I have a cold. It’s not really a big deal, it’s just a cold, but…why do colds make us feel so bad? I’m a tough woman. I went through malaria. Mono. I once burned my entire right arm with hot oil and had to go to the ER to get the blisters lanced.
I should be able to shake off a cold easily. But apparently your body gets all “cold virus…too weak…” and just falls apart.
I am expelling more snot than possible. My nose is raw and my ribs are sore from coughing. I have to sleep sitting up.
Drop dead, anti-vaxers! My husband was coughing up a lung last night. His coughing was so bad he kept both of us up last half of the night. He went to the doctor this morning over it. The doctor thinks he may have pertussis. You can all officially go fuck yourselves.
Bactrim is a vile antibiotic. I finished a weeks worth of that crap 10 days ago. My GI tract still has not recovered. I think I need to get some sort of “probiotic” crap.
And before anyone suggests eating yogurt let me just say that I would rather take more Bactrim than eat the vile goop!
My husband and I call her “Laughing Woman” and she is everywhere! Whenever we’re sitting in a restaurant and hear that oh-so-familiar fucking shriek…we just roll our eyes and say, “There she is.”
Have you seen the new commercial for Tena bladder control pads? It actually says something like, “Be the lady with the crazy laugh.” I always say, “No, DON’T. People hate you.” (Because I talk to the TV like that).
I am coming down with another cold/flu. I am sneezing, sniffling, coughing and I am currently wrapped in four layers trying to get warm. I am a pariah to my co-workers (yes, I know I should have stayed home but a) one sneeze does not a cold make and that was all there was this morning and b) management does not look kindly on sick leave just before a long, long weekend). I want to be at home with three heating pads, my cats, a cup of tea and a really warm blanket. And it is snowing/freezing rain. Again.
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Just to add to the stress, April 1 marked the beginning of a new fiscal year, our funding has been cut again, and my co-workers who have not yet been advised if their contract is renewed are walking on eggs. All you can hear around the office are sotto voce whispers of “Did you get you get your contract? So-and-so isn’t being renewed”. And Other-so-and-so, who is a complete idiot, has his head so far up management’s ass that he’s talking though the CEO’s mouth, is strutting around the office making sure everyone knows that he got his contract renewed. For the record, mine was renewed for another year, but I am not going to hold my breath. A couple of years ago, I was renewed for a year, assured of my continued presence as an employee, and then laid off a week later. Then re-hired a week after that, losing all my seniority in the process. :smack:
Idle Thoughts’ PM-based April Fools’ joke is technically trolling. The very definition of trolling is to disseminate false information formulated to provoke responses, which it seemed fairly effective at. (So, a “good” troll.)
(A) Trolling is against the local rules, although (as not a rules laywer) I’m unclear of the extent to which that rule is applicable to PMs. HOWEVER:
(B) The essence of April Fools’ is trolling. So permitting an April Fools’ joke in the context of the SDMB is sanctioned trolling, with significant cultural and historical support. In other words, if there’s ever a day in which trolling is to be expected and not generally punished, this would be it.
(C) Complicating it is the fact that Idle Thoughts is a moderator. If I had become sufficiently indignant to report what is clearly trolling to a moderator, who do I complain to? You have to wonder if such a report wouldn’t run into a solid blue wall.
So I pit thee, April Fool’s Day, for providing cultural and societal sanction to trolling in general, and on the SDMB in specific.
I don’t think I can do much about the addressing on the other end, these are government entities and insurance companies.
On the other hand, I can put up a sign saying “Please deliver all mail addressed to ‘Roderick Femm Trustee of Horace Femm Living Trust’.” Can’t hurt, anyway. Thanks.
Roommate is leaving on a weekend-long trip today, and he asked me to take care of his two cats while he’s gone. One cat has been having sporadic medical issues (and is older than dirt).
I’m terrified something is going to happen to the cat while he’s gone - either a serious problem or I’ll find the cat, passed away somewhere.
I’m not sure if I’ve been blissfully oblivious up to this point or if it’s a new feature, but lately, every time I watch a Youtube video, it gets to the end and then begins autoplaying some tangentially related video without my having indicated any desire whatsoever to watch self-same video. In fact, I’ve usually gone back to whatever I was doing previously, which means that I’m trying to get something done and “where’s that music coming from?”. I get it – Youtube gets paid for advertisements and they can probably pad their bottom line by autoplaying videos. But it’s goddamned annoying and just another example of how Youtube took a great idea and turned it into the motherfarking stripmall of the internet. Between pop-ups and autoplay and unskippable ads that are longer than the videos, the user experience is like driving down a scenic highway completely covered in billboards and trash.
Yes, sounds like some probiotics would be helpful. Get some broad spectrum pills that contain many strains, and then grab a six-pack of those tiny little bottle you find in the yogurt/dairy section.
Laughter that can be heard by nearby friends is a social cue that says “I’m having fun.” Bellowing laughter that can be heard in the next village is a social cue that says “I’m an inconsiderate attention whore.”
