Turns out my husband’s colleague was murdered. She was beaten to death by her long-term boyfriend following an apparent psychotic episode brought on by a legal mind-altering substance colloquially known as ‘‘bath salts.’’
Thanks to the asshole posters to that newspaper article for their smart-ass comments. It made my husband feel warm and fuzzy to know someone cared.
Bloody hell, olives! :eek:
My deepest condolences, olives.
Thank you so much, private number that called me at 3:10 this morning. Thank you ever so much for not responding to my grumpy sleepy “hello?” and waking me up completely for no reason. I do so enjoy having to try to get back to sleep in the middle of the night.
I need to start answering midnight calls with a loud angry “Somebody better be dead!” That is the only acceptable reason to wake me up at 3 a.m. on a work night.
Thumbs-up for blueprints. Yay, additional information! The rest of your paragraph, however … that was, let’s say, unnecessary.
P.S. Sorry, olives. That’s all kinds of fucked up.
Shrug, too many conversations about “women can’t read maps/blueprints”; had a bad related experience yesterday so I get it’s on my mind (nothing got said out loud, but I really, really wanted to punch the “you don’t know what a SCADA is” guy in question).
Also, when I talked about “training” I didn’t mean necessarily “architectural training”: I meant someone telling them how “this is a map, this is how you read it”. I’ve known many women who never got that from their parents, same as they never got the explanations on how to change a tyre or put snow chains on (their brothers did get all of them).
Caller ID. I don’t know the number, fuck off.
I think “If somebody’s not dead, they’re going to be after I get hold of them” would be better.
PAIN
Really, do I need to say more?
If you wouldn’t feel bad if someone was dead, then I’d say go for it!
Fuck me - up another half pound. I’m trying to maintain without writing down every frikkin’ thing I eat, but perhaps that is not meant to be. Sigh. Oh, chocolate, why must you tempt me so?
My condition has a different kind of origin than what you described, but if I may assume that yours has been degenerating since the actual incident, I’ll offer my remedy when my hip becomes excruciating (and non-responsive to NSAIDS).
Joint Juice. THEN three 220mg tablets of OTC Naproxen. I couldn’t tell you anything about the science behind it, but 660mg of Naproxen as a sidecar to eight ounces of glucosamine and chondroitin is effective, where just the Naproxen is not.
That’s the thing. I would have gone to the urgent care yesterday (or today for that matter) to ask for some pain meds, but with my crappy insurance, it is a $50 co-pay.
THEN I would have to argue with some doctor about why I am there asking for prescription pain meds, and for why I want something other than Vicodin, which does jack shit for me. Last time I went there in pain and asked for something (ripped tendons and muscles in my arm), the person made a big fuss about not wanting to give me anything, then offered Vicodin, and just rolled her eyes and threatened not to give me anything at all when I asked for something different and STARTED (didn’t get a chance to finish) trying to explain that Vicodin is completely useless to me.
Hell, when I had my tooth removed last month, the guy gave me…nothing for my pain.
Then of course I have no idea what the crappy co-pay is on that shit.
I’m cycling through the three main OTCs (Naproxin, Ibuprofin, Acetominaphine) at near maximum strength while trying to blend them and NOT injure myself, and it is just dead insufficient for my pain.
And then again, while I’d like something to deal with the pain, I don’t need to end up drugged out of my head trying to do my technical job, either. Any Hilarity that ensued would be short lived and end in badness.
All this is happening without a man around???
olives - wow. People can be scum
I have a vague memory that you live in the northern US? If so, and you can get there, you can buy codiene OTC in Canada. Or, at least you could last I was there.
You do realize that Naproxin and Ibuprofen can’t be combined, right? They’re almost the same thing. Please don’t double-dose yourself!
(I was swapping between Ibuprofen & Aspirin until I found out that you shouldn’t do that either. 
Tylenol doesn’t do crap for me.)
You can get Tylenol 1’s here, which are 300 mg acetamnophen, 8 mg codeine, 15 mg caffeine.
Where is “here”? IE, are you in the States? If so, I would be extremely happy!
Canada. The restrictions on Codeine are lighter here.
Tylenol 1’s are my go to pain relief of choice.
Not in the US. But yeah, Tylenol-3’s (the ones with Codeine) would make me Very Happy™. Codeine does good things for me, unlike a lot of other drugs.
I’m a biologist. My subset of the field is rapidly approaching gender equity even at the faculty level (although there is certainly room for improvement), and the number of times I’ve felt dismissed or out of place as a woman have been vanishingly rare. Yay me.
Yesterday, I went over to a different building on campus, also entirely filled with biologists, to use a different microscope. When I had to take a bathroom break, I noticed that someone had installed magazine racks in the stalls of the women’s room, and stocked them with magazines. “Sweet!”, I thought, “I’ll do a little readin’ and poopin’”. What was there? Women’s Day.
REALLY? You couldn’t have put in one of the 3,000 copies of the New Scientist we all get? Maybe the on-campus science rag? I’d have been okay with something general-interest like gardening or running or something. But Women’s Day?
P.S. I’m sorry, olives, that’s so unnerving and upsetting and if you didn’t really know the woman, you don’t even have a proper place to express your grief. Give yourself and your husband permission to be irrational about it.
Too late for fucking off since it already woke me up. I was all geared up for a stern “Do you know what time it is?” when the coward retreated into silence.