Is that the stuff (or one of the products anyway) that claims to get rid of all the mysterious toxins that are making you fat? I hate, hate, hate hearing about toxins. I swear, if you asked these schils what they were, they’d have no idea. Eat some fiber, take a shit and then go for a walk. Ta-dah! Toxins gone!
Why the hell do you think I can magically give you a number to charge a fucking prize to when I was absolutely not involved with getting this expense approved? I’m not going to pull some random recognition billing code out of the list when I have no idea where the stupid thing was budgeted from. Ask the moron who organized the drawing–IF he got approval through the appropriate channels, HE will know where to charge the prize to.
Ok, Pain, it has been two weeks now. GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME!
I’m down to three Vicodin and about a dozen Flexiril. No Refills.
It’s fucking hot out, and I can’t go for a walk in this, because the meds make me feel hot even when I’m not outside. They just make it worse when I’m in the heat. I turn into that guy from the deodorant commercial, only with water running in rivers down my face and the back of my head.
Then on a whole 'nother level, it’s my right arm that hurts, and I’m a right handed guy.
And then there’s the prospect of a third week ahead being in constant pain and having to deal with the occasional stupid angry irrational customer, for which I have NO patience when I’m in this much pain.
Oh, and because I just completed bankruptcy, I have NO MONEY to take any further medical steps. I blew my small wad of backup cash getting this checked out last Monday.
I was in a similar position when I fucked up my neck really badly a couple of years ago (although they didn’t even give me any pain meds, the fuckers), where being in constant pain had me microns away from snapping at everybody constantly, and seeing a massage therapist made a huge difference. I know you said money’s tight, but depending on what’s injured and how, it could be worth it.
Self-fulfilling prophecy, of course. Three days later and still no resolution. I’ve been told four times now about their fucking renovations: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR MESS! They are apparently not checking to see if their fax machine is working or not. The pharmacy has faxed the request three times now and I checked to make sure it’s the right number, so it’s the clinic idiots who can’t get this straight. Called again today and gave them hell. I swear I’m going to go over there and choke the shit out of somebody.
I feel your pain, Chimera (well, mine was my stomach, not my shoulder). Almost a year of daily stomach pain before the doctor figured it was probably IBS, and something I’m eating is triggering it (I think I’ve figured it out - mustard and black pepper seem to be my triggers). Pain when I ate, pain when I was hungry, pain when I woke up, pain when I went to bed, pain waking me up in the middle of the night. It just grinds you down. Sending pain-soothing thoughts your way.
So… why are you still faxing the prescription? Clearly if they haven’t gotten it right yet, they’re not going to. It’s extra hassle on you and you shouldn’t *have *to, but at this point it seems like your best option is to have the pharmacy actually hand you a physical copy of the script, which you can then carry to the clinic yourself.
If there are parts of a post you quoted that you’re not actually replying to, especially including previously quoted posts… FUCKING DELETE THEM BEFORE YOU POST YOUR REPLY.
In fact, the more you can cut down the post you’re quoting, the better. If you can get it to one or two sentences that will quickly remind people of the gist of the post you’re responding to, that’s fucking PERFECT.
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
I don’t do the faxing; the clinic and the pharmacy do that between each other. I’ve called several times to both the pharmacy (who has also called the clinic) and the clinic, spoken to various employees who assured me they would take care of things, went to the clinic and was ignored for an hour, can’t get an audience with the doctor, and am righteously pissed off at the moment.
Goddamned son of a mutherfuckin’ BITCH! My leg hurts from calf to hip and my knee is swelling up nicely (the bruises on my other shin aren’t too big a deal). You know those tiny carts they have at Wal*Mart (half the size of a regular shopping cart)? Well, they tip over real easy. REAL easy - I was driving one off a curb, and it tipped over and I basically fell on the cart with my knees and shins. I’ve got the icepack on my knee now, but it’s really starting to hurt.
Those tiny carts have a sign saying not to put your kids in them - seriously, don’t. They tip over far too easily.
The “funny” part? This happened in the handicapped parking zone. They put the curbs that slope downwards sideways there, and I was going straight, so the curb was full height. I guess no person in a wheelchair is ever going to try to go straight like I did. :rolleyes:
Right, I get that you personally are not faxing. I’m just saying, the pharmacy has tried faxing the script over three times now, and it’s not getting through. Personally, that would be my cue to get a physical copy of it from the pharmacy, march it over to the clinic, and politely but firmly raise a stink until I was taken care of. Because right now, it doesn’t matter if the pharmacy should be able to fax the script–they clearly can’t. So doing the same thing again is going to be just as futile.
On the front page of today’s paper: “Is Congress Too Busy to Honor Gamecocks?”
Well I certainly fucking hope so!
Well, my knee is stiff and sore. If I was a person who bruised, my legs would look like a sunset. As it is they’re just lumpy and sore. I went back to Wal*Mart to let them know that their shopping carts are dangerously unstable, and you can probably imagine how that conversation went; “I don’t think we’re liable for that.” Look, I’m not looking to build a court case here; I just thought you might be interested in knowing you have dangerously unstable carts. I forgot who I was talking to, though. My bad." Maybe once a baby or an old lady with fragile bones is seriously injured they’ll get more interested.
Ouch. Have to say, I can’t believe they didn’t escort you out of the building immediately upon telling them you were hurt on their premises.
But most of the virulently homophobic congressmen seem to find the time.
Have you ever tipped one of these carts before? Have you ever seen anyone else tip one? If you’re talking about the type I think you are, I have neither tipped one nor seen anyone else do so. If they were so “dangerously unstable,” I’m sure it would be happening much more often. Is it possible that you just had particularly bad luck?
And I say this as somebody who’s chronically clumsy (and gave myself nasty bruises similar to yours a time or two when I wasn’t careful enough pushing a top-heavy, very tall, metal bakery cart across a street–until I learned to (a) *pull *them over bumps and (b) jump the hell back if they started tipping over).
She’s talking about the smaller ones, and I agree, they can be very unstable outside of the store.
I know we’re not talking about standard, full-sized carts. I’m picturing the smaller ones that have popped up in recent years (IIRC I first saw them in Japan in 2004). They’re about the same height as a normal cart, but only about half the length. They either have one or two baskets (stacked vertically).
Heh - yeah, that wouldn’t have surprised me too much.
Try it yourself - I’ve pushed many a cart over a parking lot curb in my life, and never ended up falling over it before (I’m not a falling over kind of person, either). The carts are just so short that once the front wheels go over, it completely loses stability, and since I was stepping down from the curb too, I was sort of leaning on the cart so it brought me down with it. ETA: I don’t mean that in a snarky way - I am curious if this was just a freak accident or these carts really are dangerously unstable.
I have also had the full-on landing on the knee thing, and that suuuuuuucks. There’s that brief moment when you wish you could blink like Genie and have time go backwards…
I think you need to… uh… reallocate (Yeah! Reallocate!) a few of these bad boys (along with standard carts for a control group) and run some experiments. I think this is going to require crash test dummies.
Get back to us.