I mean the royal "we" in the not amused category, of course. Just me, really. Had the third appointment to get cable working right yesterday. Guy was an hour or more late arriving, and then rushed through the installation, was rude, and messed up my computer in the process. I think stuff is set the best we can for now, thanks to the other two guys figuring out what won't work, and readings from my call-ins to the office that gave them the additional needed information to know what to do. As to his competence level, I can't judge. Don't know if the deficiency involved ability, or just attitude.
He probably knows what he's doing. He was probably mostly just rushed because the appointment in front of mine ran so far over. Not my fault. He was only here about an hour, not much time at all for running a new line, moving an amp, etc.
As the song from "Oklahoma" says, "We've gone about as fur as we kin go." My allergies went nuclear by the time he left yesterday. I literally could not see at all, I was so close to passing out. And he suggested--twice--that I let him type in my AOL password. I don't THINK so.
I had to call my husband before the guy could leave, to avoid the necessity of getting an ambulance. It was just my swollen and reactive Eustachian tubes, complicated by being on my feet too long (he was so dense, I had to keep asking him to get out of my chair so I could sit down and not fall down!). I guess he figured I was mad and didn't realize I was passing out on him. I finally pointed that out. When somebody is that close to passing out, doesn't their face turn a funny color or something? I mean, aren't there SIGNS?
I must admit, though, that since I've seen black before in this condition rather than white (must have been from staring at the screen trying to make it out--it was just pure white, so WEIRD!), I wasn't a thousand percent sure it was the ears. I used my cane and Believer to stagger to the front door and lock it behind the guy, then got to the bed and lay flat. In five minutes my head was clear. Then I got on the phone and talked to friends and my mother, as a precaution, since hubby wasn't coming home for four hours. I unhooked Beevy from my waist but kept her harness on in case medical attention was needed. Gabriel hopped up on the bed and nuzzled me so enthusiastically he pushed my glasses off. Plastic lenses, metal frames, and bendy-back hinges come in handy with big dogs sometimes. Beevy got a little put out with him, thought he should be more gentle. But he is The Man in the dog pack, so all she did was grumble.
I was really glad I didn't go to the hospital. I can imagine the battery of tests, plus the physical reactions of my allergies to all the junk in the air there. Last time I visited a hospital patient I had the same darn reaction. Heck, a blood draw affects me this same way. I looked it up online last night, and apparently there is a name for the reaction to needles. The blood flows to the legs and lowers the blood pressure too much. Since my blood pressure is low to begin with, that'd do it, alright. But that gives me some important information. When I feel this way, I should try to get the feet up quickly, not just the head down. And if I can't get them up, I should pump them.
I've got MusicMatch playing songs from 1974 and I've had lots of cocoa powder today to bring that swollen ear down as much as possible. Feeling good!
The tech yesterday told me that the dealie-bobbers the last guy had put on two of the TVs to let me watch another channel while taping are bad on the signal as well as tending to come loose. They didn't seem to work consistently for me, anyway, and if I plan on a tape, I by golly want a tape to occur. The VCR Controllers, a separate item, only turn the VCR on, which I also don't trust to work. So we pulled off both devices from both TVs. He argued with me about whether the digital box can turn itself on with the timer and change channels for each program set to record, but when he understood what I was saying, he realized, yeah, it does do that. If the VCR comes on to record at the right time, the digital box will send that program to it, and you'll get it on tape. The VCR Controller is supposed to turn the VCR on and off at the programmed time so that you don't have to program it separately for the time.
I've been programming the VCRs separately for the times, to force them to turn off and on at the times I choose, anyway. The Sony is said not to work well with those controller devices, and the Panasonic is a fancy-schmancy commercial skip model that has a mind of its own. I have to be firm with these VCRs! So now I can reliably record, am getting good pictures, but can only watch what I am recording, if a recording is being made at the time. Too bad, so sad, I'll deal with it. I'm taping a lot of stuff in the early part of the day when I'm asleep, so I have stuff to watch between midnite and 6 when the boxes need to receive their update signals.
After what he did to my computer (I'm not going to say, because I'm not totally sure and also because I don't want to give anyone ideas.), I'm not going to trust them to set up a network for us later. I don't think I want a full network anyway. I think I want to see if there's a good way for two computers to share one cable modem without sharing files or printers. I think there is. I'll probably hire someone independent to come set it up. Someone who doesn't work for a company that can look inside my computer.
I pray that nothing breaks down or urgently needs doing for awhile, so my allergies can calm down. Believer really came through for me yesterday. The guy was evidently afraid of her, and she ignored that body language and was unflaggingly calm and genial toward him. She was also right there for me when I needed help, including the couple of dozen times I dropped my cane.
Picking stuff up off the floor and then standing back up is not a great idea for me in that condition. Her height and head carriage brings things right up to my hand, and she's quick and persistent with any difficult items to pick up. She loves to please, and it's easy for me to sincerely thank her, because I feel so grateful to God for the help she gives.
At one point I was in the kitchen with her hooked to me and she pulled. I gently restrained her because I was doing something, and then realized she had been pulling to get a drink of water. I stopped what I was doing and got her to the dish. I want to always remember to be considerate of my dogs' needs. It's too easy to forget.
Today in bed with two dogs on the bed and one on the floor, I heard a noise outside. I figured it was a neighbor, but sounded like it could have been an unhappy dog. It occurred to me that I had just let my gang out to potty a few minutes before and fed them, and heaven forbid maybe had left a straggler outside. I didn't think so, but still... So I raised up my head, lifted my eye shield, and visually checked that each dog was there.
They heard the noise outside, too, and saw me check and "count noses." Of course we do that all the time in letting them out to potty, getting them back in, etc. It struck me for the first time that checking on them is the action of a leader. They saw me do that, as of course they've seen many times. That has to be a factor in dogs feeling secure in their places in the pack, and their believing the pack has a worthy leader.
I'm convinced that we only know a small fraction of the things our dogs use to form their view of the world and determine their reactions to people, places and things. No wonder I never get bored with the subject.