SK790 wrote:a guy i know got divorced via text message. feel like that's another level.

CalvinBall wrote:

SK790 wrote:a guy i know got divorced via text message. feel like that's another level.

uh what?

WilliamC wrote:Jemagee is still the 35th most prolific poster here. He was banned in 1992. He currently averages 6.66 posts per day.

CalvinBall wrote:

SK790 wrote:a guy i know got divorced via text message. feel like that's another level.

uh what?

The Dude wrote:managed to both dvr the eagles and avoid all news about it. i'm watching the second quarter right now, and a directv app showed me the score out of nowhere

In her autobiography, The Fabulous Moolah Lillian Ellison writes that André [the giant] drank 127 beers in a Reading, Pennsylvania hotel bar and later passed out in the lobby. The staff could not move him and had to leave him there until he awakened.

SK790 wrote:a guy i know got divorced via text message. feel like that's another level.

SK790 wrote:a guy i know got divorced via text message. feel like that's another level.

jerseyhoya wrote:So my grandma had hip replacement surgery early last week and things were going OK as far as I knew until I got a call yesterday from my dad who briefly mentioned that the doctors said she had dementia and she was completely out of it and the doctors weren't sure if she'd ever be the same. He, bad news out of the way, quickly transitioned to safer topics and we spent the remaining 90% of the phone call discussing my first week teaching and whether the Giants would be on in Medford or if he'd come up here to watch the game or if he'd watch it in his mom's hospital room.

Then my mom calls me a couple hours later, and gives more details on the day at the hospital. She tells me about how she yelled at the internist for giving my grandma some meds to help her sleep on top of the percocets or something, and that that was what was making her loopy and completely out of it and quasi Alzheimersish. The doc was saying it wasn't unusual for old folks to have surgery flip a switch into dementia, but my mom badgered him into discontinuing her pain killers/sleeping pills for a day to make sure it wasn't the pills that made her lose it.

Mom calls me this evening after the Giants game. We spent a while talking about the game being crazy and back and forth and how she was following it online since it wasn't on and the score was effed up on Yahoo for a bit or something. Then she said, "Oh, your Nana is lucid and back to normal. She just needed to get off those meds. Your dad is on his way home from the hospital, and said Nana enjoyed the Giants win. I have to call your brother to tell him. Love you, bye."

Not sure if the right takeaway is for me to be embarrassed that my mom thought it was more important to me for us to talk about the Week 2 Giants game than my grandmother's mental health or that my family has such hilariously awful priorities that through the weekend we all thought it was more important to talk about a Week 2 Giants game than my grandmother's mental health. I guess those answers aren't mutually exclusive.