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How to Mute a GN Netcom 9120 Wireless Headset

I inherited a GN Netcom 9120 headset at work. This also meant that I didn’t get a manual so I had no idea on how to use it. With a lot of playing around and some long google searches, I was able to finally figure out how to mute the wireless headset. Hopefully this finding will help others out there.

To mute the 9120 wireless headset, you press the middle (on/off button) twice in under 1 seconds. This will mute the headset. To unmute it you do the same thing; hit the middle button twice in less than 1 second. Its that simple!

Gone A Week

I can’t believe that my baby girl has been gone for a week already. We couldn’t wait until the Friday to put her to sleep. On Thursday afternoon she started to breathe through her mouth, struggling to get oxygen. The way she looked and acted, she was letting us know that she was ready. There was even a couple of times that I didn’t think that she wouldn’t even make it to the vet. Without fail though, on the way to out vet she perked up, but crashed soon after.

When we finally made it to the vet it was a quick process. They took Middie to their lab area to be prepped. Our vet didn’t even get a chance to finish explaining what was going to happen when she received a call from the assistant; Middie was crashing. The time was here. My wife and I pet & touched her to let her know we were there and loved her. In a matter of seconds she had passed over to the rainbow bridge, no longer suffering.

We miss her very much, and both my wife and I still feel her presence in our home. Its getting a bit easier day by day, but today was also a rough day. Not only had it been a week, we also picked up her ashes from the vet. With the ashes they included a card which had a clipping of her fur and her paw prints. This took us by surprise. I have the ashes of another cat and that was never included with her. It had been at the point a few days since we last shed a tear, but that pulled on our heartstrings.

I’ve been writing a list of things that Middie did and loved that made her the unique kitty that she was. Once I feel like I have a good amount I’ll be adding them to this post.

Until then, mommy and daddy love you and miss you very much baby girl.

When Is The Right Time To Die?

I am about to lose a very close family member. She’s been in my life for 10 years. She was supposed to be able to live another 5-10 years, but an illness is cutting that time short.

As I sit here typing this, I’m sadly counting down the hours that I have left with her. I have a little more than a day before she will go down to sleep one final time. It thoroughly and completely sucks that I know at what day and time that my baby girl is going to die. It also really sucks knowing that I can change that time and date with just one phone call, but I also know that all I would be doing is prolonging her hardship.

I’m writing this blog mostly for myself. I need to get some of this off my chest before I explode. I try to talk to my wife about this, but every time I open my mouth no words come out and I just start to cry. A grown man of 38 years old, finding myself constantly crying since I first talked to the vet yesterday morning and making this extremely hard decision. My baby’s not gone yet but I still can’t seem to stop myself from crying randomly. She’s been a very special kitty with a unique personality that everyone absolutely loves. I could live a dozen lifetimes and I doubt I would ever come across another cat that resembles her.

Since yesterday I’ve been questioning myself, asking myself if I’ve made the right decision. It all seems to have happened so fast. In a matter of 10 hours or so I witnessed her deteriorating. She’s had the occasional bad day, but she’s always bounced back. Is this just one of those times? Did I rush in this decision? Would I have even thought of making this decision if the vet hadn’t called yesterday morning to see how things were going? I know that she’s been sick and that her time was close, but I never expected it to be this close. Even if this was a bad day and she did bounce back, I know in my head that the time would be just around the corner. I know that wanting to spend more time with her is selfish on my part. But this is the kitty that never got sick, never had to go to the vet, and was supposed to outlive us all. She wasn’t supposed to go this quickly! This isn’t the first pet that I’ve lost. Growing up we had a few dogs and have gone through the process of losing them (both naturally and through euthanasia). In 2003 I had to put down Kali, the first pet I had as an adult (along with her brother Loki, who’s still alive today). She was only 4 years old. So I’m not inexperienced in losing a pet, but for some reason this seems to be harder to deal with. Maybe its only perception since it’s been 7 years since I last had to deal with losing a pet… who knows, my mind’s not thinking straight right now.

I’m trying to spend these last few waking hours with her, and I’m trying to be strong. But when I see what was once a very social, overtly friendly, very loving and energetic kitty be none of those things, I mentally know that her quality of life is slipping away and that this is the right decision. I can see it in her eyes that her mind and soul are still there, but her body doesn’t respond in kind; it has betrayed her. My heart is aching and my emotions are making me second guess my decision with each passing second. This is going to be a very long and rough 26 hours.

