Yeah, but if it’s hot out, *everyone *will be sweaty, so at least you don’t stick out as Menopausal Lady Having Hot Flashes.
Sinuses, will you please release whatever large quantities of snot you’re holding up there? I’ve been dizzy for three days and I had to resort to Flonase today. All it’s done so far is make the back of my throat burny. You have one day to shape up, sinuses, or I shall be taking a spoon to you.
I can sympathize. With me, it was my right ear. It got a little stopped up, but after a couple of days, when it didn’t clear up, I went to the doc. After two rounds of oral antibiotics and antibiotic ear drops (I had TWO separate infections in that ear), and one ear lavage, I was worse than before, and my hearing was so diminished that I had to keep turning my left ear toward people to hear what they were saying. I ended up having to have my ear vacuumed! THAT was a strange sensation, to say the least, but I left the ENT able to hear clearly again!
Hey moron when they tell you to evacuate . . . EVACUATE! Leave. Get out and don’t come back until the smart people tell you it’s safe. You are not stronger than a storm surge.
I hate listening to people in Kill Devil Hills or Fire Island who are probably going to be dead by Monday.
I pit my own brain, for being a traitorous bitch. I spend an awesome afternoon roleplaying with some friends, then just hanging out with a couple afterwards. I feel good, I’ve felt good all afternoon. I’m on the train on the way home, my brain starts sinking. I get lost in thoughts and by the time I’m home I feel maudlin and flat. Damn it all to hell.
Very often this is related to low blood sugar, not stomach, and the quickest relief is with eating protein, not sugar (peanut butter works very well). I am **not a doctor **of course, just someone with years of experience with low blood sugar.
Flonase hijack - I used to worry about using it too much and getting the rebound sinus congestion, but apparently Flonase doesn’t cause that, and it is more effective if you use it regularly. I use it year-round now for my hay fever, and it is working very well.
Here is my very minor, first world whine. Today, I saw a roadside vender who had wonderful cat trees. Sturdy, with colors and lots of perches and hammocks.
The candy apple red was the one that caught my eye and had me stop. He also had a smoky blue one that would match my colors wonderfully. The price was great $130.00. The tree I have in my living room now is ratty and beat up and just ugly.
My choice was…do I buy one, or do I get a litter of kittens fixed. I know that at least 3/4 of the world’s population would love to be in my shoes. I still am whiney because I can’t afford a new cat tree to make my living room look nicer because I need to spend the money to fix cats.
Sierra Indigo, after I have the kittens fixed, I will have $20 left until payday. If you were in the area, I’d use it to take you out for breakfast. We could talk about anything but your brain.
Thanks flatlined, appreciate it 
I dunno what it is. Probably some sort of seratonin thing. I get all happy and brain floaty, then once the good stuff’s gone away my brain goes “UGH HATE”
flatlined, check your PMs.
I had no idea!
I thought it was because my DVD player is so old.
The people who live in Kill Devil Hills know a lot more about hurricanes than you, who do not, think they do. I lived for ten years in eastern NC and I never evacuated for a hurricane*. The tourists should because they don’t know what to do and will run around in circles like headless chickens. The natives know what they’re doing.
Remember, most hurricanes *lose *strength at landfall, not gain it. The destruction from Katrina was caused by the levees failing, not the storm.
If I use Flonase more than once a day, it makes me throw up. It’s my last-resort sinus medication when the neti pot and Sudafed fail. I am glad to report that after a last bout of minor dizziness yesterday, my sinuses finally cleared out this morning. I can breathe! I can breathe!
*Caveat: I did evacuate once after Floyd, but that was for flooding and they shut down the university for two weeks so I had no reason to stay.
I’m one of those unfortunates who are submitted daily to the thousand daily aggravations that are Windows Vista.
I want the default detail view in all my folders to show just these things.
Name.
Date.
Size.
Type.
