[mexican bandit voice]You do h’everything like a pig.[/mbv] 
Well for what it’s worth it seemed clearly to be a joke, not that he was actually suggesting you’d ever do something like that. And, speaking of which, wouldn’t selling narcotic perscriptions be a felony or something?
I’m really sorry - I was totally joking, and it was supposed to be funny because it’s obviously so far from the truth. You seem to be thoroughly dedicated to practicing ethically and caring for your patients, as has been shown particularly in some of the threads you’ve started in the past about providing proper care for patients whom everyone else has neglected. I thought the patent absurdity of you handing out drugs for money was immediately apparent - absurdity being the basis for most humor.
Everyone in this thread - except the OP - has been taking things far too seriously.
RSSchen, I hope it comes back to you soon. I’m 11 months post-partum and still nursing and still not feeling it. Damned prolactin!
Luckily we have a voice of reason telling us how foolish we’ve been. :rolleyes:
I think most people were merely pointing out that there was no real reason to be quite so pissed off at the guy and that although tactless he probably meant well. And luckily enough there was nothing like…
… in the OP to show that anything was taken too seriously by her. Oh, wait…
Pit good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Pit fixed interest mortgage repayments. Pit a starter home. Pit your friends. Pit leisurewear and matching luggage. Pit DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Pit sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Pit rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Pit your future. Pit life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to Pit life. I chose to pit somethin’ else…
Gosh, you’re right. For some reason I’d been confused and thought that she immediately followed the statement you quoted with a disclaimer saying that he’s a wonderful man.
Oh, wait, she did. Nice job with the selective quoting, asswipe.
~shivers~ Oooh. Asswipe. I’ve sure been put in my place!
Having a brainless day, are we Exy?
Nowhere did I claim that she thought he was totally a bad person, but to get pissed off at him for trying to be caring and thoughtful about her sexual needs, saying he was just doing it to feel like a big strong man, that was taking it too seriously.
So, if you need to make up a strawman argument in order for you to get worked up enough to spew spittle all over your screen, maybe you need to cut back on the coffee.
Yeah, I see that now and I definitely overreacted. It’s been a rough week.
Still, that’s not a good reason for me to take it out on others. Sorry I didn’t take your comment in the spirit it was given.
Oh, and, talk about selective quoting!
So even though she doesn’t say he’s a bad man, she does reiterate that this ‘really chaps her hide’. Many of us, calmly, were pointing out that he probably meant well and it wasn’t worth getting that upset over.
But if you need to stroke your ego by pretending to be the only-calm-cool-voice-of-moderation, please go ahead.
Walking briskly five blocks will make me sweat like a pig.
Rubbing one out will make me sweat and squeal like a pig.
Fucking. BRILLIANT!
OP, PPD sucks. Hell, depression in general’s no walk in the park. But be careful with how you let it affect people around you. Nobody else is in your head, they’re not seeing the world through your eyes at the moment–neither are you which is probably why you’re a bit less rational than you might otherwise be. I can say that if your typical response to someone’s inquiry about your health is “Fuck you, you selfish bastard” that you’ll probably not need to worry about PPD in the future.
Depression can make it difficult to believe that anyone might have your best interests in mind. That they are not behaving selfishly. And it welcomes mild paranoia that can twist the meaning of someone’s words to show sinister motives. Dude knocked you up and is hanging around with you even after the baby came. He probably digs you given that his alternative is the free & easy single life. Someone else suggested switching the roles for a minute. If your guy couldn’t climax because of meds, would you be more concerned about your not being able to get him off? or would you be concerned that he’s missing out on part of the enjoyment of sex? Cut the guy some slack. Maybe he is a selfish bastard, but probably not. Unless there’s more to the story that you haven’t shared.
And Mercotan: my right knee hurts and makes a slippery crunching noise when I bend it. Should I treat this with ibuprofin or just see if I can walk it off? 
