What do you guys do for pain? I can’t imagine foot pain just from standing. I’d lay on the couch and get high all day or something.
It’s amazing how many things have this problem. My fingernails are as short as I can cut them, so I farm these out to my wife for opening. Otherwise, straight to scissors.
I had that once, one shot fixed it.
Another difficult-to-open item is small pouches of cat treats. I forget that every time. They’re part of my cat photo kit and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten in with a cat, gotten everything ready, tried to tear a bag of treats open at the “tear here” notch…
and found that it’s actually sealed well below the “tear here” notch, so if you tear it straight across or anything but just the right downward angle, it’s still sealed and you have to go get scissors in order to open it. Such a pain in the butt.
I suspect that Hubby might be close to that point right now. He’s been taking muscle relaxers and NSAIDs and using a topical and none of it’s doing anything. Neither is testing it OR trying to get around on it. Tendon flare up, from what the doctor said. Not sure what he’s going to try next if he won’t take any of my edibles.
Ice it till numb. Walk funny. Hit the vape pen. Vodka.
That sounds so good right about now…
CtE is at it again. I know they suffer from depression and that facing school is hard. But then flat out refusing to go, curling up in their blanket and refusing to get dressed is pissing me off. If it was one day, I wouldn’t be so upset. But this happens a couple times a week. They’re in therapy. They have meds. I’ve done everything I can think of. They’re a Junior. This should be an important year. Instead, it’s another year where they’re wallowing in their depression.
Up here in NE MN we have had over 100" of snow this winter. Snowbanks are massive. The snowbanks on both long sides of our garage are close to touching the eaves. Snowbanks next to the house are up to the bottom of the windows. We live in a dark world for many months. The sun doesn’t rise until after 7am and it sets by 4pm(On the shortest day, 12/21 sunrise is 7:48am, sunset is 4:34pm). So now with the clock change a few weeks ago we have an abundance of sunlight in the late afternoons and early evenings. But what can I do outside? Not a thing but press my nose to the window and stare outside. I walk the dogs twice a day but that’s about it. This is the worst time of year. I hate it. I also can’t wait for when this snow does actually melt, my next favorite season, the season of Mud. Nothing like mud when you have 3 giant dogs. 
Could be worse…you could be in Florida…and I’m not talking about the weather.
I totally get this. I know someone with serious depression. It’s so bad that it is really hard to spend any time with her because it’s just hour after hour of how much her life sucks. Thing is, she knows she has depression but insists that her doctor has told her that she is “allergic” to all meds. She also thinks she’s allergic to all vaccinations. She’s pretty much been a shut in since covid hit.
I’ve lived places where it went over 100" twice, both lowlands. The first time was regular storms spaced out over the entire winter that dropped a lot of snow. That wasn’t too bad.
The second was just enough snow every day that you had to shovel it. Some days I would have to shovel before work and then again when I got home. Drove me fucking crazy, no breaks all winter.
I would have been doing the edibles from day one.
I’d skip the ice.
I am lactose intolerant, a condition which developed after years of being addicted to almost all forms of cheesy comestibles. Fortunately, lactaid and its generic equivalents allow me to indulge my habit. I have a pill carrier specifically for the purpose of ensuring that I never leave the house without a supply, just in case the opportunity arises.
However, this condition is part of my official medical history (along with my allergies to penicillin and sulfa drugs). This means that whenever I am in the hospital (an event which occurs with distressing frequency) and attempt to place a meal order the food service department refuses to permit me anything which includes any dairy products in its preparation. This includes waffles, pancakes, puddings, and any number of other things which would make my hospital stay slightly more palatable. I am not allowed to access my lactaid stash, nor request that the hospital provide me with lactaid.
I actually mentioned this to one of the doctors, who was sympathetic to my problem but said that unfortunately he could not offer a solution.
In the most recent case of soda I bought, it seems that they’ve slightly overfilled all the cans. So every single can splashes soda when I open it and then floods the top of the can.
Last night I wanted to make salmon grilled on a cedar plank. I had the grill all ready to go, and then looked at the instructions on the plank, and realized I had completely forgotten that you’re supposed to soak it in water for at least an hour before you put in on the grill. So I had to delay my dinner by an hour waiting for the plank to soak.
