Seriously? Who isn't buying this stuff? It's not like we need 30 second spots to remind us, "hey, we need something in the bathroom that we can use to clean ourselves up a bit after we're done in there!" No! It's not like you have to send the kids out into the woods to gather up usable leafage as a suitable replacement! Sure, there's different kinds, some thicker or softer than others, but basically, toilet paper is toilet paper! If it's not made out of sandpaper, it's fine!
Still 4/1 - Gary appears with Becky behind him, to take prayer requests. He wants her to explain about her "corintation." Becky figures out that he means "quarantine" and corrects him. She also almost immediately says that it looks like nobody's signing on, and he might as well shut it off.
She says all of this with a smile, but I get an impression that they have somewhat of a mom/child relationship. I guess she loves him, as mind-bogglingly stupid and vain as he is. She also does some parenting while trapped behind Gary, quietly telling their son, who is off-camera, what to do, and helping him with math.
Gary talks again about the governor not realizing that the city officials would "take it that stiff and deep" when he said not to gather. Gary mentions that they had some officers come by wantin' to know why they were still havin' church. Gary says he gave them his argument about people goin' to Walmart's. I'm sure they were thrilled.
He tries to get Becky to say something to the camera, and she pleasantly refuses.
Gary asks us to pray for Becky, since her back is bothering her (gee, Gary, was she cleaning and cooking while you were making Facebook videos?). He hopes she can get the "kairpracter" to "jerk her around" later in the day.
Gary is prayin' that this "Creenavahris" will bring people to the Lord. Pray for "prodikals" - some of us have got "prodikal" children who need to come back to the Lord.
He wants us to pray for Becky to practice the "piana" and get better at it. "Next year at this tahm, if the Lord tarries his comin', she'll be cocky with that thing, she'll be beatin' it up, and playin' it ups one side and down the other. Amen?"
Becky looks away from her son's math book to say "You've got high hopes, don't you?" with a smile.
And, just in case you didn't catch it before, Gary makes sure to remind us to stop blaming church for everybody gettin' the creenavahrus - they must've gotten it somewhere else.
Someone signs on and Becky finally speaks without being urged to do so. She says "you didn't bring me any food last night, but it's all right." She goes on to say that the preacher came in and said "My wife made y'all some tac -" then hesitates. Her son has to tell her that the word she is looking for is "tacos." It sounds like she'd never heard of them before, which seems unlikely. He says the "o" correctly, as it would be pronounced in Spanish, so maybe she just wanted to say it that way, rather than with the diphthong of a US accent.
She and Gary go on for a while about having Mexican food brought to them being the best thing about being quarantined in Texas. He repeats his victory of introducing the pastors to weenie gravy and biscuits, and they ask for White Lily flour again. Becky's not going to pay $15 for a bag of flour on Amazon.
The last 10 minutes are spent joking about weens and gravy, mock-fighting with commenters over who gets the flour, and laughing. It's the most human behavior I've ever seen from Gary.
The risk of stillbirth at 42 weeks is lower than it is at 37 weeks. You don't get pressured into induction at 37 weeks.
This may be true, I don't know. I'm not a trained medical professional. Point is, though, that Shoshanna is quite convinced that she is very soon to be 45 weeks pregnant. Crunch away, but at some point in certain situations, don't you think one should seek the assistance of trained medical professionals?
This scares the @$#%@$ out of me. I lost my first child to Meconium aspiration. This was back in 1980 and my periods were irregular, so it was hard to determine when I got pregnant. I was well over a week overdue. After 2 nightmare days of labor and no progression my water was broken and suddenly things got hectic. I was sent to the operating room for an emergency c-section.
One of the things that triggers a newborn's first cry is the shock of cold air on their skin. They were hoping I could push her out, because that clears a lot of the amniotic fluid out of the lungs, but with a c-section, if the baby in turned wrong, like mine was face up back of head against tailbone and deep into my womb, they sometimes gasp and pull in a lot of fluid. My fluid it turns out was full of meconium, the first dark tarry stool a newborn passes. Overdue babies run the risk of having their first bowl movement while still in the womb and it puts them in a toxic environment. My daughter's birth apgar was 0, the 5 minute was 2. She was taken to a NICU in another city, where she passed the next day. Her lungs were damaged due to the toxic soup combined with the lack of oxygen to her brain, was the cause of her death.
This was 40 years ago, and things in the OB world have changed so much, ultrasounds can accurately pinpoint fetal age, inductions are done earlier in the game, but unfortunately not all babies make it home. When I hear of situations like this, I just want to go shake some sense into these women. I had so many people tell me I should sue everyone who treated me, but I couldn't. I don't feel there was any negligence, no one could have predicted this happening. My poor GP, he immediately stopped doing OBGYN in his private practice, and the OB doctor changed things in his practice. He successfully delivered my son 20 months later and cried with me when he was born. So, some good things came out of this. My only regret, I asked about organ donations and was told that they didn't do infants and babies. Today, they could have used her heart, kidneys, and liver.
Descent into madness update: My friend’s 3 year old wants a baby kangaroo, so I suggested dressing up the 1 year old in a kangaroo costume. I am severely tempted to buy the costume in exchange for a video of the baby hopping around in said costume
No idea what day of quarantine I’m on, especially since I had a couple times where I had to run out for food or to pick up meds, but I feel like I should be chronicling our descent into madness.
Last week (week before? Who knows. Time has lost all meaning) my dad was looking up patterns for sewing our own hazmat suits
When Goofus said he couldn’t find toilet paper anywhere the other day I told him he’s SOL.
Yesterday my dad called dates “fart things”
My dad ordered jars or oregano, rosemary, and parsley on amazon that are like a gallon each. Why? Does anybody need some spices? I can send you some. Might look like drugs though.
There’s some toilet paper next to one of Miss Kitty’s favorite spots to sun herself and I’m worried she understand what we are saying and is planning world domination.
Mr. kitty clawed me when he was in the middle of being all “give me attention but don’t touch me!” And I’m currently trying to convince him to kiss the boo boo he gave me.