Not fair to make me cry so early in the morning, EmAnJ. You are doing a good thing and I hope Silver will sooner or later learn that not all humans are evil bastards. I wish all the people who had a hand in making her what she is will spend eternity in a small cage with regular beatings.
I have a blackhead in my ear and it’s in a place I can neither see nor get to easily. Also, my co-worker thinks I need to hear every headline she’s reading.
Oh? One has advanced enough to read???
I just threw up in my mouth a little.
I pit postpartum hairloss and my vacuum cleaner. My hair is falling out in handfuls. I expected this and I’m not too concerned. But it is just so much hair! It is getting everywhere. I wish I could furminate myself and just get the shedding over with. On top of this, my vacuum cleaner decided to take a shit. It has a clog somewhere we can’t find. So now my apartment is covered in hair and I have no way to clean it up. Yuck.
PS - The vacuum is going to the repair shop. I am not throwing away a vacuum just because of a clog.
I snipped most of your post, because, reasons. Anyway, it’s just a pap smear, so I’m not quite getting the hatred here – is it the cost? The pain? I mean, it’s not the world’s most fun-filled coupla moments, but it ain’t that bad either, and it should be covered by insurance and/or Obamacare.
That said, I heartily concur with your final sentence. We have too many people on this planet, and I hate that I have to jump through a bunch of stupid hoops just to prevent making more.
When I think about the late Other Shoe lying helplessly in the ICU, paralyzed, and all the nurses coming in and out and in and out and in and out of his room … and I think of any of them being around a patient with a communicable disease that they (the nurse) deliberately refused to be vaccinated against … well, words fail me. And I’m pretty flashy with words. But … I just can’t formulate anything except a blind rage.
Your photo site is blocked here at work, but I’ll have to remember to look this up when I get home. At any rate, I wish you and your new critter all the best. I hope someday she’ll know happiness at your hands. I teared up at your description of her fear.
Someone here on this board posted something along the lines of "Love isn’t flowers and chocolates. It’s ‘honey, can you get this {unmentionable thing} for me?’ " and I wholeheartedly agree. However, considering how many posters here kinda like popping out and getting rid of those little bastards, we may have to set up a side business.
Bonus points if you acquire, or even just temporarily borrow, a hairless Sphinx cat, to take the blame. “I don’t know what’s wrong with the cat. He just sheds a lot, that’s all!” 
However, while I knew that hair tends to grow a bit thicker during pregnancy, it never occurred to me that the process would reverse and that there even was such a thing as “postpartum hairloss” but that brings me neatly back around to agreeing with the final part of Macca26’s post. I don’t ever wanna be pregnant!
I am now terrified for some reason.
Last time I had one of these, I also had a boyfriend who very willingly got it for me. Unfortunately I’m not with that guy anymore (he’s married and in another country–he had to get away from hell hath no fury and all that ;)) and I don’t have anyone anymore who I’d trust to stick a pair of tweezers in my ear.
I’ve just had an operation, and am recuperating in a general ward. Well, I say recuperating. What I’m actually doing is listening to the patient next to me, King Fuckhead of House Cunt, snore like a fucking pneumatic drill.
I’m sorry snorers, I really am. I have no doubt that you’re perfectly nice people and everything, and I know you can’t help it but…I really do honestly believe that the rest of us should just be allowed to kill you fucking people. Clubbing you over the head like a baby seal should be a legitimate form of self-expression, protected by the first amendment and eligible for public recognition. Along with ‘Best Actor’ and ‘Best Editor’, the Emmys should have a ‘Best Stoving in of that Snarling, Catarrh-ridden Pig Fucker’s Fucking Motherfucking Head with a Goddamn Fucking Brick’ award.
Four hours. Four fucking bastard hours I’ve been listening to this cunt choke and splutter and rumble his way through the fucking night like a sea pig with emphysema. There are no words to describe just how much I don’t need this!. Fuck you, snorer! Fuck you right in your corrupted Satanic sinuses. I know you can’t help it, but guess what? In a few minutes I’m not going to be able to help staggering over to hack your fucking head off with that clip-board on the end of your bed.
