's another day, and in the greater city of 16 million, there has got to be ONE vet that does house calls.

Thank you all so much for your prayers and kindness and letting me vent.