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Stupid Drivers and Cellphones

Why is it that it seems like most people in Ottawa are blatantly ignoring the no using a cellphone while driving law? Every time I’m behind the wheel, even if its only to run an errand 2 minutes away, I always see at least one person talking on a cellphone while driving. Its not just limited to one age group either (though it appears to be more common with teenagers/young adults). 30-40 year old soccer mom with kids in the back;  a professional in a company car;  teenager who just got his license. It just goes to prove that stupidity does not discriminate. As an aside, if you’re driving a car or truck with a company logo emblazoned everywhere, you’re representing the company you work for (or own). If I see you doing something stupid like talking on a cellphone while driving, I make a mental note to never give you my business.

We had our own close call with a stupid kid on a cellphone last week. It was during the evening last week. We were coming home from visiting with family. In my rear view I noticed a car that was speeding up and slowing down constantly. We were on a 4 lane street, and I was driving in the slow lane. The car beside me wasn’t going much faster than I was. Out of the blue the car that was alternating speeds sped up behind the guy in the fast lane, swerved hard into our slow lane to pass him, narrowly missing my bumper by a mere 2-3 inches, forcing me to hit the brakes.  My wife and I then observed him driving in the middle of the lanes, swerving back and forth and going a good 30-40 km over the posted speed limit. Thank goodness there were no other cards in his vicinity. We get to a (long) red light where he’s been stopped for a while already, I look over and see that he’s chatting away on a cellphone, completely oblivious to what’s going on around him.

I’m sorry, but is your phone conversation more important that the lives of my 2 month old son, my wife and my own? Not only are you blatantly ignoring a law, your stupidity, selfishness and carelessness put other people’s lives at risk. Yes, you, the 18-20 year old driving a black sedan down Innes in Gloucester/Orleans last Thursday around 9:30pm, I’m talking to you. Put down your phone, pay attention to your driving and maybe you won’t kill or seriously injure someone one of these days.

It’s A Boy (Part 2)

Her water having been manually broken, my wife jumped to the bathroom, in major pain, and demanded that they get an anesthesiologist there immediately to give her an epidural (she also had a few choice words for me and the nurse). It only took about 15-20 minutes for the anesthesiologist to get to the room, set her up and for the epidural to take effect. Boy was she flying high and it was pretty funny to see.

It was around 7:30pm when my parents came around to see how we were doing. As they were about to leave, the doctor came, checked my wife and announced and that we were about to have a baby. My wife and I were shocked to hear this. It had only been 2 hours since they broke her water and she was now fully dilated. The following hour and a half was a huge blur. I remember the nurses tasked me with announcing the sex of the baby.I urged my wife to push. It all seemed so surreal. I could see that a small crowd had gathered in the hallway. Along with my parents I could see one of my nieces, my sister and her husband and my inlaws. At 9:28pm my son finally came into this world. The nurses brought him to0 me but at first I couldn’t see the sex as the umbilical cord was in the way. After a second or two I could finally see and exclaimed “it’s a boy!”, and the hallway crowd erupted in cheers and claps. I cut the umbilical cord and they whisked him away.

Nicolas measured 18.5 inches and weighed in at 5 lbs 7 ounces. The next hour or so is still a blur. They cleaned him up, measured, weighed him, did the apgar test and applied the eye ointment before I could even notice it. I then got to hold my son for the first time and it was an indescribable feeling. Multiple emotions hit me all at once: joy, love, happiness, giddiness and amazement. Once able to do so, I introduced my wife to her son. I could see that she felt the same emotions that I was feeling.

After a while our visitors started coming in and gushing over our little guy. He got held by grandma and granpa. Our company didn’t stay long though, realizing that Erin needed her rest. That first night we both woke up often. Every little noise made us rush to his side. I would also find myself waking up and going to just watch him sleep.

We ended up having to stay a few extra days in the hospital due to his low birth weight and him being borderline jaundiced.We finally got to take him home 3 days later on the Saturday. We’ve had some rough nights and some adjusting to do but that’s insignificant to the joy that he’s brought into our lives. Even 3 weeks later I fall in love with my son every single time I see him, I hold him, change him or feed him. A chapter of my life has closed, but a new, brighter one has opened up, and so I’m loving every minute of it.