SonofaBITCH! I just had a big dental bill (one tooth pulled and a root canal done under sedation, so it was about half covered by our insurance), and now the tooth below the one that was removed is hurting badly whenever I eat anything hot. Not only do I not want to have another root canal done, but I’ve used up most of the dental coverage for this year, including a $500 discretionary fund. I went and got my bite adjusted this week, hoping that it was just a bit of a misalignment from the recent work, but it hasn’t helped.
I’m going to leave it for a little while longer, and hope that it just needs some time to settle down after all the trauma to the area, but I’m losing hope. Can I take ibuprofen every day for the next eight months (until my dental coverage resets)?
More insurance griping: dammit, United, quit dicking around and just pay the mf bill! I’ve filled out your coordination of benefits form 3 times and mailed it back, called you once, and Mr. M has called twice to confirm that there is no other insurance to coordinate. You’re it. So wth is the hospital billing department calling me today to tell me that you guys won’t pay because you don’t have our COB form?! Asshats!
And, while I’m nice and stressed (new baby, no sleep, not enough income) I think I’m going to be forced to ask for help at the food pantry this month. I’ve never done that before. Generally, I’m donating, not asking for help, but medical expenses plus being unemployed have us at the end of our financial rope… If we can just get through the next few weeks, we’ll be okay, but the cupboard and the checking account are nearly bare right now. I hate asking for help, but I don’t know what else to do.
And Dorothy? Not nagging, just joining the chorus of advice: please seek treatment. You almost certainly have a legitimate medical concern, which can get better with help. Good luck, and listen to the wise folks who have posted earlier.
I am upstairs hiding from a migraine prodrome in the half-dark and quiet but I can hear perfectly well that my husband is downstairs CHEATING ON ME. He is watching the Season 2 finale of Downton Abbeywithout me!!!eelebenty! Oooh! After he announced to all of Facebook that it is nothing but sentimental twaddle, even! Which it is, but still.
and ditto what they said, s.dot. Getting help for moderate to severe depression, which it sounds like you have, is honestly very hard to do, but it does help, and you deserve it.
I feel your pain. Boyfriend just had emergency dental surgery yesterday. He lost a filling Thursday night, had a sleepless night and couldn’t eat. He went to the dentist Friday morning and they wound up having to pull the tooth. He’s got soft enamel and has all sorts of issues with his teeth. I was making him tomato soup at midnight last night because that’s all he wanted to eat.
That’s how you know you love someone… making them soup at midnight.
My rant… I’m 30-something years old. You might even correctly say I’m in my late 30s. So why the hell did I wake up with a huge zit on my nose this morning?? I should’ve grown out of these skin issues 20 years ago. I still have the oily skin of a teenager and my makeup is melted halfway through the day. Summer is especially fun, I usually look like an oil slick. I shouldn’t have wrinkles and zits!
Could someone explain to me how a tiny slip of a person could walk down an office floor with each step making an echoing thud and shaking the cubicle walls and making the floor move with their steps’ impact while I, who am no lightweight, can move nearly silently?
And, of course, my cubicle is right next to the aisle that leads through the entire floor, so I get the benefit of the stompy mcstompersons All. Day. Long.
It’s the weirdest damn thing. Some people sound like a stampeding herd when they walk by, others you barely notice. What are they doing differently?
I think they’re driving their heel into the ground instead of landing lightly on the heel and rolling the foot as they walk. They could also be walking flat-footed, hitting the ground with the whole foot. I was fooling around in the living room, trying to make as much noise as possible walking, and I scared the crap out of my cat!
I hate to break this to you but I’m 65 and I still get zits. I don’t have oily skin so often I get whiteheads, but sometimes full-on zits. Usually on the end of my nose for maximum visibility. Yeah, zits in the wrinkles is a great look.
I have an ingrown eyelash. :mad: It hasn’t started poking back toward my eye yet, so I have a little time before I have to deal with it, but I really don’t want an eye doctor bill right now.
Good point. A friend of mine once said that e.e. cummings had obviously never had a cat, or he would never have written that the “fog comes in on little cat feet.”
I’ll be 48 soon. I get pimples (or something) on my chin and upper cheekbones frequently. Plus all the ones on my back, which I’ve never outgrown, and the occasional one in my EARS. It’s damned annoying. (Plus I can never keep my fingers away from them.)
How in the world does an eyelash ingrow? And how did you discover it?
Today, my last foster cat got adopted. It was a bittersweet moment because while I was happy that kitty got a good home, I was sad because my rescue group is officially gone now.
At adoptions, I fell in love with a BIG mutt named Moose. Gentle, playful, willing to learn tricks for food, housetrained and when we showed him the cats, he was so disinterested that it made us all laugh. Happily, saner minds prevailed, so Moose didn’t come home with me.
