Deal with pimples. I’m 40, for godsakes.
On this note, deal with sexism.
It is simply unfair to have both wrinkles and pimples.
I can’t believe I’m having to fight for women’s rights to contraception and abortion. Wasn’t that fight won before I was born?
It sure would have been fun to lend it to them, go back inside and sit down while waiting for them to knock and return the keys a few minutes later.
Move from this house. Seriously, I’m gonna die here.
Imitrex saved my life.
Yeah. It was old enough also not to have a neutral safety switch. You could start it up in gear. It really wasn’t safe to lend it to someone who wasn’t used to driving it.
Besides. It wouldn’t be “Thanks, I’ll go rent something.” It was always “So can you drive it while I move?” and then there were invariably requests just to help with one thing, and pretty soon I worked for Mayflower.
I did once help a guy I knew move out of his abusive boyfriend’s apartment in the middle of the night. I was happy to do that.
The “moving” thing strikes home.
We are at A. We would rather be at B. Getting from A to B is a nightmare.
To throw a new log on the fire: I’m too old to have a garage sale. It’s not worth it. It either goes to Goodwill or the trash.
Yeah, mine too. I should be more grateful. It sure beats the bad old days of Darvon and dark rooms. (I do seem to spend a lot of time waiting for the stuff to kick in, though.)
Thing is, I remember being younger and doing DIY stuff myself and for others. I had the tools, I did it all the time, I was pretty proficient and knew what I was doing. Fast forward 30 years, and goddamnit I’m so rusty it’s painful. I can visualize it but I don’t have the tools and it’s painful. Screw it. Buy the Weber assembled at Home Depot and don’t DIY it from Amazon. Home Depot has someone making $15 (I hope) and hour, and assembles 7 an hour with their eyes closed versus me fighting that sucker for 2 or 3 hours. Last time we moved, I had the movers assemble the Costco dining room set - and that might have been the best money ever spent.
Life’s too short, and especially if you can afford it, then give someone else the opportunity to make a few bucks. Especially if you do the calculation of how much you make per hour versus getting someone else to do it, and the savings in angst and spousal sighs, and the math starts looking pretty attractive.
Sing it sister! at 49.5 the damn PMS is getting worse and I bleed like a stuck hemophiliac cow. I find the PMS-caused acne to be equally charming.
. . . to drive grown-up people to and fro the airport.
Take the train, the bus, a taxi, or a mule – I am out of the schlepping business.
So why are you buying that IKEA crap?
I started getting migraines when I was about 11 years old. My mother didn’t believe that my headaches were really bad in any kind of unusual way, and I didn’t know the word “migraine.” All she knew was about every other month there’d be an evening when I’d hole up in my room in the dark and skip dinner. I was no trouble for her.
When I was 14 my aunt was shocked that I’d been getting debilitating headaches for years, and no one had done anything. She took me to the doctor, where I got my first darvocet and compazine (or something for nausea), and my aunt would sit with my head in her lap, in a dark, quiet room, holding an ice pack until the medicine put me to sleep.
Of course, when Imitrex was invented, angels sang.
Is Imitrex the same as rizatriptan (sp)? The riza knocks my “icepick through the eyesocket migraines” right out, but insurance will only allow for a 9-day supply every 60 days.
It’s a “triptan,” but it’s sumatriptan. It’s a little older, I think. My insurance gives me 9 every 30 days. However, they will give me 9 50mg, and also 9 100mg. 50 mg works, and 100 makes me a little dizzy. Normally, 9 is plenty, but if I ever run out, my doctor is willing to call in a scrip for 100mg for me.
There was something on the market for a while called Midrin. It helped a lot, although it made me drowsy, so I was “done” for the day if I took it (the only good thing about my migraines was that they happened in the afternoon or evening almost all the time, so I could take medicine and go to sleep).
I stopped getting the horrible, wish I were dead, head full of little marbles made of pain, headaches when I was in my 20s, but about five years later, I started getting “atypical” migraines, which aren’t as painful, but they cause weird visual disturbances, and balance problems. I had to have an MRI to make sure that was “all” they were. The big clue, is, though, that there’s a headache that doesn’t go away unless I take Imitrex. Narcotics make it worse. Tylenol and NSAIDS do nothing. It will go on for days, but I take Imitrex, and it’s gone in 30 minutes.
Maybe I’ll check out Imitrex to see if I can get a reasonable supply. Thanks for the info!
At this point in my life, I really shouldn’t have to:
Help people move. Seriously. I’m 60 and wish my kids would acquire friends that aren’t inside their phones.
Also; Mow my lawn. My wife keeps us on a strict budget and I had to choose between a boat slip or a lawn service. At my age I should have both.