I’m not saying he is the only calm voice in the thread, but man, tempers have gotten way out of hand over a simple little rant.
Oh, I’d agree. A few posts were definitely over the line in my view. But his original claim was that everybody except the OP (and presumably himself) was overreacting, and that’s just silly. Heck, I still think that the OP overreacted to some tactless concern, but it’s not a major deal. At least she vented here rather than laying into her husband.
You know, in the past, I’ve assumed that you just get carried away about shit, as in that one pit thread where you railed for pages and pages, and folks kept trying to help you see that you were overreacting, that the pit thread wasn’t helping, that you were upset because of a perceived-but-nonexistent insult. I assumed that, probably, when he’s calmer, FinnAgain’s an okay guy.
But you know what? I’ve seen more of you in the interim, and something’s suddenly become clear. You’re just a fucking dick. An egotistical, self-important dick who likes to start fights on the internet.
Go away, FinnAgain. There is nothing served by talking to you, because you’re nothing but a whiny, self-obsessed little brat who likes to find things to get pissy about so he can throw tantrums. The only thing ‘brainless’ about this is my wasting my time speaking to you in the first place.
Mmmm hmmm.
One of the two of us marches into a thread, says that everybody has been overreacting, and when shown that he’s wrong, starts slinging adult insults like ‘asswipe’.
Yeah chuckles, your slinging insults is my fault. You starting a fight? That’s my fault too. Idiot.
Funny, you’re the one who immediately resorted to insults. You’re the one who came in with a holier-than-thou attitude condemning, specfically, everybody in the thread, you’re the one who ignored that the OP was overreacting to her husband trying to show concern and compassion and instead accused me of selective quotiong, you’re the one who still refuses to retract his insults and condemnations, and you’re the one who’s acting like a fucking primmadonna.
I’ve been nothing but calm, while you’re acting like a crazy asshole. Good show.
Wow, sure didn’t expect this response to a little rant. Okay, I will elaborate a bit. First, hubby has some insecurities about sex that accompanied him into this marriage (in another thread ~no link~ I mentioned that he had dated/lived with/been fucked over by Holly Armstrong, sis is Billie Joe of Greenday) and now I have to pay the price. It is this insecurity, I’m sure, based upon 13 years of marriage, that fuels his desire to have me off meds. He thinks, rightly so, that my failure to achieve orgasm will hinder my desire. I do perform the “wifely duties” that he seems to enjoy.
This isn’t the first time he’s suggested that I stop taking mental meds due to this side-effect. The first time was earlier in our marriage, we didn’t have kids, and I caved. That was Paxil, which I wasn’t thrilled with anyway. This time, with the Zoloft, I am another person, who I happen to like. I’m friendly, I speak to people, I’m not shit-scared @ required company functions. I’m not crying out of the blue. I’m not beating myself up over whatever went wrong that day. I’m not a random bitch to him over miniscule infractions. Those are pretty positive results for a med, don’tcha think? I don’t want to stop not feeling like driving into a wall.
So, yes, his request for me to go off my meds that are doing positive things for me (and him, by trickle-down theory) is a thoroughly selfish request.
Whoosh!
RSSchen: Ah, sorry. I should’ve figured that you’d know your husband much better than we would. I guess it was easy for many of us to put ourselves in his shoes… sorry if he’s a schmuck about sex sometimes. Have you tried hitting him? 
P.S. Perhaps in the future you might link to threads like the other one you mention, or just give a tidbit of information about how he’s got a history of doing selfish shit like that? As I’m sure you know, next to fighting tooth and nail about politics, a Doper’s favorite passtime is giving out relationship advice.
Wow, that is a powerful endorsement for Zoloft. In light of your new found happiness with your life let me rephrase your husband’s question. Do you anticipate getting off this drug? I’m wondering about dependancy and the trade offs associated with dependancy.
Oh. In that case, stay on the meds and enjoy your new brain. Fake an O from time to time if you want…or just tell him he needs to try harder. 