SHUT! UP!
I shed like a golden retriever right before my period shows up…I can’t imagine what would happen post-pregnancy.
Back to the blackhead…is it one of those that has been there so long that the contents of the pore are larger than the pore opening, and nothing will come out no matter how hard you squeeze? I hate those things.
Earplugs, man. Seriously. Earplugs.
I wish you a speedy recuperation.
Maybe a different room? Tell his doctor he needs a Cpap? So sorry, I’d want to strangle him!
I gave all my reasons in the first paragraph. I don’t see why I must submit to an invasive medical procedure I don’t need. I don’t know how anybody else puts up with them to be honest. I did the pap smear and pelvic exam once. I laid on that table and shaked and cried and felt like I had been assaulted (the doctor did not care, aside from asking me if I was physically able to leave when she was done). It was the definition of horrifying for me. It didn’t hurt, it was the fact that there was a stranger putting their hands where only my husband is allowed to touch, in a situation where I absolutely positively did not want it but I had to because I was in my last month of my current prescription and the doctor was one of those “do it or get out of my office” types.
Basically felt like I sold my body for some birth control. Felt dirty and sullied for weeks afterwards. Barely functioned the next day. You can call me overreacting if you like, I mean I’m obviously an outlier. But regardless there’s no medical reason in my case why I need to go through that. On top of that, the pap smear has no medical connection to birth control. It just makes me mad that they would want to do something so upsetting to me for no good reason.
I’m sorry you felt that way, truly, but it’s a test to see if you’re likely to get a very nasty form of cancer. A long time ago a nurse basically told me that the reason it’s tied to getting birth control (and, you’re absolutely right, they’re not medically connected) is that few women would get the test otherwise, and so, more would die of a very preventable disease.
Maybe I’m a stone-cold bitch, but
for a pap smear? Weeks?!? Dang. This world will eat you alive if that’s what it takes to send you off the rails. Sorry.
Admittedly, I felt pretty damned invaded when I had to have a pelvic exam as a teen (abdominal pain issues), but that was due to shitty bedside manner on the part of the doctor, like that poster had. My response was to find a doctor who actually gave a fuck about what her patients went through, rather than reject annual exams.
(BTW, not all cervical cancer is caused by HPV, so Pap smears are still useful even if you and your husband are totally clean and always monogamous. And I’ve found I highly prefer Mirena to the pill, but if you think a yearly gyno exam is invasive, well…)
Okay. Once again.
Friend of mine, I appreciate that you’re worried about the fighting in the Middle East. It worries me too. But if I see you post one more gory picture of a dead child on Facebook to make your point, I’m taking you out of my news feed forever. Which is too bad, because I do enjoy your posts when you’re not posting graphic photos of dead kids.
People with a high school degree who still use the word “bestie.” I don’t know why, but it just makes me cringe.
There is a group where I live, and a collective mass of 20+ people refer to themselves as “The Besties.” It’s just… ugh.
Does anyone you know use “BFF”?
Yes. It always reminds me of this.
I keep misreading bestie as beastie. And then that makes me think of the Beastie Boys. And then I end up losing several hours watching videos on Youtube.
If the snorer is as bad as my mother was at her fattest, those don’t do a lot.
Your huskies are gorgeous, EmAnJ. I hope Silver gets better soonish.
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I’m sure I’m not the only person to say it, but we like the "True love isn’t about flowery romance; it’s ‘Honey, can you look at this thing on my butt?’ "
MiniRant: I’ve been applying for more jobs lately. Idiot me replied to two of them on Craigslist that were obviously spammy/scammy as opposed to real postings because now I’m getting all sorts of “Hey, add your resume to OurSuckyJobSite.com!!” I already have horrible anxiety issues about job searching, and this crap just makes me feel dumb and useless.