Thanks. It was the vet tech who mentioned benadryl, but I do have a vague memory of it not working before. I will ask about alternatives.
Any relation to clomipramine? The OCD drug known to cause spontaneous orgasms while yawning?
Sorry, I just think that’s the coolest side effect ever.
Fuck mangoes! I just sliced up a few to make some baby food and my hands are swollen and covered in hives. Looks like I’m allergic. Google says they’re related to poison oak.
Goddamn it. I hate when it hits 100 degrees during the day and my AC manages to keep it to 76 in my apartment, but then it creeps up to 78 around 11pm (because of me, lights, computer, etc) despite running the entire time…
and then I discover that it is 72 degrees outside while it’s 78 inside.
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK.
Yeah, I know how it works with the building radiating the heat and all that, but it still annoys the fuck out of me that my AC keeps cranking away and it’s actually getting warmer inside while it’s significantly cooler outside. Damnit! I demand they change the laws of physics!
72! Paradise! it is fucking 90 and high humidity at Goddamn midnight here.
I’m so going to get some clomipramine!!!
I am not a parent, but if your hands are that bad, I wonder if you shouldn’t give it to your baby. Of course, I know nothing about how allergies happen. I’m terrible allergic to bee stings. I don’t know if the first time I got stung I had a reaction, but I do remember going to the hospital when I was 5 because I couldn’t breath. When I was older, I learned that my sperm doner had problems with bee stings.
Benadryl is my best friend for mild allergic reactions. Maybe that would help?
Ok, my stomach is empty other than the thyroid med. How long before I can eat? I need my coffee and I’m hungry!
I was told that I needed to wait 30 minutes. Sorry.
The purpose of a garage sale is to get a little money for your stuff so you don’t have to throw it out. The purpose of a garage sale is not to attempt to get nineteen bucks for something you paid twenty bucks for. Stupid cunt. My eldest wanted to buy her collection of Lemony Snicket books. The books were readable but paperback and in mediocre condition. I had to tell Eldest to put them back because I wasn’t going to pay Crazy Seller 9/10th the price of retail.
As we had a look-see at the sale, Crazy Seller was literally screaming at potential buyers whining they weren’t offering her enough money for her crap. We raced back the car about five seconds later. She’s got either a very full basement or a big recyling day right now.
Mrs. J. and I were watching “Who The &^# Did I Marry?” on the Investigation Discovery channel (an episode about a woman who met Mr. Wrong on a dating service), so naturally the next commercial break featured an ad for a dating website.
I’m not sure you can guarantee your dream date won’t eventually hire a hit man to kill you with a hammer, merely because you met him on ChristianMingle.com.
I feel your pain, my AC is doing the same thing. Right now it’s a reasonable 76, considering it’s above 100 outside. I’ve kept all the curtains closed and have fans running too. Last night when I got home from work it was 81 in here. I don’t even want to see what my electric bill will be. If you figure out how to change the laws of physics please let me know.
I’m cat-sitting for my boyfriend while he’s out of town. His cat is quite the spider hunter. She left me a not so little present beside my pillow this morning. Imagine waking up to see spider parts strewn all over the bed. Parts of what had to have been a half-dollar size spider… :eek::eek::eek:
Not the best way to start the morning… but I was definately awake after seeing that!
I feel Eldest’s pain. I’ve been picking up the books as they hit the clearance rack at Half Price Books, and generally I pay two bucks for each volume, and those are the hardcover volumes, not the paperback editions. I never pay more than about 1/10 of the original retail price for garage sale items…and I generally pay much, much less. Now, if I come across something that I truly can’t live without, then I’ll go higher. But if I want to pay retail or close to retail, I’ll go shop at a real store.
When our daughter lived with us, we had two cats and one hamster. The hamster, for reasons known only to himself, used to like to go walkabout, and somehow managed to get out of his Habitrail on a regular basis. When he did, one of the cats would carefully pick him up and deposit him on my daughter…whether she was awake or asleep. She said that there was nothing quite like being awakened by a squirming, distressed, incontinent rodent being dropped on her face.
Our late cat used to do this. One day my mom came down for breakfast to find toad parts strewn under the table. That was a fun morning.
I scraped a spot on my elbow about the size of a quater whilst at the pool with 'lil Andrew on Tuesday. No biggie, sqeeze on a dollop of neosporin, slap on a waterproof bandaid, jump back into the fun. (Yes, I routinely carry neosporin and an assortment of bandaids.)
I don’t pay too much attention to it–it’s on the end of my elbow. It’s been sore since then, but I figure it’s healing. Get a good look at in the mirror after a shower today. The entire surface is greenish and slimy, the edges are dark red and it looks like it’s starting to streak outward. Classic infection.
So I grab a washcloth and scrub off the scum, then dab a pad of alcohol on it. The dabs sting like crazy anyway, so I think ‘screw it’ and just pour alcohol over the end of my arm. I dance around the bathroom a bit with a washcloth clamped between my teeth ('lil Andrew is in the house). Repeat a couple of times to make sure I’ve killed the nasty little buggers, and let it dry out. (Fun fact, the third round of alcohol barely stings at all.)
TL;DR version: Debriding sucks!
My local cable service loves to pre-empt national ads-so much so that it seems like it happens on just about every other ad-the giveaway is that you’ll hear the last second or so of the pre-empted ad (“Call now!” “…xyz.com!”). Irks the heck out of me.
I’m still housesitting, but I got a call this morning from Mr. SCL regarding an incident at the house last night. He was awakened by screaming on our front porch and went out to discover a disassembled rat. Apparently the heavy rains had driven it out of the sewer and it decided to have a snack at Chernobyl’s food bowl. She took exception to the uninvited guest and made sure he wouldn’t commit such a social error again.
I’m glad it wasn’t me who found it; I probably would have had to clean up puke as well as rat bits.
I remember two things from my wonderful barn cat when I was a teen;
Walking in to find the back half of two rats, the entire front half having been eaten off both, and one intact dead rat. She got three in one night.
Another time, walking in to find a whole dead squirrel. Then while I’m there working on watering the horses, she walks over and CRUNCH, right into the skull. Oh lovely.
What is it with cats and brains? I’ve got one friend who tells me that one of her cats always eats the head of his kills, and when I had mice last fall, the front half was what disappeared from the one dead mouse I found.
Oh, come on. Who wouldn’t want raw rodent brains???
So why isn’t there a Rodent Brain cat food?
Wimpy owners/feeders.