Millit the Frail, I retract my little pissant complaint in light of yours.
I’ve inadvertently become (minorly) addicted to Tramadol. Which I started taking as needed after ACL surgery because I didn’t want to take oxycodone and the like. I only take maybe 25-50 mg every two days or so as needed, but my stupid body evidently decided that was enough to get me at least partly physiologically hooked. So I don’t sleep for shit now that I stopped taking them. It’s like restless leg syndrome all over my body. My doc says it’s minor and will go away within a few days, but it still sucks to get no sleep and feel all twitchy.
Don’t! This is a venting thread. Vent!!
And, though it’s not kidney stones, I’m sure it hurts like a bitch. :eek:
I have to work with the biggest complainer in the office tonight. Fortunately this is the last night I have to work with her.
I woke up this morning at quarter of five with intestinal cramps. It took a half hour that I could have been sleeping before anything…happened. But, an hour later, I was…productive again After that it occured to me that if I wanted to spend the day at work, which I really needed to, I’d need to drive to the store to buy something OTC since the only stuff I had was expired by a year. I left what seemed to be early enough, but found a guy going 15mph under the speed limit and hit every light red. So I was a few minutes late to work. sigh.
I’m trying, i’m trying d***it, but i’m at the end of my rope.
Does anyone else feel like they are forced (by life) to be the not-important-just-comic-relief second character? Now that lead character is gone, you are forgotten by the writers and your world is crumbling slowly away.
My mom and dad are increasingly convinced that they did something catastrophically wrong in raising me.
They are convinced of this not because of, say, the time I flunked out of college, or the time I had to borrow money so I could pay the rent, or that I got rejected to all but one of the grad programs I applied to, or anything like that. No, they think I’m completely useless because A) I think it’s stupid for them to spend hundreds of dollars flying out here in May to see someone hand me a piece of paper while I wear a silly hat and B) I’d prefer not to move back home after graduating college.
Clearly, they must be right and I have no perspective on what’s important.
We think that Security finally caught the guy who’s been (at least once, but might have been responsible for at least 4 thefts) stealing wallets and other valuables from our office in the medical center. One woman whose wallet was stolen a few weeks ago saw someone who looked like him around the office area right before the theft, and he had claimed to be lost as well.
The guy had asked her today about a particular office on the floor, claiming to be lost, but since she thought she recognized him, she called that office - he didn’t show up. She called Security. Then the guy was spotted at the other end of the floor, and caught by Security hiding in a broom closet.
And they couldn’t or didn’t bust him on being in a non-patient area for no good reason. :mad:
There’s a limit to how far we can secure our office area due to the setup and to needing to keep certain doors unlocked, while others don’t lock. So after years of never worrying, now we’re locking everything up all the time, wondering what’ll be next once we have the other stuff locked down. And now I’ll be looking suspiciously at every guy of that general description - or hell, everyone - who claims to be lost (which is common around that area) just because some opportunistic asshole keeps ripping us off.
My vodka box will be getting this treatment.
I have a really painful, burning ‘female problem’. I have a doctor’s appoinment on Monday, but… that’s like…MONDAY. Days away.
Ow.
Just as perspective, and not to tell you what to think, but the fact that you did in fact flunk out of college once probably makes them want to watch you walk because they’re very happy for you.
Now, why my parents made me walk for my masters degree, that I can’t tell you.
Well, the good news is it stopped bothering me about half an hour ago. But that’s because I found out that a friend of mine is being pulled back onto active duty and sent to Iraq.
So in short, fuck.
I have to leave the USA (I have been visiting) for medical treatment that came up unexpectedly. I have no insurance in the US (due to our crappy system here) so have to get to Mexico, Canada or elsewhere for treatment that would cost $10K+ here in the US. Mexico is not far, but I can’t take my rental car there.
I had to put my cat to sleep tonight. End-stage mast cell lymphoma; he was obviously in pain and had stopped eating.
got robbed, they ransacked the bedroom, stole my gun that was the only thing I have from my father and…a clothes basket (no clothes) and another basket (also dumped everything out of it) and as far as I can tell thats everything…posting from the pc they left behind. I will know tomorrow after I get some sleep (and after I reassemble my fucking bed)
weird
Iraq is dusty.
If it’s a UTI, there are some nice OTC meds to kill the pain. There’s one that goes under the brand name of UriStat, among others - phenazopyridine. (Warning - your urine will turn a day-glo orange, and any little drips will stain cloth.)
My 2 year old daughter was diagnosed with rickets. Sigh …
I woke up in the middle of the night–night before last-- with gas. Gas turned into diarrhea. Spent most of the day feeling lousy, although things improved a little after I vomited (all over the bathroom).
Today I am not as sick as yesterday, but I’m not really back up to snuff either.
I burned my hand. I am very unhappy now. I’m typing this with the other hand, inside, w. the kids watching a movie while it is this year’s first day of spring outside. - This is not what I had planned for this sunny Friday w. the kids.