Ratings have become completely mindless. You never get real comments anymore, just numbers/stamps. I'm so sick of "Please feel free to add me or stalk me." I know people love their stamps, but I'm just so tired of them. Nothing beats a real comment. Stamps are the lazy equivalent of voice mail when I'd just like to hear a real person's voice.
I'm not debating your right to stamp me and everyone all you want, but have you ever walked into a place that has signs up everywhere? After a while, you just don't read them anymore. All stamps look the same to me because I get hundreds of them one after another. I don't even see them anymore because my eyes glaze over.
A few words, though... I will always stop to read those. Of course, even those often smell like form letters.
The worse thing about it is, just like we stop reading stamps a lot now just stop reading profiles.
It's always been about the speed of the rate for many as they want to level quicker so the 'rate' , 'stamp' and 'bag em' policy lives on.
Oh dear god, how I do agree with you.
I hardly ever check the link to "See who has rated you."
Same here, Thoth.
I find I have little saying anymore after reading a profile. Half of them just seem to say the same things in a different order. In fact, unless I see something early on to catch my attention, I don't read them anymore. I try but most of them just don't hold my interest. Among the few that manage to keep me reading to the end, less than half ever get a real comment from me because I still find myself with nothing worth while to say. I never stamp at all though, it seems so superficial to me. It's no different than somebody tagging a wall or something just to show they were there, as if I couldn't see that anyway. There is that rare person I come across on here that gets me to read their whole profile and at the end I find myself giving a little nod and saying, "Hmm." That's me basically saying, "Ok, this was worth my time." Those people get a comment and it's always something personalized and related to something I read in their profile.
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Ha! Perfect, Liam.
Thanks for the good wishes, everyone. We had a setback tonight with Ashton. He began bleeding more than the wound vac could handle and it was pretty scary for a while. They've removed it and put a pressure bandage on it until tomorrow when they'll see if they can put it back in.
He was vomiting, so they got him on some Fenergan (sp?). With nothing on his stomach, he's been sleeping now for about two hours. It's a pleasure to be in the room with him sleeping so well and the new shift of nurses have been wonderful, checking in on him a lot.
I admire those of you who write so frankly about difficult and personal things. I really struggle with that. These are the things I have been worrying over since the weekend:
My son has been in the hospital for 4 days now with a serious infection. I took him in on Mother's Day and got in a few faces. He's gone to the ER 3 times in the last 6 weeks and they give him antibiotics and send him home. I wasn't leaving until they explained to me why he has an infection and what they planned to do about it. I'll spare you the details of how nasty this infection is.
The ER doctor listened to everything I said and agreed to admit him. With that golden ticket, 3 doctors had to see/treat him: Internal Medicine, Infectious disease, and Orthopedics (the doctor who did his previous surgeries.) Some of you may remember his motorcycle accident 3 years ago.
He had surgery this morning and is out of Recovery and in his room. I'm home now, exhausted but relieved. He has a wound vac and will have a picc line for his antibiotics. They cleaned the leg and the infection was deeper and worse than the surgeon had thought. Why didn't they listen to us each time we had gone before? He's lucky that he didn't die, because that's what we're talking about here when doctors ignore infection that long.
For 4 days, the highest his heartrate has gotten is 40. This morning before surgery, it was 34. Because of that, we had to have a cardiologist in surgery, too. I firmly believe that if I hadn't gotten insistent, they would once again have just sent him home. Last time, a nurse all but said that he just wanted pain medicine. I heard another actually tell him that he might be uncomfortable, but that it was "bearable."
He has a real chance now to get well.
I know some of you remember last year when my mom and dad were diagnosed with cancer at the same time when they went for check ups to go traveling. Both had surgery and chemo...dad had radiation, too.
They've been doing so well. They even started traveling again. They did a Mexican cruise last month. On Friday evening after volunteering at the Center, they got the results of dad's latest PET scan and it's not good news. We have new sites. I'm not going to write much about it because it's so hard and because they flew out this morning to Boston to get a second opinion, this time with a specialist who only deals with dad's kind of cancer...some kind of pulmonary oncologist. His appointment is tomorrow morning, so we're calling back and forth to share about dad and my son.
Our little family has taken a beating the last few days. On top of everything, I have my son's puppy from hell at my house and so far he's pooped everywhere, peed everywhere, chewed my carpet, leapt onto a concrete planter and crushed Stabb's bell pepper plant, eaten through the starter pull cord on my lawn mower, and assorted other mischief. Poor Meatball keeps trying to find a little space of his own where the puppy isn't trying to climb inside him.
Life can be overwhelming. You've had your share over the past few years, I know.
You always have friends to talk to when you need... when ever you need.
My best to you and your family. I'm glad your son is getting proper treatments, kennels are available, you know, and I'll keep my fingers crossed for your mom & dad.
Doubling up on what Birra said. We're always here to lend support or stay up late, laughing until our stomachs hurt.
Good luck with the puppy though... Sheesh.
Another trick my mother used with her kidney stone (they originally were going to make her wait almost 4 weeks for the surgery)
If we wait that long, will I have an increased risk of a kidney infection?
Sadly medicine is practice, and many workers are over worked and "jadded" by those who abuse the system. You've done the right thing- and trust your gut. You know you, and your family better than any MD ever will.
Hard times come and go, but you took a stand and happily it paid off, your family is blessed to have you at the helm.
PS: Tell Meatball it wont be for long :)
Remember your son is on his was to recovery.
Father is strong, and has the desire and will to do what it takes to get help. That goes a long way.
The puppy is just a bump in the road, give Meatball a walk, a trip away even if it is just around the block. It would be good for both of you.
Just take a deep breath and take in the love people all around you have for you and your family.
Here for you with any help I can be.
..I am thinking of you and sending prayers and well wishes.
I was going to save it for a wedding gift. But... do you still find time to read? Let me send you a book when I get back to Toronto. The same mailing address will do, I trust?
I hate the money you could be saving at Geico. HATE!
Conversely, I would have a beer with the Cockney gecko. He's cool. I'd dine with the cavemen and suffer through their pretentious wine selections, but that f*%#$@ money wad should be fed through my office shredder and his google eyes reserved for Sock Puppet's bed fellow.
Ahahaha!!!! I hate that wad too, stupid ass commercial.
I hate it just because it was obviously a dumb, lazy, cheap commercial. You can almost smell the bongs on the breath of the guys who pitched that idea.
So, uh, here's our idea. *giggle* Okay. Picture this. A pile of money with googly eyes, and it just STARES at you. Dude. *giggle-snort* That would so freak people out! *giggle*
but, will this go viral?
Uh, sure... whatever dude. Hey, let's order pizza....
It's creepy and not in a good way.
I think it's more creepy that everyone except for me seems to know what you're talking about. I guess it happens on the teevee?
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