I’m exaggerating, for humorous effect, my aversion to physical activity that is not directly related to obtaining food, sex, or sleep.
That said, I do have a bad right hip, which causes a pronounced limp most of the time, prevents me from running, or bending down to reach my right foot. I’ve been told that a hip replacement would probably fix me right up, but until I can afford the $500 or more monthly hit that this would cause to my income, I’m electing to defer any such action until it breaks, and takes the decision out of my hands.
Clots, cramps, the shits, the o’erflowing bladder, the cramps, the crazed munchies, the cramps, the clots, the emotional rollercoaster, the cramps …
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I was supposed to go out with a friend tonight for his birthday. I got a text from him earlier today saying he went to Charlotte with his girlfriend, but they should get back later on in the evening. Fine, I say, and go back to arguing with my computer (which is another rant in itself). About fifteen minutes ago, I put on my makeup and do my hair and get ready to go. My phone is flashing. I got another text: they decided to go to Scarowinds tonight and had to cancel our previous plans. Can I come by tomorrow?
:mad:
I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I know it’s his birthday, but I haven’t been out in way too long and I wanted to go raise hell like we used to.
le sigh It’s probably better this way. I’ve been up since 5:30 a.m. and I’m starting to crash now. But still, a little more notice would be nice!
I’m so tired of media combining words to make cutesy celebrity names, couple names and “event” names. First there was J Lo, then Brangelina, Snowpocalypse and now the Fappening. Really? The Fappening? What the fuck? It’s memorable, but only because it sounds so stupid.
I also pit myself. I had a mini meltdown today. Again. It’s about one part hormones, one part annoyance with my husband. The kids tend to gravitate toward me, leaving my husband completely free to do any task or activity he wants or needs to, and he takes full advantage. Which means he spends a lot of time relaxing and I’m being constantly followed, talked to by up to three people at once, complained at, pulled in to be referee during sibling arguments or the cruise director while at the same time trying to do most of the cooking and cleaning and homework management, plus cub scout crap.
Dealing with it, then coming in and seeing my husband lounging on the bed in his underwear watching Netflix makes me lose my shit sometimes. Fortunately he took the kids out for a bike ride and dinner to give me time to relax. It annoys me that I don’t generally get alone time until I flip out. I let him know last night I was getting stressed and needed a little time and help, but he never followed through and I was too hell bent on getting things done I didn’t push the issue. I really should have.
Hurray for that and hurray that you got him back so fast.
To the idiot who was driving around shouting "goddamit come back you fuckhead!!!’ you probably should have just called him by his real name. Or maybe you could have just drove past him and opened the door and yelled “Hey doggie, wanna go for a ride?” That’s how I caught the dog for the idiot. That doesn’t usually work for cats, but almost always works for dogs. At least this owner was looking for his dog, and the dog had id tags.
Seriously folks, put tags on your pets. If someone like me finds them and wants to return them, we need ID. All of my inside only cats wear collars with flat tags that say “LOST CAT” “$$$REWARD$$$” CALL 123-456-7890" Ok, that’s not the number, but you get the idea. ID tags are cheap and so very important. The tag doesn’t need to say the pet’s name, all it needs to give is contact info and the possibility of money.
Hey, I don’t say how much money I’d give, just that I would pay something for the call.
I’ve trained many a dog to get excited and start looking for rides just by uttering the magic words: “Wanna go bye-bye in a car?” Best way to trick them into going the vet.
You left out “hot irons poking through your Adonis’ dimples”.
I got captured by a nice lost doggie last spring: she had a tag with her name and a phone number, I called the number, turned out it was pretty much across the street of where we found each other. Tags are a great thing!
Fabulous. 99.9% sure that Tony has shingles. Probably too late for antivirals by the time he can get to the doctor Monday. He was having pains in his mid/upper back early last week, but thought it was just twinges he hadn’t noticed until his lower back procedure relieved that pain the week before. I noticed the beginnings of the rash Friday, but Tony insisted that it couldn’t possibly be shingles - bug bites, or something…
The rash has spread - a line beginning just below his shoulder blade, almost dead center of his back, and extending under his arm, stopping at the sternum. Red with tiny blisters. It’s such a classic presentation that even a non-medico can recognize it. He’s still arguing that we must have bedbugs or something.
At least the kids have had their varicella vaccines, and I’ve already had chicken pox. I gotta call my dad, though, and wave him off - he’d planned to come spend next week helping me with some household projects, but he doesn’t know whether he’s ever had CP.
yep that sounds like shingles. My mom and my sister both had it (them?), my kids’ babysitter had it twice and it ruined the last five years of my grandmother’s life. When my GP stared offering the vaccine to over 50’s, I was first in line.
I was starting to wonder that myself. I can’t wait until next March when I can put this shit behind me for another four and a half years. C’mon spring! Mama needs a new Mirena!
I read online (WebMD?) that apparently, really heavy, really painful periods are a cause for medical concern. Really? I wish I could ask my doctor about that, but I doubt doctors are very happy when their patients start a conversation with them beginning with, “Hey, I read on the internet…” :rolleyes:
I wish elective hysterectomies existed, and they came without complications. I don’t want to have kids, and I don’t want to have periods. (I don’t hate kids, I just don’t want to have my own.)
In other news, I’m really unhappy that an old thread about hating cats got resurrected by a new poster called catsareterrible. Don’t bother clicking the thread I linked unless you want to read very violent and disturbing posts. I mean, I understand that some people really hate cats, but this is on a whole other level. I wish a moderator would get after catsareterrible and close that damn thread. Was thinking about starting my own pit thread about it, but dunno if I’ll bother. I hope this new poster is just a troll making stuff up, because the alternative is too horrifying to contemplate.
I’ve posted a link to the Novasure site before. It’s an option for heavy, painful periods if you don’t want any or more kids. It changed my life. Seriously.