I really HATE my nose. Or sinuses. Whichever. I wake up every morning and spend a good part of the day feeling as if I’m going to heave if I move wrong thanks to this post-nasal drip/allergies. And yes, I’m taking something to dry things up, which helps but takes time to take effect.
BAH!
Back from the cabin. It was somewhat sad. We used to have 12-14 people up there, this time it was only Mom, me, and TheKid. Mom and Sis are not talking. My oldest nephew and family are packing and couldn’t spare the time. Youngest nephew and family have distanced everyone from them since they had a kid. It was pretty quiet.
Until Sunday, when I managed to fracture my big right toe. Mom and I argued about going to the hospital. I refused, citing the $150 co-pay. She said she’d pay, but she’s broke too. Ended up going to Urgent Care yesterday, they confirmed fracture, buddy taped my toes, gave me a walking clog (that I cannot walk in either!). I have no shoes that I can comfortably wear. Blargh.
Look, you fucking idiots. I know you’re “math” people and not “language” people, but this isn’t that fucking complicated. It’s a three-syllable word, and two of them have the same vowel. Okay, now, say it with me.
SU. DO. KU. Sudoku. Sudoku, sudoku, sudoku.
Not sokudu, not suduko, not sukudo. FUCKING. SUDOKU.
Oh, the problem is cats? That’s different, then.
WTF, get out of my childhood bedroom, you creeper. 
If you’re so retarded you can’t figure out the difference between calling a cell and calling a landline, you don’t deserve to speak.
Have you tried OTC allergy medications? Taking an antihistamine might help with the itching.
Honestly, I don’t understand how anyone still uses IE that isn’t literally forced to (e.g., they’re at work and can’t install programs on their own computer).
This made me giggle, since eppy is one of my online nicknames (from eponymous, a username I use most other places).
You know, I’ve always thought that Schlotzsky’s sounded like a euphemism for diarrhea. “Oh, man, I’ve got such a bad case of the Schlotzsky’s, I was on the toilet for two hours”
I don’t understand why anyone would go anywhere for a broken toe. It’s a fucking toe. All they’re going to do is tape it up, and you can do that yourself with a run to the drugstore for a roll of surgical tape. Voi-fucking-la, you’ve just saved yourself $148.
I can see going in for a broken toe if you’ve broken it in such a way that you’re worried it’s majorly screwed up and might require surgery - like the bone might be seriously shattered or very displaced, for instance.
Not that going to the ER guarantees anything - I was taken in as a preteen when I was at a summer park dept recreation event (no parent there; they called an ambulance and sent me out) and had broken the toe next to a big toe. I thought it was broken because it hurt like hell and was bent somewhat over the big toe (not twisted or anything, just overlapping a fair amount). ER doc looks at the x-ray by holding it up to the overhead light, says it’s not broken, just sprained, stay off it. I think ‘wth?’ and my annoyed mom takes me home; she subscribes to the “tape it” theory and was peeved about the bills we’d be getting.
Later, my pediatrician looks at the x-ray and says ‘yup, that was broken’ and shows me the break clearly visible on the x-ray. :smack: I understand the ER was busy that day with things way more important than a scared preteen with a crooked toe, but I’m a tad bitter that a more careful doc would have avoided leaving me with a foot that can’t wear certain shoes with small toeboxes (the toe healed a bit elevated from what it had been) or presenting me with the notion that the only way to fix it was to get it rebroken - and the attendant worries of pain, cost, method, etc.
The other toes over the years have all been easy “tape it” calls for me, at least.
Primary reason for my mom wanting me to go to the hospital? She suffers from worrywortitis. TheKid wanted me to go for the wifi. Seriously. Wifi.
It looked pretty nasty, I do have to say myself. You know in cartoons, when the person whacks a thumb with a hammer and the thumb swells ridiculousy and throbs? That’s how my toe looked. The swelling has gone down some, but it’s still supersized.
On the plus side, no in office meeting for me tomorrow (since I’m shoeless)! And one of TheKid’s friends is going to mow the lawn for me (TheKid can’t, hideous allergies)!
Son of a whore. Scratch on my right eyeball. Tiny scratch. How can so much pain be caused by a tiny scratch?
Welcome to Camp No Fun, population Snickers.
This sucks.
When I have to remember things for the next day at work I write on my hand. My co-workers call it my palm pilot.
Atropine eyedrops, if you can get 'em. kaylasmom swears by them. Corneal lesions SUCK.
