Kidney stones suck, but I guess everyone knew that already. Nevertheless, I hereby go on record as saying kidney stones suck, expecially when one has to drive 250 miles to another location on business while passing one.
Have you tried anything from the Old Navy/Gap/Banana Republic online stores? They have a whole Tall section that features things for the tops like longer torsos, longer arms, broader shoulders, etc.
Better solution: start breaking into his house, since you know exactly when he’s out.
I’m sure you already looked, but did you thoroughly inspect the bottle to make sure there wasn’t a little window anywhere? Sometimes they just include a single narrow transparent vertical strip. Otherwise, sounds like you’re stuck sloshing. Unless you have a scale that measures with sufficient accuracy (e.g., a kitchen one) that you could guesstimate based on that.
When did I become such an annoying driver? I drive down the middle of the road at intersections where two lanes are marked. I only signal half the time. I’ve also started taking wide right turns. What is wrong with me?!
Check your mailbox. Your AARP membership card may have been delivered today.
Are you driveing in Rhode Island?
I feel your pain. I used to get a “quote of the day” email, and the day they sent one claiming that “the problem with a depressed person is that he is full of himself,” I just about put my hand through my monitor.
I accidentally wrote back to the guy who ran the list (I thought I was forwarding the message, but I replied instead), saying “biochemical problems, blah blah blah.” He responded with some weasel words to the effect of, “yeah, OK, but someone with depression can get help, so if he’s still depressed it’s obviously because he *won’t *get help, therefore anyone who is depressed for more than a brief period is selfish.” I wanted to slap him.
I feel your pain, too. I had a small kidney stone working its way out on a flight from Chicago to Albuquerque years ago. At least I wasn’t driving.
Do you live in Florida?
This —> :eek: needs to be FAR bigger to express my reaction to that. Shit, I’ve been depressed all my adult life, and maybe longer, and I am not afraid of dying. (Proven it a couple of times actually…) What an idiot.
Why can’t I get my stupid fucking emotions under control?
There’s a guy (always a guy) I met during my various attempts to meet people to date. He’s cute and funny and we’ve got a lot in common, but there was no real spark. So we just hang and we’re part of the same roleplaying group. That nothing romantic ever occurred was no big. Hell, I’ve even started developing a crush on his roommate, because we seem to be MORE in tune than he and I were.
But we were talking on MSN last night, and he mentioned talking to “a girlfriend” about possibly being involved in an RPG we’ve got running. And he used “a girlfriend” in the same context that I had just a few minutes earlier - a friend who happens to be a girl.
So why, oh why, given all the rest of it, do I still have the knotty, tingly, head-spacey “I’m jealous of this girl” feeling?
Nope.
I do, but I refuse to be that OCD about it.
While driving?!? Holy shit man! Pull over! Call in sick! Something!!
Are you an old guy? Are you wearing a hat? If the answer to both of these questions is yes, the solution is to change one condition or the other. Taking the hat off is probably easier than getting an SRS.
I really hope that some day this guy is in a horrible car accident where he’s completely incapacitated, so I can look down on him lying broken on the side of the road, and point and laugh, because the fact that he’s not moving his broken limbs to call 911 or crawl to a hospitals means that he’s selfish. And probably lazy.
Does part of your brain know something that the rest of you doesn’t?
Well what the hell fun are you, then? Suppose you wouldn’t have followed my *next *suggestion, either, which would to be to dump all of the goop out into another, measured container.
I could look up a radio station that plays smooth jazz instead of pop psychology gabfests, if you like. Just let me know what market you’re in…
No, I wouldn’t hope that. I’d hope that he has a serious depressive episode myself.
My sister thought that my depression was self-inflicted, and that I was just lazy. Then she got struck with it. It’s amazing how her tune changed.
I just got spam from an SDMB member…or someone using her address. And it’s apparent that someone has access to her address book, as I recognize several other SDMB members in CC field. Either she’s spamming, or someone got control of her address. Either situation is very bad.
Probably want to contact her here and there to let her know, so she can get control back ASAP.
Yeah, I sent her a PM, rather than an email. I don’t want to drag her name into this.
It’s probably insecurity, mostly. I don’t have the best track record with female friends, and I’ve got self esteem issues anyway. I’m trying not to see “other women” as this vague, nebulous and slightly threatening Other Entity, but my lizard-brain still hisses when another woman comes into somewhere I feel safe and comfortable and happy.
That’s a helluva good description of depression. Thank you. I must remember that imagery.
There is construction on the main road near my house and it’s fucking up the traffic. Normally, I don’t give a flying fuck about that since I’ve never had my license or owned a car, but the traffic is so bad, it’s backing into my residential neighborhood and making it a PITA to even walk to the bus stop, which is a few blocks on the other side of the main road. This is only the beginning. It’s supposed to get much worse over the next few years. There is major construction planned.
Thanks **Moonlitherial **And also Ferret Herder. I haven’t tried the anti-depressant route yet. I have switched birth control twice now, and am willing to try something different. Part of the problem is the insurance company, but that’s a whole different rant, and I’ve gone from anger to apathy about that anyway.
I had a run in 2006 where I got migraines about every day for six months or so. It stopped after that until last May, when they flared up again. I’ve been trying different things now for almost a year and while I tried really hard to not let myself think bad thoughts, lately I’ve just had enough. I want my life back.
I always heard that credit unions were better than banks, so I switched in late July. So far, my experience hasn’t been good. They were supposed to mail me a debit card, but I haven’t received it yet. I emailed them and they replied that the original order hadn’t transmitted. They reordered and now I’m supposed to wait another 7-10 business days. Going halfway across town to the nearest branch to get cash is getting real old. At my big bank, I left with my card the day I opened my account.