Maybe sign up for a kickboxing class or something? Take your aggression out on a big, heavy (unfeeling/uncaring) bag o’sand.
Worked for one friend of mine. Me? I’m far too lazy for that shit, but wanted to at least pass along the suggestion.
The kid asked “Why do you and mom walk around like you’re in pain all the time?”
“Well, y’know how, when you wipe out hard skateboarding, and you’re limping for half an hour? For me and mom, it’s like three weeks.”
“Damn…”
You should still be scheduling regular follow-up visits with your surgeon. Give the surgeon a holler and see about doing your next one early.
Oh I had a few follow up visits of course. But everything was right as rain. No one suggested any more follow up visits. There was zero need. Remember, this was three years ago.
Or go pick up some of Mundane_Super_Hero’s free wood.
Really? I had hips replaced in 2015 and 2021. Last month I had my six month checkup, and my guy went ahead and did my five-year a month early, just to save me a trip.
How the hell is a 150 lb round out of a tree trunk “firewood”?! To me, firewood is something you can put in a fireplace, not something bigger than a fireplace.
Sure, in theory you can chop it up into smaller chunks to burn, but it still seems like false advertising to me.
To be fair, I do have “The Makings”. I have many wood wedges, two sledges, a freshly sharpened old school axe, and a “Chopper One” wood splitting maul. They work wonders especially if you stick the tree rounds inside an old tire (so they don’t fly out to one side).
Also, I have a Sun Joe 2-way mechanical log splitter which is a lot more useful than it sounds.
Look… sometimes I get really pissed off by politics and the NAZIs who seem to constantly gnaw at the roots of Democracy like mindless termites. Sometimes, I just really need to let off steam. Chopping the ever living hell out of firewood is sometimes just a good way to vent… and if I get really tired afterwards… having a few cold cans of cheap beer along with a cigar can be very therapeutic.
I’ll never be sure, but I think even George Washington would approve.
( Hell, sometimes I’ll even watch movies on my phone. Shhh! )
PS- Thanks for not asking if I could “pick up the Spare”.
This month doesn’t seem to be going much better than last month.
My daughter keeps complaining of a tummy ache. She’s been sent home from school twice, right after lunch. I don’t know what to do with her. She hasn’t acted sick otherwise and doesn’t have any other concrete symptoms. Is she actually sick? Has she just figured out how to get out of school? Is she feeling sympathy pains from her sick baby brother? What is happening? On top of that, her school is requiring she get a covid test before she returns because she also complained for a second of a runny nose and a sore throat.
My son is still wheezing. Sometimes it is loud, sometimes it is not so loud but it is almost always there. We’ve been to the doctor and the hospital multiple times and all people can tell me is to try suctioning him more, try steam baths, try warm air, try cold air, do breathing treatments with saline, breathing treatments with albuterol. Nothing seems to help for very long but there doesn’t seem to be anything more the doctors can do. I suppose I just need to watch my baby be sick until he gets better.
Parenting fuckin sucks, y’all.
My next door neighbor is three hundred years old and deaf as a fucking stump. Every night, this decrepit, wizened half-cadaver listens to PBS or some shit on his radio and I get to hear every fucking word of it.
I’ve talked to him about it. Repeatedly. And every time I do he mumbles some apology and, for a couple of weeks all is right with the world. Then he either forgets or stops giving a shit and we’re back to square one. This has been going on - wait for it - for eight years!
I’m not saying I want him to die (although, by rights, he should’ve died during the Clinton administration), but by Christ I’ll be happy when he’s gone. I don’t even drink, but I’ll buy a bottle of the most expensive champagne I can afford just so I can pop the cork when the undertakers show up. I hate him. I don’t hate anybody, but I fucking hate him.
I once read in a parenting column about a little boy consistently getting tummy aches at school, and the doctor not being able to figure out why. Eventually, it was revealed that he didn’t poop at school. I don’t recall exactly why he wouldn’t, but once his parents and teacher persuaded him to use the toilet, the issue went away.
Damn, ain’t that the truth?
That sounds insane but my youngest daughter had that problem briefly. I don’t think it’s that rare. Kids get really strong anxiety about those things, especially if they’re really young and haven’t been potty-trained for long.
HOA has seen fit to put up the damn Christmas decorations. 
The sign at the entrance to the neighborhood is now encrusted with lights and fake greenery (including two wreaths), and someone thought it would be a great idea to put giant lights along the eaves of the clubhouse. It’s too damn early for this shit…it’s still pumpkin spice season (and I don’t even like pumpkin spice).
Aldi was out of the brand of water flavoring I usually get so I bought another brand. I tried some today. It tasted horrible, all chemically and astringent. So I looked at the ingredients. It was sweetened with fuckin’ stevia, aka Satan’s Sweetener. Took hours for the nasty taste to go away, even after drinking a cup of strong coffee and brushing my teeth.
I went to PT after for months. All was and has been good. I think that MAYBE it could be the very steep stairs to my at home office. I sort of have to go up and down sideways. I usually wear shoes all day and can make a regular stair climb. But don’t always put on shoes after taking a shower and ‘going’ to work up those stairs into my office without shoes on, makes me go a little sideways.
I think climbing and going down sideways aggravated something. I go up and down the stairs 15 or so times a day.
I was in shoes all day and hip is about 50% better. A little ache, but no limp.
Tomorrow morning will tell me something I think. I think it is the stairs to my office at home causing this.
I’m general a person that always wears shoes at home, now even working from home I’m going back to that.
Stevia is a wonderful sweetener. It is all-natural, derived from the stevia rebaudiana plant, which I believe only grows in soil where unidentified murder victims are buried in shallow graves.
According to Wolfpup’s Official Rules of Etiquette and Dumbfuckery, Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving (American Thanksgiving, not the obnoxiously early Canadian one) are in bad taste but may be tolerated once it’s past Halloween. Anyone who engages in such things prior to Halloween should be shot. Christmas music is forbidden any earlier than December. The neighbour who (two years ago, but mercifully not last year) put up not only strobing Christmas lights but also blaring Christmas music should be shot (and his house burned down) regardless of when he does it.
These would all be laws in the hypothetical totalitarian state of Wolfpupistan. I am merciful but also just.
I’d probably move there. Sounds like an okay place to live.
ETA: wait, what’s your position on leaf blowers?
Deer culls using professional hunters have helped manage out-of-control deer populations in suburban areas without lethal consequences for residents. For instance, Philadelphia’s program reportedly hasn’t encountered safety issues.
If I lived in an area with a deer population explosion, I’d sooner have professionals shooting excess deer than risk fatal head-on collisions, losing my garden and shrubs to hungry deer and still having so many of them running around that they slowly die of malnutrition and disease.
Targeting deer with long-term contraceptives has some utility but also cost and effectiveness issues.
The Bambi syndrome and misplaced guilt about humans supposedly displacing deer from their natural habitat seriously inhibit effective management. We haven’t taken over deer habitat - for the most part, we’ve created it by wiping out predators and creating suburbia with lovely things (at least initially) to eat.