Was this little guy born in the clown hospital?. If so, that place is ripe for malpractice suit heaven. 3 pounds and jaundiced should never have been allowed to come home with what I imagine is a very young mother. Shit has not changed that much. Get a sunlamp.

From a long time member of the ‘dealing with blood pressure’ clan:

There is no standard drug route for blood pressure, it’s an iterative process. You try something, it doesn’t work, so you try something else, and you keep repeating it until you find the solution. Find a non-clown doctor, and during the first visit tell him/her you want to work with him/her by phone to find the right combination. Then try whatever’s prescribed for a couple of weeks, check your own BP, then call the office if it’s not right yet and have the Doc phone in a prescription for whatever the next drug is that he/she wants to try. It’s a total pain in the ass process, but you can usually find the right combination eventually. (I’m on a combination of three) You just can’t do it on a ‘one visit every six months’ basis.

Take care of yourself, ’cause you’re the one who has to live in that bod… Jay Dee

Must be baby week, because two of my friends had ‘em this week, too. Both boys.

The Harley Garbage made me laugh. You are too fucking funny.

Hope you get to feeling better.

Amy

OMG, Kim, I literally LOLed.

V.

The baby is cute, but he looks jaundiced.

Ahhhhh,…..VERY good call! He *is* jaundiced. He looks like a little yellow butter bean. She’s had to take him in like every other day to check his bilirubin.

Of course, I thought that they told me when my son was jaundiced to keep him out in the sun some every day, but when I told her this she said “oh, they didn’t tell me anything about that….”

The again, they kept my son under some special lights for like 3 days before they let him come home, but they let the little butter bean come home at 3 pounds the day after he was born. So I’m assuming “shit has changed some”.

Kim

I actually left my first husband because he was so fucking lazy. Our house was falling down around us, the bathroom was backed up and he would “have” to go play in a baseball tournament and then hang out in the bar with his team. Every weekend. And many weeknights too. Best thing I ever did. I learned you can hire somebody to fix anything, even clean your house. If you are low on cash you can just barter for it. You have lots of skills to barter with.

Take care of yourself, get Paul to order takeout for you and continue to rest and relax, too many people, including me NEED your blog for our daily dose of humour!

The baby is cute, but he looks jaundiced.

That’s what I’m talking about. You are my kinda girl!!!

At least you have enough nerve to show yourself on your blog, I have trouble even cussing on mine. oh well. Can I come here and cuss?

My hubby is a metal fabricator / welder and I can’t even get him to make me a fucking SHEPARDS HOOK!!

The odd part of all this is – Paul is not a plumber. He just knows how to do it. Unless that makes him a plumber. It’s just that when someone ELSE needs some plumbing done – he’s a plumber. When *I* need something done, well, he’s not a plumber anymore, and can’t do anything. Believe me, if THEIR light needed fixing in THEIR TV room – he’d be an electrician. It’s all part of the “Paul is a nice guy” thing he has going on.

When we were still living in Florida, Paul had a sticker sheet of Harley stickers in the barn. I went in there, saw them, and took the whole sheet, then went in the house and stuck them on everything I wanted fixed or taken care of – I put one on the garbage can, one on the laundry basket, one on this door that wouldn’t close. Paul asked what all the stickers were doing all over the house and I told him “Because I finally figured out that the only fucking things around here that get any attention are fucking Harley things – now take out the Harley garbage.”

Kim