I remember reading once that transplant doctors refer to assholes like that as “donors”.
Sorry - I am coming to the saga late. Is it body wide pain, or localized? If you have a summary posted, please send me a link and I’ll read up. Don’t know if I can help, but I have been compiling some data that may be directional at least.
I may be your opposite in some regards. I have handy MRIs with white spots. I have something that may be daily migraines, but may not be, and I’m kicking over bushes myself trying to find someone who can help me solve for it. Pain, and tingles, and numbness, etc. Coming up on 5 years now.
My two year old kid figured out how to climb out of his crib. Goddammit.
My mother’s two week trip, with her partner, staying at a hotel…has morphed into her living in my spare room indefinitely, by herself, waiting for the new baby.
The last time she did this, it was a month and she stopped speaking to us two days after the baby came because I asked her to take a step to the right so I could get a nappy on the kid. Because she just had to hover. Because I was doing it wrong.
This has all happened because I cannot magically make it so you can stay on the plane while it stops, lets people off, boards people and takes off again. And because I cannot create a self-catering apartment/hotel for her to stay in that is on our block.
Wait, Mick, so your mom stopped speaking to you before, when you basically did nothing but ask her to move over? So you don’t want her to be there now, right? So hey, ask her to move over. Like, all the time. See there? Magic!
This is mini so far but, considering the actors involved, I hope hope hope hope it won’t end up maxi.
OK, so I’m self-employed. And for ten months last year, I wasn’t. So I got off the self-employed regime in January, back on it in October, and that includes the request to be listed as an international operator. In January I was able to do my taxes (quarterly wirthdrawal, quarterly VAT and yearly report of international operations) correctly; I checked if I was listed as an international operator and wasn’t, so I went over to the Treasury Office and asked them pretty please can you list me kthxbye.
Today I’ve done my quarterly withdrawal, trying to do my VAT tells me it’s “not required for that Tax ID” (uh guys, if you want me to keep these few thou for you a bit longer I’ll be happy to but please confirm) and I’m still not listed as an international operator. Which means, if I get a contract from a foreign company I’m not supposed to have permission to invoice them, which kind of makes the whole point of working for them sort of moot.
It might just be Yet Another Bright Idea on the part of our current regional government (like, say, maybe they’ve decided we’re all supposed to do our VAT every six months and haven’t changed the forms to reflect it; wouldn’t be the first time something similar happens), but I’m hyperventilating thinking of the recharges us self employed got hit with the last time someone had a Bright Idea and someone else had a second one that went against the first…
My three year old figured out how to lock his door. If only he could figure out how to NOT SHIT HIS PANTS!
I told my wife that when he grew hair on his balls I would no longer wipe his ass.
Ha. I wish. She’ll probably decide to finally follow through with her threats to kill herself this time with my luck.
When my kid did this, I took the springs out from under the mattress and put it directly on the floor inside the frame. I could reach kiddo, but he could could not get out, for a little bit longer anyway.
My MiL came for a few weeks and stayed for 5 years for my first child. I’m going to recommend bluntness (which I obviously failed at). “You are welcome to stay at this hotel…” “You are welcome to visit from the hours of x-y…” or “Please come back after the baby is born…” If you must spin it, “the doctor says that any extra stress if very bad for the pregnancy.” Does she have any other family she could visit for a while and get out of your hair?
My rant, my autistic kid has hit puberty and the med program has stopped working. He has noticed that he is not the same kid and wants not to be so angry. We’re working on it, but it is hard. School is starting to be a pain about things, despite his being in a special ed program, because he was doing so well, so he should be able to maintain that standard now, and he just can’t. This just sucks.
You got me beat. She’s coming from the US to the UK (and hates traveling, hates planes, hates the food, the water, the hotels, our house…). No other family here, unfortunately, but she might be useful if she is here to watch first child while second happens.
So long as she doesn’t watch the nurse to get the door code, sneak into the labour room and tell me that I and the baby will die if they don’t cut me open right now. Again.
She ignores any answer she doesn’t like. I give her a list of hotels, advise her on the best…she calls my MIL to whine and ask her opinion. She tells me ‘just book my flights and the hotel and I’ll pay for it when i get to the airport’…
I’ve got no advice on yours, other than to say that it seems like a real positive that your kid knows he doesn’t want to be angry. And I hope it all works out for him!
My MiL came up from Mexico. I feel your foreign traveller pain! I did manage to keep her out of the delivery room. That might have ended badly. 
Good luck.
When my sister was a baby, she would climb out of the crib, grab her doll by the hair, and pull it through the bars of the crib. That doll had a Mohawk before Mohawks were cool 
My husband is watching Swamp People on Tv. THIS is why televisions should be banned in the bedroom 
For the record, I love my in-laws, and my own parents are dead. Win-win.
Dear persons in choir:
It would have been nice if some of you would have helped us move the bell tables back to their room.
Barring that, would it have killed you not to keep standing in our way as we moved the tables?
The tables in question aren’t super heavy, but are a little awkward to move. Plus the path we were taking on them was a little windy, passing near a small set of stairs and through two doors (and near two more). We had four tables to move, and only two people doing the work, which meant we made four trips. And all was well, except that I was irked by people who got more into our way rather than less as we kept walking through their conversations.
Day five of not being able to go anywhere due to leg infection pain. Day five, also, of being on meds that heighten my aggression, anger, and anxiety. Being alone in my apartment is just wooooooonderful. The pain in my leg can fuck right off. The fact that I’m hating myself and snapping at my friends online now can fuck right off, too. I hate this.
Looking at your user name, I can’t help but think what a nice peg would do for you instead of the leg. 
Heh. Amusingly, last year I had this same problem, only -much- worse. Had to spend time in the ICU, then a month in the hospital and rehab to learn to walk again. When I first came in, almost insensate to the world from the pain, I do remember the term ‘amputate’ being bandied around. It wasn’t half as funny as I expected that thought to be.
(No worries about talking about it now, though. It was just mega-frightening at the time).
They seem like the same people I encountered while using a motorized cart in the supermarket. Not just the ones who blocked the aisle, but the ones who deliberately stepped right in front of me, counting on my lightning reflexes to avoid hitting them.
I’m sorry that you are getting old----don’t take that as a jibe. I turned 50 and have to go through a battery of stupid tests. But YOU somehow manage to do it with aplumb! Viva life!