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“actual gaming” = not toy? :dubious:
But for the record, I hate hate hates “mobile” sites and avoid them if at all possible with my iPad. The only thing I hate worse (and I’m looking at YOU, Straight Dope!) is when they insist on telling me I can use their fucking APP instead of looking at their website. Fuck your App and the retarded semi-professional programmers it rode in on.
Oh, and I was in bed and asleep by 8pm last night and slept over 10 hours. May do the same tonight. Still using cough drops like my life (and throat) depends on it. Over three weeks on this crap and it can go the fuck away.
I’d give anything to sleep for 10 hours. Or even a few hours.
My right upper arm hurts so much that it keeps me awake or else wakes me up. Tylenol and Aleve do not help. Started acupuncture and seeing regular doc tomorrow. Gonna try ibuprofen since I am desperate…even though it gives me nosebleeds.
Can I also add sites that keep telling me to use their app instead of direct links when I have the everloving app installed but can’t use it with direct links. Also website apps that don’t allow you to copy in direct links making me actually work to read an article I really only had a passing interest in anyway.
Words were hard for my brain this morning. Gaming like Call of Duty or Elder Scrolls versus Candy Crush or Bejeweled. Games that really wouldn’t work on a tablet.
She says as she hunts for Easter Eggs on the Neopets site.
I totally got what you meant. There’s serious gaming and then there is playing angry birds on your cell while you are standing in line.
My rant: the palms of my hands are peeling. They have been for a month and I just cannot figure it out. Its only the palms of my hands, so it must be something I’m touching. I’m not touching anything new that I can think of. I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday, but if anyone has any suggestions I’d love to hear them.
(Hand soap is the same as I always use. Dish soap hasn’t changed, laundry stuff hasn’t changed and even if it did, it’s only on the palms of my hands. New kittens, but again, its only on the palms of my hands. We are baffled.)
You know those days when your daughter is 2 and draws on the freshly-painted walls with permanent markers; or she’s four and has called you “MommyCanIHave?” a thousand times in the past 45 minutes; or maybe 13, and ridiculously melodramatic and scatterbrained and brilliant, but waited until 10:30 pm to tell you that she needs an asparagus costume for school tomorrow? And you’re mentally counting how many years until you can legally make her go take care of herself? Yeah, that has its drawbacks, too…
My nearly-22-year-old daughter is a drug addict. Heroin. How does a smart, funny, talented, beautiful girl from a solidly middle class background become a heroin addict? How does she go from college scholarships to living in an extended stay motel with the latest boyfriend? (I know, I know: the commonest reason is that kids develop addictions to prescription pain pills, but heroin is so much cheaper. It’s a rhetorical question.)
I’m currently chatting with her on Facebook. She’s incensed that she went to the ER today for foot pain (“I think it’s stress fractures!”) and they declined to give her anything stronger than Tylenol, because (gasp) staff thought she was a drug seeker. She’s hinting quite strongly that I should help her out by sending some $$$. I decided about a year ago that I can’t do that any more. I have paid a small bill for her (directly to the company,) I’ve ordered pizza and had it delivered to her three states away. I have told her that we will buy her a plane ticket to come here and live with us while she gets her finances together. But I won’t send money. Her father, her aunt, and both of her grandmothers have also reached the same conclusion.
Naturally, she doesn’t really want to come here, with a cop for a stepdad and a narcotics K9 boarder. But she isn’t welcome at her dad’s house anymore, after a few thefts. Same for her grandparents and her aunt. My brother would take her in, but he also wouldn’t put up with her bullshit, so here we are: my beautiful little girl is living in a flophouse with the third fiance of 2014. Emergency room staffs recognize her specifically, and won’t give her drugs. She can’t even hold down a job at a pizza joint (or a shoe store, or that other shoe store, or the paint and body shop, or all those other jobs she has had in the past 1.5 years.) She has defaulted on her student loans, her car got repossessed, and I’m sure she has sold or pawned her grandmother’s engagement ring. I wish there were anything I could do except worry…
flatlined, ringworm is a real possibility - it can definitely cause localized skin peeling.
