I’m glad you got it fixed. Your solution was a good one that didn’t involve buying anything or throwing packaging away which is great!
Hubs did ask about it first thing this morning cause of course you live two miles away from a hardware store. Doesn’t everyone? Well…not you and this is the first time in our married lives that we are…but whatever, LOL!
I highly suspect Hubs didn’t get dissolving stitches because his doctor doesn’t trust him any more than I do. The stitches are out and he has another appointment in a month for a re-inspect and to freeze a spot on his ear.
This is all his fault. He’s a dumbass who refuses to listen to his sun-allergic wife about skin protection. I gave up bitching at him about sun-screen decades ago.
How are horses about getting pills? Do you just put them in an apple or do you have to wrastle them down her throat?
Remember that if you don’t have income, you will be eligible for Medicaid. Last I checked, there are no resource limits for it, but of course I’ve been out of the field for years.
I’ve never been on it myself, but know from clients that it covers more than many self-paid plans. Once you are termed, you will not be eligible for unemployment because you won’t be able to work.
Yeah, I know, stoopid, right? You paid into it but one of the requirements to get UI payments is to be activally looking or work and available to work if offered a job.
I keep thinking that putting Warning Labels on things has been bad for the species. The dum aren’t supposed to breed.
You WFH, no reason to not put it on your neck while you are on a potty break. You will be the only one to smell you - unless the cats object.
So, the kitchen floor didn’t get mopped. Hubs was headed out to get doctored and noticed that our water pressure was really slow. He called the water company and they told him that there was a break in a line and it should be repaired in a few hours. I tried to tell him that I could hear water in the just flushed toilet and he mainsplained how the air in the lines was making things hiss. 
As soon as he walked out the door, I plugged the bathtub drain and filled it up so we would have water to flush with if needed. It offends me to use bottled water for flushing.
The water didn’t come back on for a while and Hubs came home and looked in the tub and left the door open.
So, I spent my afternoon drying off our big jerkface and mopping water up off the bathroom, hall, bedroom and my rooms floor. Not because he was upset because he was wet, but because he didn’t want to be toweled off.
And then, once he knew that there was water in the tub, he opened the door and jumped back in.
Now I have a load of towels waiting for the water to run clear again and need to mop all of our floors because the water GG was playing in was rather murky (what you would expect from a broken water main).
I opened a new bag of really terpy weed and now it is funny again. Asshole cat!
It sounds like I’m going to be looking forward to my procedure on the 30th much more than you will!
I’d pay someone to do these pesky little chores, but getting someone out as far as I live often proves cost prohibitive – if they’re even willing to agree. It often prompts me to move outside my comfort zone with doing these irritating little tasks. I suppose that’s not all bad…