Why on earth would you want to trick the test? (Ok, I guess it’d be so that your diet isn’t restricted? So you wouldn’t have to take medicine?) That’s just very, very foreign to me that someone would even go there.
They probably think that getting GD is a sign that they’ve been doing something wrong. :rolleyes:
Because GD is BAD! And if you have it, things can be wrong with the baby! Maybe they think there’s a stigma attached to it? Still, better a stigma than having an enormous baby with extra-high blood sugar at birth.
Really, I have no idea. The only thing I can come up with is, “people are stupid”.
This was my knee-jerk response, too. I would want to know as soon as possible if something was wrong with me that might affect the baby. Jeez. People are idiots.
I wish to God the woman who sits on the other side of me (not the one who’s on a diet, the pregnant woman) would stop saying anything and everything that’s on her mind. Everyone in her row is being subject to a description of her dentist and his microabrasion technique. Oops. My fault - now she’s describing the music in her dentist’s office. Apparently he listens to Aerosmith. And now, the story of her very first cavity. Yay.
Excellent username/post combo there.
And down to -5ºC tonight. Wah. All the poor trees and shrubs and tulips and plants that are trying to grow and getting frozen and snowed on every day.
My feet hurt and the pool is surrounded by a bunch of thin German men who smell of coconut lotion.
Don’t let the dentist fool you, with one simple suprrisng trick discovered by a single mum to lose the belly by following just one simple weird trick that the doctors don’t want you to know to lose 33kgs by UK single mom’s one weird funny tip! Gaaaah FUCK OFF Internet!
Whoever fucking **SPAT **on the treadmill and the **CARPETED FLOOR **beside it in the exercise room of my apartment building, you’re fucking disgusting *and *rude. What next–you have to piss while you run, so you do it in the corner instead of walking 20 feet to the bathroom? Joke’s on you, shitdick: because we have to use our keyfobs to get into the room, the timing I gave the apartment manager plus the fact that you’ve done this more than once means that she’s finally figured out who you are. My only wish is that we could erect stocks in front of the building, so that I might spit on *you *every morning on my way to work.
Could be worse. It could be fat German men who smell of ass.
I fucking hate people who claim something must be done because “the law says so” but can not give a reference. Being told that they can’t give me the reference but “you should be able to find it on the internet” saves their worthless lives only because we are in different countries and you still can’t play WoW from prison.
Wrote to the embassy of the country in question, let’s see if the Dutch paperpushers are less completely useless than the Swiss paperpushers (not a difficult request, the Swiss were as useful as an extra set of legs on a millipede, even though my question for them was “having worked in your country for a year and being now back in Spain, how do I file my taxes for that year, please?” Their answer was “depends”).
Dear Belgium, Country with Two Official Languages,
Why must you make it such a pain in the ass to find government information in the one of your official languages that I might have some hope of reading (French), rather than the one which hardly anyone who isn’t a native speaker would have any hope of reading (Flemish)? I’m not trying to take jobs from Flemish speakers, I swear, nor am I any kind of linguistic imperialist - all I want to do is give my client an actual street address where he can write to request a certified copy of his marriage certificate.
Yours in Babel (not Flanders),
Eva
I want this cold to go away. It seemed like a nice, normal cold until the coughing started. Now I spend a good bit of time in the morning coughing up crap and now my throat hurts again, which probably means that Round II is coming. I want my respiratory system back, dammit!
Fuck school. Fuck final projects. Fuck being an art major which means final projects instead of nice easy tests. And fuck me for being a lazy procrastinating dumb shit. With no alcohol left. Me = sad kitty.
And FUCK FLASH. =>.<=
Also, fuck my easily upset stomach. Yes, okay, I didn’t take my pill yesterday. Stop being nauseous. I’ve taken my pill for today. Stop it. Right now.
Why do you hate Barry Allen? He gave his life so that the multiverse could live!
Comcast
AAAARGGGGHHHH!!!
Thank you.
If I hear about Betty White hosting SNL one more time, I’m going to take four shits and die.
She’s a great lady but why has this been front page news for the past two months?
I mean
WHO
THE
FUCK
CARES
Not the Flash. Flash, as in the software. Because it sucks and it’s hard and my teacher sucks and I’m doing it at the last minute. If the Flash was here (any of them. Haven’t there been like three? … checks wikipedia. Four. Forget the Golden Age one. My bad.)… anyway, if the Flash was here, any of them, that would be awesome, because 1) they’re all really really smart and thus could figure out my homework and 2) even if they weren’t all really really smart, they could just read so fast as to figure it out and help me with it. And that would be awesome. Unfortunately…
For the second time in 10 years, a regional medical center, the Beth Israel Medical Center, has crossed up my records with someone else and I am getting that other person’s bills.
Last time it was for ophthalmic services of some sort, now it is for some kind of procedure on soft tissue of the throat.
Last time I had dozens of phone calls, kept getting promises that they’d take care of it, kept getting rebilled, then they turned it over to a collections agency.
Yeah I’m looking forward to this :rolleyes: