Apparently it’s common with sinusitis. It’s either that or it’s cerebrospinal fluid (though that usually looks like water). I personally prefer to go with the former. For one thing, although I tend to develop unusual conditions, but I’d like to think that doesn’t include a spontaneous leak of brain fluid. For another, I’ve had cold symptoms for two weeks, so I’m going with sinusitis. Though I agree - this is the first time I’ve had watery fluid like this. It’s mildly disturbing.
Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m not in rescue so I can kill kittens and puppies. I don’t want to kill adults either. (for the record, by killing, I mean that I tell the vet to do it.) Back before I learned the lesson the hard way, I let a sweet lil feral have 3 litters in a year. I was ignorant, not stupid.
Looks at my post. I never get pedantric or anything! 
So, I went to the orthopedist today for the shoulder that caused me so much boredom that I responded to several of SWG’s post. I have “the most calcium deposits in one shoulder” that he has seen, and I am now to go get an MRI next week. I am actually hoping that it will result in the decision that surgery is the way to go, since the other option is to continue to live with the pain.
Joy…
I like the way you think.
Another mini-rant:
Sometimes I hate being a parent, not because of my kids. I wouldn’t unhave them. But, dammit, I could really do without having to be an adult sometimes. Today I was picking my son up at kindergarten when one of the aftercare workers yelled at him. Really loud. Unnecessarily loud given his actions (he was bouncing around in his seat while sitting at a table). I don’t care if someone talks sternly to my son or raises his voice. Like most little kids, sometimes he just doesn’t listen. But the guy really yelled at him and one of the other kids. Both my husband and I were there and heard it. So we talked briefly to the supervisor, and he’s going to talk to the guy and asked that we also talk to him. Goddamn it, I don’t want to. I’ll do it. But I shouldn’t have to tell someone not to yell at little kids like that. Little kids can be extremely annoying - mine included - but if you’re a professional childcare provider, you don’t yell like that.
I don’t feel like being the glue that holds my family together anymore. Can’t someone else order the damn cake? It’s just a cake. You call the bakery and tell them what you want, and then you go there and they give it to you.
Also if you want to know how your mother is doing don’t call me, call her. She’s your mother too.
Wishing to have strangers cut into your body makes me go all :eek:
The pain must be terrible. You have lots of sympathy from me.
One of my friends had to have back surgery and she said that the worst part wasn’t the pain, it was watching the dust float to the floor and know that she wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.
If you think you are bored now…
In other news, I am not a proper friendly kitten foster person. My kittens got moved to a different home and I now have ferals again. Tony and I are the only ones who foster ferals, so the director always takes the easy ones away from us. I’d complain, but who else would take them?
Believe it or not, the last month before my surgery (detailed in another thread), I was all “let’s do this!” about it. I wanted it OVER, not just because it needed to be done, but because I was just so damn uncomfortable all the time. It’s pretty weird, yes, to think about people slicing you open and have your reaction be “ALRIGHT!”
I have chronic sinusitis (cracked a sinus cavity 29 years ago, never healed correctly). I know you feel mizzerbub. I’m at the point where if I don’t catch it quickly, it spreads to my ears and salivary glands. Can’t hear, can’t breathe, and can’t eat/swallow. Get lectured by the doctor - yeah, yeah, if I quit smoking I will never have an infected noggin, unicorns will crap Skittles, and I will win the lottery. Just write the scrip, okay? Because I smoke, I am not eligible to have my face fixed. I’ve tried multiple times, it’s not easy.
Anti-rant: I love fireworks. Absolutely love them. When TheKid was little, we would go to a different city/county festival every weekend just for the fireworks. My sister works with a guy who, in his spare time, is on a pyrotechnics team. We were invited to a display tonight… with colored fireballs. Colored. Fucking. Fireballs. Followed by over 30 minutes of an amazing display, all from at the fireline. I have mosquito bites in bad places, smell like sulfur, can’t hear for shit, but am such a happy camper at this moment.
Now back to your regularly scheduled rants…
what on earth is that thing before hash 9835?
I try to not let Facebook annoy me.
However… people who think it is so cool to say things are “noice” or post a picture of greasy shit food and say “nom nom nom” are on my shit list.
I turned 42 on Thursday. The geek in me wanted a Douglas Adams themed party, or at least something fun this weekend. New towels would be nice.
But my husbfreind 's business crashed and died a horrible spasmodic death three weeks ago, we are are desperately trying to get solvent, and the timing chain on my car died. (Its been “going” for a while, but because I couldn’t afford to fix it and the car still ran, I let it go too long.) Jewellery for my birthday might be nice but a timing chain wasn’t what I had in mind.
My son made me a very cool card, and I went out for dinner with my parents, and husbfriend did make a nice steak for my birthday. I am not whining. It was ..ok…just not what I had planned. We had a teeny tiny budget eeked out for some fun this weekend, but somehow I lost track of the fact the water bill was coming out on Friday, so that fun budget is totally gone, BUT the water bill is paid.
Also how is it possible that for the last 10 years I have had no birthday sex? One of those birthdays I was pregnant, and one I had kicked my husband out of the house, (and was blissfully contentedly single) but for the rest I have had either a husband, or a boyfriend. And never, ever any birthday sex. 
Just so happens I am free tonight- oh, we are a bit far apart 
Enjoy your birthday. And a timing chain sounds like something you can laugh about in years to come.
As sung by Gord Downie Jr. and the rest of the Tragically Hip?
Cause I sure did.
I would put the blushing embarrassment smilie up but it looks too much like a bj smilie for my taste.
Sorry- I am trying to work “timing chain” and “sex” into some meaningful funny comment.
I will return in two years.
Thanks for the smile, I since it is tomorrow where you are, maybe it is Thursday somewhere else, and I am having a happy birthday there…
But chains… sex… and birthday cake… hmmm… if I was single I would subscribe to your news letter. 
<Giggle> now you have me blushing.
I was thinking more of a timing chain during sex rather than dungeons, just so you know, it all happens at once.
I better have a cold shower. And it is almost Sunday so Confession may be in order.
Except I am not Catholic.
Agreed.
Except my persian french toast I posted a few months ago, but I don’t think I said nom nom
I hate that word.
me neither, and agreed.
Wait, I don’t think flirt threads are allowed in the pit, are they?
Sure they are, but it’s possible someone will pit the flirting.
Happy belated birthday!
Bri2k