I love my children. I do. But goddamnit! Why do they have to be so curious about injuries? I can’t get my daughter to leave my fucking biopsy site alone. Why is this so interesting? The chunk they took out is only the size of a pencil eraser. The four-inch long bruise on my left arm is far more interesting (ran into a doorjamb putting her back to bed in the middle of the night at some point this week).
Sadly, if they have to take it out (it being a large potential melanoma), I’ll lose most of the skin on my ankle. It doesn’t help that if I have to have it removed, there’s a very good chance I’ll feel a lot of it, if the biopsy was anything to go by. I had a local, but it didn’t work well at all.
I know it’s probably not terribly serious, but the thought of having to deal with more medical issues after a spate of surprise surgery this past year and a half is making me tense. Having sweaty little fingers constantly trying to pry off my bandage or poke at the site is driving me crazy. It’s very hard not to start yelling, especially when I’m being hunted down by everyone in this house so they can either ask me questions, talk at me or poke at my ankle. Grrrr.
My freaking pinched nerve! How I hate you. I have given you all the anti-inflammatories, all the muscle relaxers, all the steroids I could. You laugh at the Percocet, despite it being what everyone tells me is “good stuff.” And you are not getting any better. I swear you’re getting worse just to spite me.
I have given up the half marathon I was planning to run, I am cancelling the freaking Warrior DashI signed up for last year. What the hell more do I have to do?
Tell them you want Versed. You might feel some pressure, but you won’t feel pain, and what’s more, you won’t give a shit about anything. Until it wears off, of course. Or Demerol.
Seriously, tell them that you felt a lot of pain during the biopsy, and that if you have to get something removed, that you want something that will take away the pain and anxiety. Because there are drugs that will do that for you. Granted, you won’t be good for anything other than getting cut on for a few hours, and you’ll have some post-op pain, but you’ll escape the worst of the actual pain during the surgery.
She is pronouncing the word correctly, though. Gummi Bears originated in Germany, and the word “gummi,” which means “rubber,” is correctly pronounced “goomie.”
My discover card number has been compromised. I’m not worried about illegal charges, I’m pissed that my number has to be changed. I’ve had that number going on 20 years now, it’s like a comfortable old chair. Nuts.
I’m trying to pay a bill online, but I can’t. I go through the whole process, click “submit payment” and there the website sits. I can’t tell if it’s gone through or not. I tried this last month and apparently it didn’t go through. And this bill is already late. :mad: I really don’t want to have to call a 1-800 number and argue with Peggyabout the amount due, but it looks like I’m going to have to.
I am the computer killer. Friday morning my work laptop died and this morning the boot drive on my home PC bit the dust. I’m almost afraid to touch another one.
You can use this power for good, you know. Just look up telemarketers and pay their office a visit. Better yet, if you can find a phisher’s address, I’m sure that the good people of the SDMB would take up a collection to fund your travel and incidental expenses. And if you can find where Rachel of Card Services works…I’m sure there’s some sort of reward for taking down her computer.
It’s a loan word. We are speaking English not German. Not Deutsch. You don’t say Munchen instead of Munich, do you?
My rant: Tapatalk is the primary way I access the SDMB. I needed my SDMB fix, but it crashed on me about four times this morning. It’s finally working. For now.