ive read interviews with the original creator of red bull or what would become red bull eventually that he’s never drank more than a swallow or two and that’s only for quality because the taste makes him sick …
my dad has said that he’d rather go back and redo his two 'nam tours exactly as they originally happened than have shingles again…
I broke a tooth off at the gumline last week and the ER here can’t help me and why should I fucking trust the VA about ERs ANYWAY?
So it’s been FIVE DAYS, my face is all swollen, and it might take A MONTH and when I asked the fucking operator why nobody had told me that two days ago, he shouted, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW.” Yeah, asshole, but NOW is not TWO DAYS AGO.
The dentist in town that DID handle vets has stopped because the VA put almost as much effort into not paying them as they do into not helping veterans.
The broken tooth is the direct result of the VA dismissing me when I came back because they didn’t even tell me what I was experiencing were panic attacks. Every other day or more out on the road meant a lot of close encounters with IEDs. I was fine for about nine months after I came back, then I stopped being able to tolerate being in vehicles. I’d throw up because I was so terrified, but luckily I got fired from my job so that meant no more need to try getting on the bus every day. By that time I had the teeth of a life long bulimic. Thanks, VA.
I don’t hate the fucking insurgents as much as I hate the VA.
Well, the VA and Mediacom can fight to the death.
No school today in Tel Aviv. Rockets.
Yay.
Well, I was going to complain about my brain not letting me sleep because I saw an upsetting letter (it was an invite to join the healthy pregnancy program… I just had a miscarriage) but schools not being in service because rockets puts things in perspective.
It could be worse - my son’s 14 and I work at home, so we know to keep out of each other’s way. He’s playing Elder Scrolls Online and studying for his Arabic test tomorrow. And hey, the nice thing about air raid sirens is, you get to meet your neighbors.
I’m missing the point of this thread aren’t I?
It’s also hot; like, it’s the middle of November and I still have my AC on. Fuck that.
At least rockets are exciting. I just got out of a PD quarterly meeting. They used so much vague and passive corporate speak, my eyelids were sinking down to my ankles.
Gems such as:
“Capture PD continuous improvement projects centrally” (Do you mean the projects within PD, or are these projects that monitor improvement of PD projects? By “centrally,” do you mean management? Who’s not considered “central?”)
“Improve cross-functional communication” (Does that mean non cross-functional communication is OK as is? What more communication tools do we need? We’ve got Zoom, Skype, email, Slack, Ring Central…)
“Integration of ideation and scoping” (Isn’t that already the first stage of product development? Somebody comes up with an idea, management assigns personnel.)
It should mean, but sadly doesn’t, that when the corporatespeak is too much it’s ok to take a nap.
Is it very bad if your (new) boss realizes something so obvious that you have to refrain from signing off your reply to his !!!urgent!!! email with “in further news, water still wet”?
TIL that “PD” stands for “Product Development.”
That said, it still feels like you kinda buried the lede…
We had a national meeting where we brought EVERYone from all our offices together in one huge meeting room.
I made enough Buzzword Bingo sheets for everyone, and when the acronyms and Paradigm Perception Piggybacking was getting really thick, passed them out.
Paradigm was the center square, and was mentioned so many times it could have been a drinking game.
The presenter actually stopped and had her enforcer collect everyone’s sheets (which didn’t work, because people hid them). But a VP was at my table, and loved the idea (and gave me a fun project she was saving for the right person).
Oh, shit!! My rant seems 'unimportant ’ up against rockets.
Keep your head down.
I think you totally missed the point of my rant.
If Amazon promises delivery at a certain time, pushes it back to later that night, and then later says there may be a delay in it even being put in a truck, I should be able to cancel that order, dammit.
Wanna trade? How do you feel about lake-effect snow?
My mini-rants also seem really small compared to rockets. Stay safe, Alessan.
I’ll still be a whiny crab and rant.
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I have a crack in my tooth, which isn’t nearly as bad as breaking it off at the root, which must hurt like a bitch. But it has been cracked for over a year; unfortunately, my dentist capped the wrong tooth when I first told her about it. As such, I’ve been unwilling to get it taken care of because it wasn’t that bad. Now it’s getting close, so I should probably be a damn adult and get it done.
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It’s fucking cold here. I used to hate sweating, but now that I’m getting older (turned 44 yesterday), I hate the cold even more. I would rather be dripping and sweaty than having my teeth clack together.
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My hips and knees hurt and it’s my own damn fault. I haven’t dragged my sorry ass to the treadmill yet this week and it drives me nuts that I need to take care of myself. I had thai food last night and experienced revenge the likes of which I never would’ve experienced 10 years ago. Similarly, everything hurts like hell when I don’t run. So now I need to do that, too, and I don’t want to. I’m sure you’re feeling incredible sympathy.
(Non-trivial aside: Alessan, I hope the rockets have stopped and everyone is safe.)
overlyverbose, you’re finding out what many of us have. The warranty on your body expires at 40, and every body part will have issues from then on. Sometimes simultaneously.
We met another couple for dinner last Saturday and they brought along a relative who we’d never met. I guessed her to be about my age (61). Thirty six hours after dinner she died!
And many things just continue to get worse, even after medications and surgery. I remember my 92yo mom saying every part of her body hurt. Now, at 74, I know exactly what she meant.
Oldest grandson (19) woke up one day last week with a giant lump on his neck. My wife, the internet diagnostician, determined that it was a swollen lymph node due to an infected wisdom tooth. Got him in to see the dentist, who confirmed he had an infection and started him on antibiotics.
Over the weekend, more swollen lymph nodes start popping up all over his body. His mom got him in to see a doctor on Monday. The doctor decided he either had mono, or lymphoma. And he said he’d never seen a case of mono like this, so we’re all thinking it’s cancer. :eek:
Well, the lab results came back positive for mono. That still doesn’t mean it’s not lymphoma, but chances are good it was just the double whammy of mono and a tooth infection that was kicking his ass.