I was just advised that CIX may be referring to Kennedy’s PT boat. If so, then that should be indicated somehow on the seal. Now it just looks silly.
I’ve never seen a PT boat expressed in roman numerals, especially without the PT. That looks really stupid.
OK, I saw the Roman numeral and I knew it referred to JFK’s PT boat, but it didn’t really strike me as “wrong.” But I am not a naval person.
Using Arabic numerals would have potentially caused confusion about the carrier’s hull number.
They could have used 1101101 as a reference to 109; being in binary, it would have symbolized that they were going to be using the digital catapults…
I’m in the sneeze/runny nose cycle, and have been blowing my nose so much the skin at the edge of my nostrils cracked. Owie, owie.
Hey, anti-rant time: rescinding my earlier post about the Secret Santa exchange. It’s on like Donkey Kong, baby!
I got what feels like a mosquito bite on my foot. In my living room. In November. At least three days ago, and it STILL itches if I happen to put any pressure on that part of that foot.
might be a spider bite…
might be a radioactive spider’s bite.
Might be an extraterrestrial radioactive spider bite.
Yay, it’s the day of the company potluck lunch. I hauled all of my stuff to the far end of the warehouse, where goodies are traditionally dropped off to be arranged by the lunch organizers, only to find a few rows of empty tables and two microwaves. Puzzled, I headed up to the break room, where everyone else had randomly dumped their food items. Apparently, someone from the warehouse will be sending carts up later to retrieve the food. Several items had already been opened and pawed over by hungry coworkers.
Oh, and the break room is rather small, and doesn’t have nearly enough outlets to accommodate all the hot pots that people are bringing in – unlike our warehouse and its very nice electrical system. Gee, do you think there’s a reason we typically drop off our food items in the warehouse? :rolleyes:
And, as always, volunteer positions for this lunch (setup, cleaning, etc.) were only offered to the women, despite the fact that there are plenty of able-bodied men in this company.
Iggy, I totally get it. My issue is kinda similar in that they think the crack that’s causing the issue is so thin they can’t see it on an x-ray but enough to cause heat sensitivity, which is apparently a hallmark of a cracked tooth (the more you know, I guess). I hope you’re pain free, if not now, soon.
My mini-rant is this: my son’s scout troop leadership is comprised of the most disorganized bunch of yahoos I’ve ever met. They lost their goddamn paperwork, and every single one of them is claiming that they were not responsible, even though the central scouting office said they hand-delivered the fucking thing to one of them. Unfortunately, that one was the larger nitwit of the several nitwits running the joint and he’s claiming to never have received it. This is also the guy who claimed to not have any information on previous campouts who later found the binder with information on every campout for the last five years in his truck, so I’m somewhat more inclined to believe the central office.
Why am I so pissed about this? If they don’t fill this paperwork out, there is no scout troop anymore. And somehow this is my problem because they’ve asked me to help track it down. Like a moron I agreed, thinking all I’d have to do is remind (gently) whoever had it. Fucking irresponsible douchebags. Also, these guys seem to assume that because I’m a woman I surely must work at home and have all the goddamn time in the world to set this shit up. Hardly, you assholes - I work full time (as you’d know if you could remember a damn thing) and shockingly do not have time for any of this.
put chapstick on it. it works wonders.
It’s not the worst thing in the world, I’m sure, but this is some buulllshiiiiit. 
Had a rash about 5" wide from about the middle of my spine, around my left side over the bottom of my ribs to the center of my chest/upper stomach.
The rash has pretty much cleared up. Weird thing is the skin is oddly sensitive; I can touch it, rub it, scrub it with a bath poof, no problem. But it’s just the slightest touches like a shirt rubbing that feel like a bad (bad) sunburn. And it ITCHES! But scratching it doesn’t help…it’s like the itch is 1/4" below the skin and I can’t get to it.
Then there’s the nerve pain, which still feels like I did the world’s hardest ab and back workout 2 days ago, but only on the left side. Plus my actual abs, which are sore from constantly trying to keep by torso steady so as not to aggravate everything else.
At least I’ve been able to sleep lately. Yay drugs…
Rumor has it this might stick around for a week, a month, or always… :eek::o
Welcome to the wonderful world of neuropathy … sigh
I have it still hanging out, 9 months and in my hands it has mostly gone and my hand strength is back. But I am still hypersensitive to fingersticks [or any tiny localized pressure] It was horrible when it was going full blast, no hand strength, no coordination, and numb tingly until one tried to get a fingerstick then it was like someone jabbed an icepick in.