I’m sorry, Lacunae Matata. That’s got to be one of the hardest things a parent may find herself having to say and to live with.
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This rant is officially not mini. At all. I can’t really imagine anything harder.
make sure you are getting enough Niacin, that can cause skin on your hands to peel.
Goddamn fucking Google Maps not showing public transit at the place where I want to go to! First it crashes my browser and then it won’t show fucking transit. How am I supposed to go anywhere today now? :mad: Plus, it’s fucking slow.
And now Number One Daughter messages me that Fiance of the Month has been incarcerated. For shoplifting. Whee! Oh, and he has a couple of bench warrants from a couple of speeding tickets that he forgot about until just this moment. (No, honey, I’m not bailing him out. I understand that he needs to go to work, but I don’t have a thousand dollars to risk on this loser.)
My offer to her still stands: if she wants financial help, I will buy her a one way plane ticket to Georgia, or I will send my brother to get her and bring her here. We will house and feed her as long as necessary, help with transportation, help her get on her feet and get clean. But we won’t send money.
Sigh.
My rant is very mini. I got my period today, a few days earlier than expected. That’s not the rant. The rant is that means next month I will be on my period during my annual pagan festival camping trip. :mad: Here’s to hoping my perimenopausal utreus decides to skip a month…
I discovered the Personal Rep through my insurance company I was assigned when all this medical crap started up is no longer covered by said insurance. Trying to maneuver through all of this has been difficult, and she has been a godsend. Not anymore. Of course, I only found out when I called her to find out whether the surgeon I’m supposed to see next week is covered. Nope. Not one penny. And another doctor I had been seeing for another related issue? Switched to only partially covered. I can’t afford the 50% out of pocket for a needle biopsy and ultrasound, so need to switch that doctor.
The surgeon is the problematic one. I’m supposed to have the fistula done so I can start dialysis. The doctor my nephrologist wants me to see is the one they use all the time, have a close relationship with… and we need to start this process NOW as I’m down to a whopping 8% kidney function.
At least I should be glad the Insurance Rep told me she couldn’t talk with me until AFTER she answered all of my questions.
Lacunae - I’m sorry you’re dealing with that. My kid is only a few years younger, and I’ve seen way too many of her friends go down the path your daughter is on. I wish you strength.
Lacunae, I’m sorry you’re having to deal with that. It makes my daughter (just turned 21) look like a saint. I’m a pretty lucky parent, overall.
Small comfort is all that can be offered, and rather cold comfort at that. But I know quite a few recovered addicts. Fully recovered, clean and sober, healthy, and with a stone cold, stainless steel sanity that can’t be dented. It happens, and it happens frequently, it seems as if one day they just say “Fuck this shit.” and step one is taken. People just get sick and tired of waking up sick and tired.
That’s what I’m hoping for - one day, she’ll be tired of this crap. I’m not judging her, I’m trying to not alienate her. I want her to know that, when she’s ready to take the necessary steps to be well, I will walk right beside her. I’ll hold her hand, and I’ll love her, and I’ll be her biggest cheerleader. But I can’t drag her to or carry her over the finish line - she has to complete this marathon herself, and for herself.
Periods can just go screw off and die. 
I hate them so much.
I don’t even want kids. I wish I could just have my uterus removed, but I heard that you can’t just have an elective hysterectomy.
Oh, and this…yes ringworm is a very real possibility, and one that I didn’t think about. I don’t think its ringworm, but I’ve never seen it on a human, only on cats. That would be such a nightmare, I think I’m going back to not thinking about it until I see my doctor.
adhemar Thank you. I wrote that down on my list of stuff to ask the doctor. (I like going armed with lists because otherwise I forget stuff.)