I don’t care what kind of a folder it is. I don’t want to see just the file name and nothing else. (FTR I almost never use icon views because I like to have the date, size and type laid out for me.) I don’t want to see the f-stop setting, the photographer’s assistant’s car phone (car phone!) number, subject, or subject distance. I don’t want to see the number or names of children, or the main number of the company. Ditto album artist, composers, session musicians, and studio name.
And I especially don’t want to have to click on “Choose Details” nearly every time I open my Documents folder, and wade through that long list of fields to find:
Name.
Date.
Size.
Type.
Hey, Microsoft, are you paying attention? These are the fields I want for my folder displays.
Name.
Date.
Size.
Type.
And yeah, I’ve read the fixes for this that you can find all over the Internet. And I’ve applied the fixes, but they never stick for very long.
I was really thrilled when my husband got hired at the university. Excellent benefits, excellent pay, and getting back to work after almost a year of unemployment were really beyond anything we expected. Except that 2 months later they determined his position wasn’t really necessary any longer and laid him off. They said they won’t contest unemployment but he wasn’t working there for 2 quarters so he isn’t eligible for unemployment for this job, which means we are now down to just one income.
This wouldn’t be the worst thing ever except our insurance costs are going up 20% at our renewal on December first and we are going to be adding a newborn baby to the family, which means we will be paying more for insurance than we do for rent. My income will be able to cover 100% of insurance for the family and 100% of rent but that is it. Unfortunately my employer doesn’t offer any pay for maternity leave and I’m not eligible for FMLA (small business with less than 50 people) so the 8 weeks I get off unpaid will eat through a significant portion of our savings if my husband isn’t working by that point. I really don’t know what we are going to do. We aren’t eligible for any kind of government benefits because my salary is too high but when 50% of your income is taken up by keeping your newborn baby and diabetic husband insured it doesn’t seem like very much at all.
No, we do not ‘need a man,’ thank you very much.
This is a volunteer gig, and I will take any and all help I can get. I’ll gladly accept help from any person of any gender, any faith, any age, any income level, any eye color, and any opinion on the Ginger vs. Mary Ann issue.
The gig will involve reaching things on high shelves and moving heavy objects. If I physically cannot do it, I will ask for help. I do not care if the help comes from a man, a woman, a child, or a Klingon – as long as they are physically able to help.
Thank you, person in charge, for offering to ‘make sure we have a man to help with the heavy stuff,’ but I’ll take anybody you’ve got. And I’ll do a lot of it myself. If I can split firewood with a splitting block and a sledgehammer, I think I can handle a hand truck loaded with four cases of paper.
Gah! I get so sick of having this conversation!
Damn - that really sucks! I know you had mentioned that you were thinking about quitting your job when the baby came - I guess the bright side to this is that he was laid off before you quit your job. Fingers crossed that he can get back to work quickly.
I did. I just posted here so I could tell you that I’m now one of your biggest fans 
The toilet in the bathroom I share with the male roomie (who isn’t here this week) is leaking down onto our neighbor’s ceiling. Male roomie was visiting yesterday when the neighbor came to tell us and, since both female roomie and I have recently contacted the flat’s manager re. several mishaps, he’s going to do it.
We’ve closed the water supply to that toilet, which means I’ve got to use female-roomie’s bathroom.
She gets dressed in there, and the room is too tiny for two people to be there at the same time. I don’t know whether it will be because I move to another job or to another flat, but I’m definitely moving out and Jesus ona pogo stick, this morning I was sorely tempted to barge in and go all “oh, I’m so sorry!” after slamming the door into her. You do NOT impede the access to the toilet of a woman over 40!
You got THAT right! I remember one night at karaoke when I had to make a bathroom run and I didn’t lock the door to the stall. Of course, someone pushed open that door and got embarrassed and apologetic. I told her it was my fault, but at my age I’d only had time to do one thing–either lock the door, or take down my jeans! She laughed and agreed that I’d made the right choice!
If it’s really that big a deal, it’s kind of a self-correcting problem, i’n’it.
Ugh, this this this.