Congratulations, Silver Fire!
Do you find it makes your house smell like woodsmoke? I like the idea of burning wood for heating and cooking, but I hate the smell of woodsmoke.
You know it’s a stressful morning when it’s 8:30 before you relax enough to fart.
Congratulations, Silver Fire!
Congrats SilverFire!!
Congratulations Sicks Ate!
First, congrats Silver Fire!
Now, the rant portion of the evening. My daughter (age 20) went with her youth group to this place called SkyZone. It’s a giant indoor trampoline place. She, in her Tigger-like bouncing, decided to dive into the “foam pit” in a method not advised by the proprietors. She twisted her neck down and to the side. She came home able to turn her neck, but dammed unwilling to due to the pain.
So, we got to take a trip to the doc-in-a-box. She didn’t break or crack anything (thank FSM), and they didn’t see any nerve impingement, so she’s just going to hurt like hell for a few days, and live on NSAIDs and muscle relaxers. Oh, and one of those foam cervical collars. And they may have found a congenital abnormality in a couple of her cervical vertebrae; they advise a follow up CT scan.
(This is the part where I sound like an awful mother.) I didn’t get anything done I wanted to tonight, and for a few days we get to have a hypochondriac drama queen wander around with a visible disability, soliciting sympathy, which she will eat up with a spoon. It’s going to be a long fucking weekend.
Stupid shitty crotch.
I had a Bartholin gland excision a few years back and have developed a drainage tract along the incision site. They put me on antibiotics, and it cleared up, only to reappear and get worse than ever as soon as the antibiotics stopped. Rather than dick around with unsuccessful antibiotics for ages, my gyno went on and referred me to a pelvic surgeon for “definitive treatment.” This is doctor speak for “having my hoo-ha flayed open.”
I waited three weeks for my appointment with the surgeon, only to have him decide to try me on another course of the same antibiotic, but this time with aggressive hot compress therapy. So now I not only have an inflamed, draining tract on my bits, I have to marinate them in the hottest water I can stand multiple times a day. And the damn antibiotics are tearing hell out of my stomach, even taking them with food. I’m sitting here trying not to hork right now.
Today’s my last full day on the antibiotics, and I have a recheck tomorrow. Today the tract is reduced but still palpable, and when I was palpating it I got a splort of purulent ick. This means that the soaks and pills aren’t getting the job done, and I’m going to have to have the hoo-ha flaying after all.
DO NOT WANT.
Thanks! I think he’s pretty fantastic.
Aww! Sweetie pie!
I suppose if it were not an airtight wood stove it would make the room smell like smoke [it only does that if someone oopses and closes the chimney and opens the firebox] but it doesn’t. Though I do like the smell of woodsmoke outside.
There are a lot of less expensive airtight woodstoves, and stoves that burn little wood nubbins created from leftover sawdust, or even dried field corn as heat. My stove ran me just over $3000US and is a fairly specialized one. I have seen airtights as inexpensive as $500US, and media burning stoves for around $800 [they have mechanisms to trickle the media to be burned into the firebox automatically, or they have manual ones that you have to load every few hours.]
I did not know what a Bartholin Gland was, so I looked it up.
:eek: x 100
I hope you have a successful flaying and a speedy recovery because, yeah, that sounds incredibly painful and I also do not want.
Dear slug-pig MDs: It takes less than 30 seconds to get a new pot of coffee brewing in the lounge. Open cupboard, grab filter and pre-measured bag, empty bag into filter, throw out old one, add new, hit button. You are not preserving valuable time in a rush to save lives, or you wouldn’t stand around gabbing. And no, leaving three drops of coffee in both Pyrex pots does not excuse you. Lazy bastids.
On the bright side, I successfully dodged through a marital minefield this morning. Mrs. J. asked “What would you improve about me?” Uh-uh, no way. I’ve been a husband far too long to fall for that one. (“Do these pants make me look fat?” is a breeze by comparison).
Dear CrazyCatLady:
I also had to look up Bartholin Gland.
All I have to say is
OW OW OW OW OW
Hope you are better soon!
ETA on first draft I misspelled gland as glad. Not really, huh?
Yay ** Silver Fire**!
Never had a Bartholins gland problem, but I’ve had enough lady part zits to be able to say FUCKING OUCH.
Congrats, SilverFire! He’s a cutie!
CrazyCatLady, you get all the hugs because once I looked up what that gland was, I spent several minutes shuddering. I’ve had weird zits, shaving cuts, ingrown hairs and one particularly memorable burn incident when the batteries in my vibrator exploded … and I am going to thank Og for them, because what you’re going through sounds horrifying. And while flaying of the hoo-ha (va-jay-flay?) sounds like medieval torture, hopefully it will end your problem once and for all.
And since this is a rant thread, Fuck This Week. I’m so glad it’s Friday.
Why “flaying”, when a much nicer term (“marsupialization”)* is available? :dubious:
You’ll be swinging through the trees again in no time.
*link not for the super-squeamish.
tsk tsk tsk
The very light smell of wood smoke on a cold overcast day is Nirvana to me.
Good GOD!!! I just want my trash picked up. I should be able to find someone to do that , right?
I just moved in to a new house far from my Los Angeles home. I need to set up an account with whoever picks up the trash. I should be able to find that name pretty quickly, what with phone books and the interwebs and all that. It is a city service. I should be able to find that info on line and get a gorram telephone number. But NO. NO! You get nothing! YOU LOSE! Good Day Sir! To get a number, you must follow the golden path and defeat the wicked witch!
I am not squeemish, but why in hell did I open the link :eek:
Depends where you are, just go to Waste Management’ssite and you will probably find someone local to you. Unfortunately I no longer work for my old waste management company and their database, so I can’t help you directly but WM tends to have companies all over the damned place. If you will let me know what community you moved into, I might be able to hit the net and find one that I remember as being decent, unless you moved to Fort Huachuko, because the only company that hauls within 50 miles IS Waste Management…