So, I'm back at my desktop fro the first time in what? A week and a half? Two weeks?
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He has got a well trained cat that often makes use of his computer and keyboard :-\
IOW, Dij's digits did it.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. -- 6079 Smith W.
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Great to hear you're both recovering so far. Further to Chris Maunder's comment, beware the cytokine storm. Stay safe, keep on getting better! Cheers, Peter
Software rusts. Simon Stephenson, ca 1994. So does this signature. me, 2012
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Thank You, for providing those reports - good information is always welcome. Please don't push yourselves to hard; slow and steady wins the race to good health.
INTP "Program testing can be used to show the presence of bugs, but never to show their absence." - Edsger Dijkstra "I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks. " - Daniel Boone
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
:thumbsup::thumbsup:
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Get well soon, Paul, and Mrs Griff as well ! Courage !
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
An infrequent poster, but I've been following your updates. Amazed at how upbeat you have managed to be during what is surely one of the most stressful and painful episodes of your lives. Look after each other and don't try to do too much too soon!
So old that I did my first coding in octal via switches on a DEC PDP 8
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Damn, there goes my dastardly plan to catch up to your high score while you were ill! :laugh: Glad to hear you're both improving.
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined." - Homer
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined" - Homer
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Damn, there goes my dastardly plan to catch up to your high score while you were ill! :laugh: Glad to hear you're both improving.
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined." - Homer
Richard Deeming wrote:
to catch up to your high score
Griff makes already more points when doing nothing than me when actively posting ... There is no hope :rolleyes:
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Damn, there goes my dastardly plan to catch up to your high score while you were ill! :laugh: Glad to hear you're both improving.
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined." - Homer
There's still time - I'm nowhere near ready to return to normal. Go for it! Good luck! :thumbsup:
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Glad that you are through the worst of it. And thanks for sharing the progress reports as it brings home the reality of the current situation.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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Yeah we tease him a lot 'cause we got him on the spot Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
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You're showing your age (and mine too). :)
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment "Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst "I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
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You're showing your age (and mine too). :)
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment "Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst "I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
I'm justified and ancient ! :-\
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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better. I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go! Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers. I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM. I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly. But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this. I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
