That made me laugh. Well played.
I think I need to complain to my insurance company. In a few months all my migraine medication will be free as I am enrolled in a study and as long as I allow a nurse to call me once a month and ask me the same repetitive questions (are you taking your medications? are you keeping track of your migraines?) they will reimburse me in full. Still, this is unreasonable and indecent.
Everything. Just . . . everything.
The doc might not have them. I was checking the shelves of one of our ophthalmology clinics this week and we didn’t have any freaking “artificial tear drops” samples to give out. Pharma reps have been stingy.
You’re 22. You’re a native English speaker. Must you write like it’s your second (or third) language? Your mother linked me your blog, but I can’t read it because it’s honestly painful. I have family that is fluent in three languages, and you apparently can’t manage one.
I would like to rant about how I have just felt completely shitty overall for the past six months. I had my gallbladder out in December, which did help a LOT (as my boss told me, I no longer appeared gray on a daily basis), but I am losing my hair due to acne on my scalp, I am having pelvic pain constantly and it radiates into my right leg, I am ALWAYS tired (and I take a stimulant medication that should NOT make me tired like this), and I just have random annoying symptoms that will not go away. At this point, I’m pretty sure it’s hormonal, and possibly an ovarian cyst, and have an appt to get it checked out with a new midwife in 2 weeks (earliest appt I could get), but until then, I am feeling USELESS. I feel like a shitty wife and a shitty mother because I am ALWAYS tired. I work as hard as I can during the week at work, and as soon as the week is over, I’m useless on the weekends. I feel bad because my husband is doing way more than his share, but I am physically doing as much as I can handle.
I just want to fucking figure out what’s going on, and get fixed. I am tired of losing my hair. I am tired of being in pain all the time. And I am tired of being tired. I want to play with my kid and go to the park with him instead of forcing myself just to get the energy to take him next door to play on the neighbors’ swing set.
I agree it is irrational. This practice makes much more sense to me than every menu price ending in .95 or .89 or some shit. Don’t print $18.95 for the salmon; just call it $19 and move on.
So the sale of the house I wanted (as buyer) fell through. Guess they decided they didn’t want my money after all. I’m in an apartment surrounded by boxes, I’m supposed to be out at the end of the month, and I have no prospects for housing.
I realize that this is not a major problem compared to what some other people are dealing with, but I’m finding that perspective cold comfort at the moment.
On the other hand, without Jenny what would we do for vapid, slack-jawed, potty-mouthed third-tier celebrity preening and ignorance?
Jenny’s been eclipsed though, now that we’ve found out that vinyl flooring causes autism. It’s time for Big Flooring to come clean and start “greening” their product, or Jenny will go on Larry King again and whack them silly.
Just an idea but have a scanner, or a digicam?
Ahh, the fucked up sister-in-law strikes again. Calls to speak with her brother, he’s not here. Did he go to Western Union? Uh, not that I am aware of, any particular reason? Well, he owes her money…oh? How much money?
Everyone knows that you do not loan my husband money without asking me. Sorry, he was a drug addict and has been clean for 3 years, but the rule still stands. The rule is one he agreed on since getting unaccounted for money is a danger zone.
I freak out. My husband comes home and I’m damned near hysterical. Where was she calling from? A half-way house. We are not wiring money to someone in rehab of any type without an ok from someone besides the person IN it.
So I call my MIL. She says she is in the half-way house to get away from her ex-husband, more recently ex-boyfriend and evidently now just a friend, but hey, they went to the movies together today.
I should be thrilled she isn’t selling her used panties online again…that I know of.
But hey, thanks for making it sound like my husband was up to no good just because your life is shit.
It’s over. Get over it.
Take down your McCain/Palin sign.
Wendy’s I love your salads, I really do. But do you really need to fertilize the lettuce with Colon Blow?
Goddamn ESPN.
The Braves took a 2-0 lead in the top half of the first inning last night, and babbling moron Jon Miller comes back from the commercial break apologizing for how the world-champ Phillies seem to be off to a slow start. I’m not even a Phillies fan, and I screamed, “How can they be off to a slow start, you fucking moron? They haven’t even sent a man to the plate yet!”
Maggie, stop walking across my keyboard, dammit! And stop sticking your ass in my face!!! Now there’s cat hair all over my monitor!
~38 degrees…in Florida…in Tampa…in April…WTF?
I must have missed a step.
A midwife to diagnose/treat an ovarian cyst? I always thought of midwifery as being a bit more specialized than that.
My translating work often brings me in contact with horrible realities. Here’s one: A T-shirt for $139.
A fucking t-shirt.
For $139.
On sale at half off for $69 fucking .50.
That’s it. Bring back sumptuary laws.
What really annoyed me was the smarmy “you should really use an up-to-date browser to gaze upon our site” popup upon visiting. Hey bitches, mine is, and even by your standards. Learn to verify or knock it off with the popups.
Ah, snow. You know, when I looked out the window this morning it took me several seconds to be surprised at the snow on the ground. You see, having stared at snow for the past 15 months (okay, it only feels like fifteen months), I think I’ve lost the will to care. Sure, why not unpack all my winter sweaters? It’s all good!