Got a stupid rash above my ankles. I may have walked through something as my pants dont reach to my shoes. Urgent care called in some cortisone cream.
A minor rant. I am going on a trip to Boston and Mystic, Connecticut next week so I have to pack this weekend.
I hate packing - always have. Especially when I have to fit everything into a carry on which has become my standard protocol for a variety of reasons.
The mental drama is laughable but real.
I love to travel but lately I have to fight increasing anxiety that goes beyond the packing histrionics.
Two years ago pipes broke in my basement a week before I was going on a 14 day trip to Germany and some other countries.
It was a maddening mess involving waste removal and mold remediation and insurance negotiations. I also had to have a plumber do some emergency repairs.
When I returned I had almost all the pipes and connections fixed but I have lost the element of trust in my infrastructure.
I suspect it’s that particular event that initiates the anxiety every time I have a trip planned.
Of course I now turn the main water valve off when I leave now but still the anxiety still remains.
SuntanLotion wears flood pants! SuntanLotion wears flood pants! 
Capri’s.
Thank you @Aspenglow for the tag.
Mini-rant: After catching up on this thread, I want potato chips.
Larger rant: I just got the paperwork to review before signing and sending back to the hospital.
Ovarian cysts who grow after menopause get cut out before causing problems.
@Ellecram, every time we travel somewhere, something goes wrong just before we leave. One time, our refrigerator died on the same day we were supposed to fly out! Now we expect a disaster, deal with it, then sigh in relief that we’ve gotten it out of the way and the rest of the trip will go smoothly. So far so good…
You should be able to search up lots of lists telling you what to pack. I usually write a list while I’m fretting beforehand, then use it to pack, then bring it with me to ensure nothing gets left behind. Travel, so stressful! But I hope you have a good time.
I had to google “flood pants”, and asked google what the difference
is between them and capri’s… It said:
Capri pants are designed to be a shorter length, whereas flood pants are simply a term to describe pants that are shorter than intended due to their length
“shorter than intended due to their length” ?!
There are literally two men (out of fifty) who work in this office and somehow one of them walked in on me in the bathroom. I have no idea why I didn’t lock the door. I’m a fucking zombie today. He is, of course, my cube mate.
My health insurance plan (priority health) has teamed up with Signify Health ( Dallas TX) to provide free in home health assessments. They’ll send an RN, PA, NP, or MD to your home where they’ll check your vitals, review your medications, answer questions and basically survey your living environment for potential hazards. Sounds great!? Maybe if it was for my elderly parents when they were still alive I’d say heck yeah. But for me, no. I’d consider that an invasion of privacy. 
They keep calling me and without asking if I’m even interested they just want to set up an appointment. So I declined politely, but then I’m told a zoom appointment is available instead. I decided to take the zoom appointment to get them off my back.
A nurse called and we were face to face but she really never looked at me while going thru the interview. So I faced my phone away from me. Then I started to get really irritated thinking about this third party healthcare company asking lifestyle related questions. It was a series of questions much like they ask when checking in for a drs appt.
When she asked about anxiety and fears I practically snapped like hell yeah lady count me among the millions of Americans worried about the future. Then I thought oh they’ll add that to my dossier at big brother maha data center. Unhinged exhibits rage against the machine. 
Now I think about it there were no assurances of privacy for my answers. But I did agree to let them share the info with my dr as they seemed to have that info.
I saw my doctor today for my annual physical and she had not heard of Signify. 
I love this attitude!
Expect it and have relief when it is over.
I just hate packing … I always will.
That sounds like a nightmare.
I hate this kind of pervasive intrusion on my life especially with something medical related.
I keep getting emails and hard mail information to sign up for some kind of Thrive protocol for pain which I DO NOT WANT. I managed to unsubscribe from the emails but the hard copies keep coming in the mail.
But phone calls/texts are a lot harder to ignore.
It’s apparently owned by CVS.
You’re a customer not a patient.
To canvassers/sales/marketers that want me to review whatever tree-trimming/charity/home improvement/phone deal du jour they are hawking. Inevitably when I say that, no, I don’t want to sign up for their monthly subscription or credit payment, they say “What is it about your budget that you think prevents you from signing up? Can we help you with that?”. No, you can fuck right of and continue fucking off down the road, my financials are my own business and none of yours. You have permanently lost my sale and will be blacklisted for anyone I talk to in the future for even asking that question.
Another SPAM call from a spoofed out of service number. Somehow, its always when I’m indisposed.
They strike me me way too sharp and hard they’re like the Captain crunch of potato chips.
As an employee of a federal contractor, I am required to take an annual ethics refresher training course. And it pisses me off that I am held to a much higher ethical standard than the people running our government. It also pisses me off that I have to take this training every year, since the projects I work on are not Federal programs anyway, and 99% of the training does not apply to me. But it checks a box for HR, so OK.
Colin Robinson works in my office! He has taken the form of an older lady with long blonde hair, and is currently draining someone else in my area, but I’m feeling a bit woozy myself. This lady could tell you a five minute long story about flicking a damn light switch.
I work for a bank. I do not work in a branch, I am not customer facing. I do not even work in a location that has a branch in the building (of any bank, even a different one than my employer). I haven’t even been in a bank branch in over a year, any bank branch, & that was to walk in w/ someone else who lost her card & needed a new one. Yet every employee is required to take the same training classes every year. This includes the AML (anti-money laundering) classes about cash deposits > $10,000, structuring/suspicious deposits, what to do if a branch is robbed, suspicious withdrawals (Geez, little old lady customer, just why do you need to wire the balance of your account to Western Union office in Nairobi? You’re not being swindled are you?). I can only imagine the collective man hours lost by all of the employees who never see a customer who are taking these waste of time (for us) classes. BTW, other banks make everyone sit thru them, too.
I think that every time I have to take an ethics refresher at my state government job.
I prefer plain ol’ Lays potato chips, but the shelf-stockers at our local grocery stores cram the bags onto shelves with abandon, which crush the thin fragile Lays into fine potato shards. I’ve started buying Boulder brand kettle chips simply because they stand up to rough treatment better.
My rant is that very loud tinnitus has returned to my left ear, which I described in the concurrent tinnitus thread. Someone in that thread posted that it’s like having a loud cicada perched on top of your ear, which is very accurate. It’s driving me crazy. In about half an hour I’m off to see the doctor about it.