That woman in the article SeaDragonTattoo linked to thinks that she went into hormonal mommy meltdown right after her son was born because of the placenta pills? And her proof is that she normal-ed up when she stopped taking them? Bitch, please. Everyone goes through that, placenta or not. She just happened to stop taking the pills on the day things evened themselves out–all on their own.
Heh. Yeah, not much to see there, but the title was funny.
Heh heh, sorry 
That’s me got a date with the labour ward tonight, so no more gory squishy squicky updates for a while! Hopefully just cute baby photos and no bloody birth-warrior stories when I get back to the boards.
Unless they let me take my phone into the delivery room…?
Oh, god. Selfies from the delivery room!
Nope nope nope nope
From the article: "So why did I gobble placenta ground with what the processor mysteriously referred to as “cleansing herbs”.
Before I scoff completely, I’d like to know what the herbal “cleansing” agents were.
Dear Everyone Who Drives in Front of Me,
When you find yourself driving down a road with a 45 mph speed limit and you see, on the other side of the divided highway, a police car with lights flashing, pulled off to the side of the road— and a police officer who is talking to a driver whom he has stopped, who was traveling in the opposite direction, you do NOT HAVE TO STOMP YOUR FUCKING BRAKES AND SLOW DOWN TO THIRTY GODDAMNED MILES PER HOUR!!!
Whatever you’ve been told, whatever you may fear, there is precisely ZERO chance that the cop is going to drop his ticket book, scramble into his squad car, jet-propel himself into the air and over the concrete median, all in order to pursue, stop and ticket you for driving the speed limit. Please, I implore you to just trust me on this one.
I’m so sorry, Cold Dish. It’s prevalent here too - and I’m talking some fairly affluent NW suburbs of Chicago. It’s spreading everywhere. 
Dear person who, at a busy four-way intersection where the traffic signal was broken (and therefore flashing red in all four directions), snuck through the intersection behind the the car in front of you: no, it isn’t the same as sneaking through a yellow light just as it turns red. No, it wasn’t clever or enterprising of you. Yes, everyone else thought about it too, but none of them did it. You’re a sociopath and a narcissist, and you’re the reason we can’t have nice things. Or an anarchist utopia.
I’m thinking garlic, pepper, sea salt, maybe some cumin and/or chili powder.
Whatever they are, you should definitely take a bunch of them if you plan to drink any Starbucks pumpkin spice latte this Halloween season.
Starbucks is making a big deal out of removing the caramel color (thus pleasing the Food Babe and her stable of morons), but lots of nasty nasty ingredients still remain:
So beware. :eek:
2015 is a piece of shit. Illness, hospitals, death. Cemetery, estate and things in my house that I didn’t buy. My dead cat. Nasty illness for me and my husband. Illness for son this week. Back to doctors and hospitals. If 2015 was a thing, I would kill it with fire.
Wow. Well, may you live 100 years.
My coworker has been talking continuously, monotonously, for 40 minutes. I have my office door shut and my music playing but I can still hear her constant droning on and it’s starting to grate.
“Prostin pains” - all of the pain and discomfort of labour contractions, with none of the progression and producing of an actual baby.
drums fingers impatiently on bedside table, while wincing
Cross your fingers and un-cross your legs, Imp! (Good luck with it all.)
All good thoughts and hopes Cinnamon Imp! As you know, Doper babies are the smartest, best-looking critters on the planet, and we’re all looking forward to squeeing over the newest addition!
And on to the rant: insurance dweebs (with the exception of Doper insurance dweebs, ‘cause I’m sure you guys are awesome and reasonable and humane) can kiss my ass. Ten friggin’ months (plus a lawyer) to approve a minor-ish shoulder surgery was bad enough. But 48 hours to approve $50 worth of perfectly customary post-surgical medications (for pain relief and nausea)? Seriously? Fortunately, the meds were only $50, so we paid out of pocket and the pharmacy called today to let me know I could come back with the card and receipt and they’d reverse the charge. But I will damned sure bill the workers compensation insurer for both trips to the drugstore! (If this had happened once? I might be more understanding - every employee of every company has a bad day now and then. But this happens at least half the time when Tony has a new medication after surgery. (My favorite? The day when insurance immediately approved hydromorphone, but dithered 48 hours on his goddamned iron supplements.)
Meanwhile, on the home front, this single outpatient shoulder surgery has fucked up family plans for my daughter’s birthday (the original date was on her 14th birthday, a few days after Christmas, so we couldn’t plan a real celebration - the insurance company withdrew approval on the day before;) and my son’s 18th birthday on Saturday. We’re still having a little family “do” for him at the farm, but I can’t go celebrate - Tony can’t be left alone yet. I’m just so tired of the crap.
Comment from Don Dodson, director of operations for Dynamic Airways (whose jet had an engine catch fire on a Florida runway yesterday, forcing evacuation of the plane and injuries to passengers):
“Something malfunctioned.”
Ya think?
And a headline in my local paper:
“Consumers unlikely to see big savings from Walgreens’ takeover of Rite Aid”
Gee, don’t prices always plunge when a big chain swallows up its chief competitor?
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I have a little ritual. Sometimes, when i have the time, i like to go to panera bread, order French onion soup amd a sandwich, and just enjoy. Today, i circled the lot, finally found a space, and waited in line. It’ll be ok, i thought, because the food will taste all the better for the slight difficulty in obtaining it.
They have stopped offering French onion soup. I ended up getting tomato, which would have been just fine covering a fair amount of pasta, amd even the sandwich was pretty meh.
Petty complaint, i know, but i guess i need to find a different mini treat for myself.
Woman in front of me in line at Chipotle, to friend who apparently had never been there; "They only have pork in their tacos’.
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