I think MissTake is there with you. 
My rant du jour - we’re going on vacation for a week tomorrow - so our bank decided to have an upgrade now, and my bank card isn’t working. They have an issue where PINs with five digits don’t work, but PINs with four digits do. I couldn’t buy my mom’s groceries earlier today for housesitting* (she had to pull out her own card and buy them herself), and we had to rush over to the bank to get some cash out in person because we didn’t think my husband’s card would work either. Turns out his card works fine, so crisis mostly averted, but I won’t have a working bank card for the first part of our holiday, if not all of it. Bah.
*I could have used my VISA card, but I just got a new one with a chip in it, and I completely overlooked memorizing my PIN. I stuck it in the machine and went, “Oh, shit. I guess I need that PIN that’s on the card at home in my office.”
Do you struggle with the concept of “habit”?
Hey thanks, you stupid barely adult little cuntstain. 40mph in the left lane of a 50 zone, past four SPEED LIMIT 50 signs, flipping the bird and various gang signs at everyone passing you (which wasn’t too many of us), running your mouth the whole time.
Hope you get what you deserve.
My husband calls it my redneck palm pilot. I’ve been using mad quantities of hand sanitizer lately to avoid spreading this virus at work, so I have to check carefully before rubbing it in - I’ve absently wiped away my notes several times over the past couple of days.
Those of you who are irritated by my posts may have noticed an upswing in my activity lately. I am here to Pit the reason - my worthless no good excuse for a body.
In early July, I was bitten/stung several times in the left thigh by yellowjackets, and so couldn’t do much of anything for about a week. Except sit in front of the computer.
In late July, I fell on a boulder and badly sprained my left ankle. More sitting around.
In early August, the big bruises on my shin from that fall turn into bad infections. More sitting around.
Just now I came home from getting a cortisone shot in my shoulder as I have not slept more than 3 hours in days due to the pain from calcium lesions in my tendons there. I am not supposed to use that shoulder for the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow. More sitting around.
Add that we have had unusual heat and humidity and yeah - more sitting around.
I apologize to anyone that I may have driven crazy by my far more frequent presence here, but I literally don’t have anything else to do!
:smack:
I tend to disagree with you on just about everything, but finely-tuned ironic self-awareness like this pushes you far up my scale of Somewhat-Admired-Dopers in spite of that disagreement. Well played.
It would be a little difficult to be unaware that there are Dopers that think I have my head up my ass… 
Yeah, but the fact that you make light of it instead of going all bittercakes about it is nice.
Mmmm, cake…
Oh sorry. Yeah, I don’t care enough about the opinions of random strangers on the internet to be upset that I stumbled upon a board full of them who happen to disagree with my opinions. I kind of view it like this.
My husband stayed at that camp some years ago. He managed to damage both corneas one time, and I drove him to the urgent care clinic. The doc put some medicine in his eyes, and told him to rest his eyes overnight. So I got to play seeing eye dog. I made him sit down to pee, though. I have no experience in holding wazoos for aiming purposes.
And he did indeed think that this sort of thing sucks.
Young women with straight hair, why do you sit in class and give yourselves impromptu combovers?
Straight hair, parted somewhere near the middle. YW tips her head to her left, then grabs all of her hair from just above her right ear and drags it across the top of her head. Instant combover. The hair gradually settles back into its normal part over the next few minutes. Repeat, though she may choose to combover the other direction for variety.
It’s not just one person, either. It’s a number of them. Just stop touching your hair. Stop touching it. Do a ponytail or whatever it takes for you to STOP FLIPPING IT AROUND CONSTANTLY.
I think if they could see how fucking weird they look with all of their hair to one side like an ancient, balding car salesman in the wind, they’d fucking cut it out.
Had some coloured galahs on the power ,lines outside the home this morning. Woman with a child in a stroller stops and gets the child to look. All is good. I am also watching the galahs.
The child (about 3) is out of the stroller and running into the yard and on the lawn. Not so good, but hey they will be continuing their walk won’t they?
Child is opening my letter box sticking his hand in and removung contents of my letter box whil mother is watching.
Enough! I go outside and nicely ask the child for the stuff he has removed from the letter box. Mother says “Don’t worry, he won’t take anything”.
Don’t worry? You allow your brat to come onto my property and go through the contents of the letter box and all is cool?
(Apart from anything else, I have killed red back spiders in the letter box. A bite from one of those could be fatal to a young child).