It’s gotta be good that my biggest complaint about my new job is that I can’t keep sides of the building straight when it comes to getting off the elevator. I worked in this building for 5 years 20 years ago. It has 2 banks of elevators on opposite sides. I work in the same corner of the building but a few floors lower than last time. The elevators servicing this floor are the bank of elevators on the opposite side of the building from where I work, where they were the ones right next to my work area last time. Strange how, 20 years later, that shit throws me off.
Chimera, you know how people say that once you learn how to ride a bicycle, that you never forget. That’s wrong in my case. I’ve been riding motorcycles long enough that on those few times that people manage to get me on a bicycle that I have brake problems and wipe out. (the back brake is on the handlebar, not on the right foot control, so I start using my right foot to slow my back wheel down while grabbing the front brake. It never works out well.)
It doesn’t surpise me at all that your body memories don’t work when things are changed.
I’m doing awesome, feeling great. Completely eliminated all sugar (soda and candy) from my diet and within less than a month, my blood sugar levels were down to high normal range (with meds). Now I’m slowly allowing myself the occasional splurge within reason and still maintaining pretty good numbers, such as testing at 126 two hours after lunch today despite having a piece of Dove dark chocolate with that lunch.
Job is awesome. I really like it and I’m surrounded by people my own age rather than 20-somethings. I like the bus ride (didn’t think I would) and the money is good too after 10 years of bad times and low wages.
Hell, for that matter, I don’t recall if I said here that for my last month on the last job I was involved in a coaching contest with two other people with $500 on the line for whoever had the most improvement with their group of 10 people. I was way ahead when I left one week before the end of the fiscal month. Had some doubts about whether or not they would pay me because I left the company. They did, and I got the money yesterday.
So all in all, life is good. The only problem is that, after all those bad years, I’m plagued by back of the mind doubts about things being good going forward. Just a lot of change all at once, a lot of improvement all at once, and it’s all too new to be real, so to speak.
Kill me now please…
Mom’s computer hard drive made the evil scrape of death, so I had to replace it with something from the bone pile. One used 160Gb drive later, and I was dropping the 40Gb in the trash.
Then XPpro had a hissy fit reloading.
Win7 went on fine, figured out what NIC drivers to use and authenticated to the mother$hip fine.
And promptly demanded 112 updates.
I know what will be running all night, and I haven’t even loaded office yet.
Looks for mods…can someone move Chimera from the ranting threads…it looks like he needs to be in the rainbow and unicorn ones now.
I’m really happy for you, Chimera. I’ve been reading the “ask the amputee” thread and worrying about you.
As far as worrying that its too good to be true…it might be. Enjoy it now and make other plans just in case things tank.
You deserve good things and good times. Buy the best chocolate you can afford, because a small bite of the good stuff is much better than a whole bar of the cheap stuff.
My students are driving me nuts. Is it REALLY that hard to follow submission instructions? Look, all we ask is that you send either a .zip, .tgz, .tar, or .tar.gz with the filename p#-lastname-lastname (where lastname is repeated for each group number, # is the project number), or h#-lastname for written homeworks. That’s all. Why the hell are you sending me the files and not an archive? Even worse, why are you sending me files with NO IDENTIFYING INFORMATION? Seriously guys? Not even a comment at the top with your names? Oh, and one of you fuckers keeps sending me rar files despite the big, bold, red letters on the submission instructions page saying “NO RAR FILES.” Why would you even bother using .rar compression for documents that probably total in size less than a megabyte?
It’s not really a big deal (hence it only being a mini-rant), but you guys are in a 400-level course, you’re nearing the end of your undergrad careers, how can you not know how to follow basic submission instructions? One student even asked how to zip or tarball a file, this is computer science. I’m willing to accept that for some bizarre reason you never had to zip something, but you should know how to use “the google” by now for such a simple task. I’m sure enough technophobes are out there that there’s an article or twenty that will walk you through how to zip something on any operating system imaginable.
I suggest dedicating one full class session to this amazing tool called a SEARCH ENGINE and how it can make their lives easier.
One of the first things I hit my coaching group with last month, and perhaps the only thing I addressed in a relatively aggresive and potentially negative manner was the idea that if they didn’t have a browser session open to Google at all times, they were not doing their jobs properly. That unless you immediately knew the answer, there was just plain no excuse not to be googling an issue AS the customer was telling you what it was. Every single coaching session after that, I checked to see that they had one open on their machine and if they didn’t, I went back over it again.
Hell, my first week on the new job, which doesn’t require such things, I still used a google search to figure out Quick Parts in Outlook, because we use a lot of common templates and it seemed incredibly inefficient to have to go open those up and copy/paste all day. (On a Mac, I’d have done it with Text Substitution)