I don’t get the keys to my van. Yesterday, both the lock and the unlock button only locked the van. It was a pain in the butt to get into my vehicle, but I could either occasionally get the unlock to work or I’d pull the key from the fob and open it that way. Then, whenever I’d put my keys in my pocket they were acting like I was holding the lock button down. Beep Beep Beep Beep.
Then today, it’s switched. Unlocking is working but locking isn’t. I just want my stuff to work the way it’s supposed to!
Disclaimer: I didn’t read the whole thread.
I just came across the annoying thing I’m going to complain about for the zillionth time and went looking for a rant thread. A venting thread will do nicely. Especially 'cause the word “minor” is in the title, and I fully admit that this is very minor. Nitpicky in the extreme. That said…
I watch a fair number of cooking programs, read cooking columns, and collect recipes. It makes me NUTS when people say in their description or instructions to “crack an egg into <the pan, the batter, whatever>.”
You don’t CRACK the egg; you fucking BREAK the egg. 
Got that?
This is a CRACK:
These are sidewalk CRACKS. Don’t step on them if you love you mom.
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This is a CRACKED EGG.
This is a CRACKED EGG.
When you’re cooking, you need to do more than CRACK the egg-- you need to BREAK IT OPEN so the eggy insides fall through the now-fully-opened, broken shell into the pan or batter.
The egg pictured below is not just CRACKED – it is BROKEN. There is an important difference. Instructions need to read: “BREAK three eggs into a bowl.” Descriptions need to say: “I BROKE an egg into the frying pan.” FFS.
That is all. Carry on.
That was magnificently minor! I applaud you.
In that spirit, I’m annoyed with myself about how I cra…er, break eggs. I eat or bake with eggs daily, so I’m fairly good at it, but I end up picking a little piece of shell out of a bowl or the frying pan at least once a week. I know full well that I should break each egg into a small bowl to prevent this, but I never do. I care really, really deeply about avoiding crunching into a piece of eggshell. It spoils my entire meal when it happens. I spent five minutes and dirtied a strainer getting shell out of a batter yesterday; why won’t I spend a few seconds and dirty a bowl to prevent it?
Awww… thanks. I love to have my nitpickery appreciated.
Ditto on breaking eggs. I’m very bad at it, and either I get a piece of shell in there, or the egg white gets all over the edge of the bowl or on the counter, or it leaves a big slime trail as I go to throw away the shells. There must be a sweet spot on the egg where you can hit it and it cracks followed by a clean BREAK. I’ve even seen people on cooking shows break the egg by holding it in one hand and hitting it with something like the handle of a knife.
Also, maybe it’s your eggs. Do you buy the mass-produced eggs or spend extra (way extra now) for the free-range, family farm, fancy-schmancy eggs? The latter tend to have sturdier shells than the former.
NOTE: Actually, straining the egg through a strainer is not a bad idea. On America’s Test Kitchen they showed that straining off the liquidy white from the egg – that is, the part that will, in fact, go through the strainer – will make your poached eggs much tidier. They won’t have all those strings and frags billowing out in the water.
i went to au bon pain for lunch. i was hoping for the spinach and cheese croissant. nope, not there. then ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. nope, proper bread not available. ended up with cheese, fruit, and crackers for lunch.
breakies was also a bit frustrating, no almond croissant. ended up with a (canned) peach pastry.
le sigh.
My absolute favorite! Every other Thursday I treat myself to one at breakfast. If there are no almond croissants in heaven, I’m not going.
Itest my blood glucose every morning. I have an app on my phone that syncs with my tester and records the numbers for later perusal/sharing. Said app uses facial recognition to open. A couple of weeks ago that app wanted to update, so I let it. But then facial recognition wouldn’t work and it wanted the password. I put in the password, that I had written down elsewhere. (I’ve been to this circus before.) It didn’t like my password. It probably forgot it during the update. Eventually it got to the point that I selected the ‘recover password’ option. So I jumped through the hoops to enter a new password and got a message ‘an error has occurred’. No explanation beyond that. 3 times. That app is now dead to me.