My new ceiling fan works off a remote control. I want a spare. I want to have one for the night stand by the bed and one by the door. Why should I have to walk all the way over to the bed to turn on the light? And why should I have to get off the bed and walk all the way to the wall to adjust the fan speed?
Why can't I just have two remote controls? Google fails me. I can find only one place that sells remote controls for this fan. They do not have them in stock. If/when they get them in stock, it will cost me $50 + shipping and handling - COD check only. ???!!!!
The fan is Hampton Bay, which, apparently, is the house brand of Home Depot and they don't do spare parts like replacement remotes. Yo,
estis, any chance you could scare me up a spare remote for a Model 55295? Or figure out how I can score one?
My goal of being the laziest fat ass on the planet is in competition with being the worst kind of hypochondriac.
I'm pretty sure that any minute I will totally stroke out or have a massive coronary or drop dead of breast cancer if something else isn't hiding in the wings. It's been so many years since I had any of it checked out. I have very good reasons - well, very good in my lame brain. I'm not willing to do anything to fix or prevent any of it - I'm not going to take medication, I'm not going to have surgery and I'm not going to change my lifestyle so why torture a poor doctor who wants to help when I'm not willing? So I don't go. And I totally understand the consequences.
But, I watch all the medical shows - ER, Medical Investigation, Gray's Anatomy and sometimes even Strong Medicine. The worst, for my condition, though, is House.
Generally, on House, the guest star's problem starts out simply. His nose itches or he stubbed his toe. By the first commercial, he's generally in bad straights. By the half way mark, he's pretty much on life support. He's always saved in the end BUT.
So when my nose itches or I stub my toe - or I get a pain when I breathe or I get dizzy or I have a cramp in my neck - anything... I mean anything - and I'm wondering if I'm not two commercials away from life support. And I know that at the end of the hour, I am not going to be saved. I have a good 30 years of health neglect. I was an efficient and talented smoker for 40 years. And, honestly, if it takes medical intervention of any kind, I'm not so good in the will to live department.
I think a lot about not living to see my condo finished, or getting my teeth fixed and getting hit by a bus the next day, or dying before Mom (I do feel a wee bit guilty about that one). I don't dwell on the thoughts - they just pass through. It's part of the package. When I feel a twinge or an ache or any of the signs that may be step one to the Big Staircase, my instincts are to get myself to someplace when, when I pass out, no one will find me until it is too late to save me. My phobia is being resuscitated.
And, I cannot for the life of me remember why I started this entry... so that's surely the sign of a brain tumor, right?
Why can't I just have two remote controls? Google fails me. I can find only one place that sells remote controls for this fan. They do not have them in stock. If/when they get them in stock, it will cost me $50 + shipping and handling - COD check only. ???!!!!
The fan is Hampton Bay, which, apparently, is the house brand of Home Depot and they don't do spare parts like replacement remotes. Yo,
My goal of being the laziest fat ass on the planet is in competition with being the worst kind of hypochondriac.
I'm pretty sure that any minute I will totally stroke out or have a massive coronary or drop dead of breast cancer if something else isn't hiding in the wings. It's been so many years since I had any of it checked out. I have very good reasons - well, very good in my lame brain. I'm not willing to do anything to fix or prevent any of it - I'm not going to take medication, I'm not going to have surgery and I'm not going to change my lifestyle so why torture a poor doctor who wants to help when I'm not willing? So I don't go. And I totally understand the consequences.
But, I watch all the medical shows - ER, Medical Investigation, Gray's Anatomy and sometimes even Strong Medicine. The worst, for my condition, though, is House.
Generally, on House, the guest star's problem starts out simply. His nose itches or he stubbed his toe. By the first commercial, he's generally in bad straights. By the half way mark, he's pretty much on life support. He's always saved in the end BUT.
So when my nose itches or I stub my toe - or I get a pain when I breathe or I get dizzy or I have a cramp in my neck - anything... I mean anything - and I'm wondering if I'm not two commercials away from life support. And I know that at the end of the hour, I am not going to be saved. I have a good 30 years of health neglect. I was an efficient and talented smoker for 40 years. And, honestly, if it takes medical intervention of any kind, I'm not so good in the will to live department.
I think a lot about not living to see my condo finished, or getting my teeth fixed and getting hit by a bus the next day, or dying before Mom (I do feel a wee bit guilty about that one). I don't dwell on the thoughts - they just pass through. It's part of the package. When I feel a twinge or an ache or any of the signs that may be step one to the Big Staircase, my instincts are to get myself to someplace when, when I pass out, no one will find me until it is too late to save me. My phobia is being resuscitated.
And, I cannot for the life of me remember why I started this entry... so that's surely the sign of a brain tumor, right?
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Date: 2005-05-23 06:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 06:23 pm (UTC)I actually understand your reasoning. My brother was terrible about taking care of himself but he was in major denial. He had no idea that he was cutting his years short. But you do! Informed consent, I call it.
And you do have your medical directive all filled out and signed and so on, yes? Just to make sure you don't end up on life support with no early end in sight.
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Date: 2005-05-23 06:35 pm (UTC)And, yes, I got all the papers signed years ago and I have a DNR necklace that I wear under my clothes. My sister is authorized for care decisions and I have assured her that if I wake up in a hospital the first thing I'm going to do is call a lawyer, get a new will and she ain't getting a penny. If I die before I get to a hospital, she gets it all. She's not the sharpest knife in the drawer but she is vitally interested in the cash and she thinks there's about 5 times what there actually is.
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Date: 2005-05-23 10:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 10:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 11:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 11:45 pm (UTC)But good case for Tatoo over Sharpie, for sure.
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Date: 2005-05-24 12:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 07:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 07:34 pm (UTC)This ceiling fan isn't plugged into an outlet.
Their are remotes where you stick a sensor into the fan housing but this one already has a sensor and I don't want to confuse it - plus, I don't want to dick around inside the fan.
Are either of these what you are talking about? Or is it something else? I wonder if the Deadcornstubble Universal Remote Outlet has a website?
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Date: 2005-05-23 08:00 pm (UTC)Now if I can just get past the $70 for the remote and the shipping (this, for a fan that cost me $150)...
I guess we'll see exactly how lazy a whore I really am...
(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 09:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 09:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 10:03 pm (UTC)And I am not ordering the $70 one yet - and maybe never - so if you stumble over something cheap and juicy at Lowe's I'd be delighted to hear about it!
House Rocks!
Date: 2005-05-23 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-23 10:54 pm (UTC)How about a universal remote?
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Date: 2005-05-23 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-24 11:59 pm (UTC)