Other What Makes Your Life, Meh?

Had a peek there, sadly nothing tickled my fancy (I'm picky )

 

Related: I am so sick of fighting my goddamn tools every single goddamn day.

And, yet again, it’s everyone’s favourite “AI assisted” IDE that is now mandated as the IDE we must use, Cursor…

There is a baseline level of frustration before you even get out of the gates with it. Rarely a day goes by when it doesn’t have an update to install, but unlike VSCode it can’t just silently do it in the background; it has to request permission to update, and does it with a focus-stealing popup asking for my fingerprint. But it doesn’t always immediately tell me about an update, of course, it frequently happens in the middle of working on something.

That aside, today’s irritation is breaking copy & paste. One of the most basic functions possible and in Cursor it just… stops working. Every other program works fine, but in Cursor - nah mate, not doing that any more.

And it’s done that twice today.

 

Keychron K10 Max for £40 off on Bezos' Bazaar, if you're interested? (see hardware bargains thread)

 

Azure sync issues at work. Passwords expired, but it didn't bother telling anyone, nor would it let us in to update them after the fact.
Followed by a 3 hour wait for onsite IT to arrive & enact manual password resets for those affected.

 

@The_Crapman @IanW Highly appreciated buuuuuut a purchase happened yesterday, nine stops away as per Bezo's Thingamabob Store app

 

A while back my father-in-law had a funny turn in the pub, almost blacked out like the blood flow to his brain had been interrupted. We passed it off as something else but almost a year later he had another, more serious. Few tests, MRI etc. and no real answer, then just after Christmas he was diagnosed with aggressive brain cancer. He's now declining noticeably week on week. Seems it's a death sentence with the only saving grace of being quick, I reckon he's a couple of months left. It's not properly hit me yet.

I know what the prognosis is, but I'm just sorting of burying my head in the sand. His wife is a wreck and mine is mourning for her, they were just due to retire and now it's all gone to ratshit. I spent last night talking to her as she laid out just everything that had been planned and how it was now never going to happen. Life is brutally unfair.

Not sure why this is meh, I guess I'm just not facing it yet.

 

Power tripped this morning and it may have been caused by my 16 port switch which is now dead. I think it has a two year warranty (fingers crossed because it wasn't cheap).

 

Does that cover you when it’s twos don’t work?

 

Fixed, ta

 

Not sure everyone knows the full Christmas saga, so here it is in one go.

Just before Christmas I started feeling unwell. For me, not quite unwell enough to act on, but enough that friends and family eventually convinced me to go to A&E. I had a fever, the shakes, dizziness, my heart felt off, and I’d started turning a fairly alarming shade, which in hindsight probably should have rung more bells than it did.

When I arrived, they initially thought I was having a heart attack, which caused a bit of mass panic. Blood tests quickly showed I had sepsis and the beginnings of organ failure, and I was told I likely had around six hours to live. Further scans then revealed a grapefruit-sized lump at the top of my thigh, which I had assumed was just a bruise.

That kicked off two emergency operations under general anaesthetic, six cannulas, enough antibiotics to supply a small country, and at one point eight bags of fluids running at the same time. I also had a catheter, which was easily the worst part of the entire experience. While I was under, I needed a blood transfusion too. There were some fairly intense conversations about risks, including loss of life, loss of my leg, blindness, and other things you never expect to hear applied to yourself.

And then, somehow, I just got better.

I spent four days in hospital. I went in the day after Boxing Day and came out on New Year’s Eve. I was back at work the following Monday, which in hindsight was probably a terrible idea.

I was left with a five-inch incision that looks like it was done by Stevie Wonder using a blunt spoon, then finished off by Bruce from Jaws. Because it wasn’t stitched all the way down, there’s still a chance I may need a skin graft later on, likely taken from my backside, which would earn me the entirely undeserved lifelong nickname of “bum leg”.

Since then I’ve been back in hospital weekly to monitor healing. It is improving, but the wound is still partially open, so recovery is very much ongoing.

As if that wasn’t enough, two to three weeks later I developed severe pain behind my knee and what felt like constant shin splints. Given the location, my brain immediately jumped to blood clot territory. The pain was intense enough that two Anadin and two 30mg co-codamol barely took the edge off, and walking became increasingly difficult.

At what was meant to be a routine follow-up appointment, I was sent for an ultrasound, which revealed a six-inch blood clot in my thigh artery. That finally explained the pain and the difficulty walking, as the blood flow was being restricted rather than draining properly. I’ve now been started on blood thinners to stop the clot getting any bigger and to allow my body time to deal with it properly.

So yes, Christmas was eventful. Recovery is ongoing, and I’m very much still a work in progress, but I’m here, which feels like a pretty solid outcome all things considered.

 

That's a Yike from me.

 

On to tramadol today - that fixes everything...

 

Damn mate. That's a frickin doozy.

Hope you're on the mend and the rest of the year is far less eventful.

 

Holy Z @Mojo! What a rollercoaster.
Glad to hear you're on the mend, there's some way to go by the sound of it.

Tramadol is heavy duty stuff, take it easy with that.

Take it easy and hope the improvement continues

 

Christ @Mojo , that sounds terrifying. Very glad you are still with us, and wishing you the very best for your recovery.

 

Cheers folks - if someone could put the voodoo down though.. that would be nice!

 

Jeez @Mojo! Wishing you all the best for a speedy recovery!

 

It's not me, the cat keeps sticking his claws in it...

All the best, get well soon mate.