It may or may not resolve, wonderful …
I had a few small spots, two on my back and one on my stomach. I thought it couldn’t be shingles since one of the spots went across my spine. The doctor says that is atypical but definitely shingles.
It was the most miserable crap I have been through something so small hurt so bad. Solarcaine (a topical anesthetic) was the only thing that got me through. Doc gave me Hydrocortizone which didn’t help at all.
for a year or so after I got phantom pains in the same sites.
You have my sympathies.
I’m running out of a very important medication that I have to take 4x/day. I called in a refill request last week, and was told last Friday that the order had been called in to my pharmacy. I went to pick it up and was informed that they never received the call. My doctor’s office was already closed for the weekend, so the pharmacist gave me enough pills to last the weekend. This morning I checked with the pharmacy and was told they still hadn’t heard from the doctor. I called the doctor’s office and they confirmed that the order had been sent last Friday. Where did they send it? To a very expensive pharmacy I had never used, in a hospital in another part of town. I’ve been going to this doctor over 20 years, and have used the same pharmacy the entire time. All of a sudden they’re sending refill requests somewhere else. So now it’s late Monday, I’m out of the medication, and still waiting for my pharmacy to receive the refill order.
Dear BIL, unless I’ve asked you when is a good time to call you, don’t text me with your availability out of the blue and tell me to call you at a specific time without making sure I’m free because you need to talk to me. I talk to you, what, twice a year? That’s not an accident, buddy.
Even douchier is when I do call you, somewhat worried that something is wrong, you tell me you’re not available and give me yet another time to call you and get mad at me when gasp I don’t call you at that time because I’m fucking working, you shithead.
Then when we finally do connect, you complain about my older kids’ language around your younger kids at Christmas. The “language” in question? My 13 year old said, “What the heck?” and you felt it was too close to “What the hell.” Similarly, “Darn” is just too close to damn for you and you’re worried preschool will think badly of you if your kids say those things.
Seriously, if you think those are the things people think badly about you for, you’re in for an amazing awakening. Shall we start with the fact that your youngest (5 yo) tells you both to Shut UP and then spits in your faces and slaps you? Or maybe that your eight year old still throws tantrums when you take the phone away? No? Could it possibly be problematic that your eldest chokes his brother and slams his head into the wood floor and his brother retaliates by sitting on his chest and hocking loogies into his face? In public? 'Cause let me tell you, if your kids act like that, saying darn or heck is the very least of your worries.
I lost my USB drive. So small, yet so terribly important. Woe is me.
Also, instead of tissues, use babywipes/wet wipes.
Shiva my cat is 15+ years old. He has had IBD for years and was recently diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. In the last year or so, he’s gone from a healthy 11-12 lbs to a bit over 6. Skin over bones.
The last pound he lost over the course of October. I took him in to the vet because he wasn’t eating and he was throwing up bile. So the vet said, take him off the hyperthyroid meds, add this anti-nausea med because IBD is a very bad thing for cats, and we’ll put him on this Science Diet Biome canned food, which is even more expensive than the W/D cans and is also in smaller cans (2.5oz versus 5.5). I was to keep an eye on his feeding and reintroduce the hyperthyroid meds if his appetite picked up.
In the last couple of days I’ve halved his anti-nausea (doctor’s orders, he hasn’t been blupping) and reintroduced half his hyperthyroid. Today he got an entire dose of the hyperthyroid.
He has eaten THREE of the cans of the Biome yesterday and today, which is 7.5 oz PER DAY, and he is currently screaming for more food.
I think he’s put on a bit of weight which is supposed to be impossible when hyperthyroid, but his ribs don’t feel quite so prominent, but ye GODS CAT SHUT THE FUCK UP I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE. His yowls are very, very loud, and he can keep it up for an hour or more at a time. I’m ready to strangle him.
ETA: purplehorseshoes, when my nose gets like that I make sure what I have are the ultrasoft Puffs tissues and I apply something like Neosporin with a topical anesthetic. The Neosporin is protective and prevents infections, and the anesthetic, obviously, dulls the pain. Some people can’t use the Neosporin, but the important bit is the topical anesthetic and something that can protect the cracked skin.