Memory improvement session?
Chiggers. Thats all. Chiggers!
Perimenopause sliding into menopause acne. Painful, cystic and crawling all over my face. Antibacterial soap helps a little, tea tree oil helps a little… and I can’t “do” the normally prescribed ABX due to allergies. I had crappy skin from age 9 until 23 when I had my first child. 2 more children and still decent skin. No kids for 17 years and suddenly I feel like I am 9 again.
I guess all the extra testosterone I have is showing up in spades as my estrogen winds down. I can only hope that once menopause comes and goes my skin settles down. I have no desire to do any HRT type stuff because…
I was looking forward to menopause as terrible periods would be a thing of the past.
My sister had a rough peri- time too. Her skin cleared up well before full on menopause was in place. So there is hope. Have you tried any of the sheet masks? They are the bomb.
Good man.
My mother-in-law is living with us right now. She’s always been a bit scattered, in a Scarlett O’Hara, the world will arrange itself to suit me, kind of way. Every once in a while, she blurts out a non sequitur that makes me want to bang my head against a wall. I have actually done that in her company, come to think of it. Today’s little gem occurred while I was driving her around town on errands. With apologies for length and dialogue.
MiL: What is that?
Me: What?
MiL: You know that outfit.
Me: What outfit?
MiL: It’s like a uniform, but it’s not a uniform. I think they wear it in the military.
Me: (Oh sweet gods, kill me now) That’s a uniform.
MiL: Really? I thought there was a different word for that. Oh. It’s a uniform even when it’s… <she waves her hands around vaguely>
Me: What?
MiL: You know.
Me: (No. I don’t. There’s only one way out of this though. Keep going.) What are you talking about?
MiL: You know, with the blotches.
Me: You mean camouflage. Yes, there are military uniforms in camouflage. (Are we done?)
MiL: Oh. Well, I was thinking that they looked more comfortable.
Me: (Is that vein on my forehead throbbing visibly yet? I resist the urge to check in the mirror.) More comfortable than what?
MiL: Than the uniform.
Me: (This is where my head wants a wall, or a desk. Anything. I proceed with caution) Which. uniform?
MiL: Well, you know the other one with the stiff material.
Me: I think the uniforms are all made from the same material.
MiL: No, I mean the fancy one. You know, with the shiny things.
Me: A-ha. You mean the dress uniform. Yes, the camo uniforms are probably more comfortable than the dress uniform. Why were you thinking about that?
MiL: Well, i was thinking they could wear that and not worry about getting a stain on it.
I sat there and thought about that. Yes, I imagine that the Army wants their camo to hide stains. All kinds of stains. I’m pretty sure she was talking about ketchup though.
One of my coworkers has a German shepard puppy (11 mos) who supposedly does this constantly. Hes kept in an outside kennel all day by himself. She and her husband put a SHOCK COLLAR on him to get him to stop. I nearly put her through the wall when she told me about it because she had no idea the collar ELECTROCUTES the dog every time the dog barks. HE’S A FREAKING SHEPARD THAT’S WHY THEY’RE GUARD DOGS AND MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE HIM, HMM, YA THINK???
Nothing pisses me off more, especially when it comes to dogs and owners who either don’t or don’t want to understand them.
I’ve just realized why I could never stand GWTW. I we introduce your MiL and my Mom to each other, do you think they would cancel each other out or reach critical mass?
Something tells me that there’s a REASON the fates placed half a planet between them…
Exactly. When we first met, my husband (then boyfriend) and I flew into Mexico City and waited. I asked when she was coming to get us, and he said he didn’t know. “What?” “Oh, she never tells me. We’ll just wait here, and she’ll come eventually.” :smack:
It was bad enough that so many hospital staff get on the P.A. system to call for “Respitory Services” (the word has TWO r’s, dammit)*.
Now we have someone who announces that Respitory Services is needed in the Main Pervilion (apparently there are perverts there who are breathing hard).
Argggh.
*it’s even worse in Febuary. :smack:
Every six months I have to have my nephrologist complete FMLA paperwork. Three years / 2x = 6 sets of FMLA paperwork.
Let’s see: Once the nephrologist faxed it to an entirely wrong office. Another time the doctor didn’t notice the forms were double sided. Twice, he didn’t sign them.
I have a system now - printed single sided, he completes in front of me, I take them in to scan/email.
Turned the forms in yesterday.
Declined.
Why? Because my doctor can’t consult a damn crystal ball and note how often / specifically WHEN I will have complications. How the fuck is he supposed to know?
The office sent me an email with a letter to the doctor, addressed and everything, to have clarification. Okay - did you actually mail it to my doctor?
No.
Doctor is on vacation next week, this is all due next Wednesday (Holiday). Can I have someone else from the dialysis clinic complete it?
Well, we suppose…
Great. Call the clinic. Can I email it? Nope. Fax? Nope. You have to bring it in, then we’ll call the coverage doctor, and if he’s WILLING to do it, we’ll get it filled out.
Why do you not accept technology, for fucks sake?
And IF HE’S WILLING to complete this one moronic question?
JFC. I just want to continue working without worrying about losing my job. The last FMLA time around, I was approved ONLY for when I’m in the chair. If I got The Call or had any issues, not covered. Luckily, I have a pretty good boss who has been willing to work around the accommodation office, but still.
Oh Dios, they both speak Spanish?
Critical mass. Definitely.
What, because of all the fuss made over Valentime’s Day? Or is it because your state picks that pacific time of the year to switch from rock salt to brime when treating the roads? (Really, you would think they would ask for some imput on that situation.)
My Head Librarian calls the Library the lie-berry. I kid you not.
For the last month-ish, there has been a large stretch of my commute which has signs talking about road work ahead, and sometime mentioning the right lane being closed.
In practice, the road in question has generally been functional at the times I drive on it, and most of the construction has gone on at night, or while I’m at work.
Today, however, they were not done re-opening the lane when I drove by, and so I had to do a quick merge. Boo!
Ya’ll just need to relax and have an expresso.
On the main US Army base in Seoul, just up the hill from the main gate, is an interesting sign: “Pedestians keep off grass”. And, in keeping with the military theme, the Exchange (used to be called PX) has a motto: “Saving you money…everyday!”
I contacted both outfits. You know what happened, right? They both said they’re correct.
We had a transcriptionist working here for years who always referred to the patient’s speciment.
I’m at a teeny tiny college, part of a larger group. We use facilities on another site for official exams. So far, according to the whiteboard at the front of the room, I’ve had exams in ‘Botony’ and ‘Taxonomy and Classifation’.
I kid ye not.
Though I will say, ‘pavilion’ and ‘pervilion’ would be pronounced almost identically in my accent.
My granddaughters love ‘pasghetti’.