Discussion in 'January And Everything After' started by Creole Ned, Jan 7, 2012.
Yahoo! The summoning worked! We didn't even need to move onto the blood sacrifices!
Joking aside, it's great to see you back
Soli-chan! Where were ya?
Soli-chan I MISSED YOU SO MUCH
YOU AND YOUR AVATAR
I could kiss you <3
I am tired of the "___....____....STAHP" meme(?).
It's very, very rarely funny and I see it everywhere and I want it to STOP. Not STAHP. STOP.
You have no idea how appropriate that gif is for this particular moment.
And welcome back, Soli. :)
I am SUCH a sore loser.
Our company bought the app Quiz Board and rebranded it with our flagship magazine Illustrated Science and to celebrate the success we started a company tournament - I made the semi-finals against a colleague on my own magazine and just lost. He was good, but I'm normally just as good, but for some reason everything went wrong and I'm livid. It's just basic variance, but I am not handling it well.
I don't even care about the fucking iPod Touch I won't be getting, it's the principle of it all.
It's why I'll never be really good at poker. Sometimes variance will get you and getting angry won't help your game...
But I am.
Here you go
Raife - why that one?
Seventeen hours after this appointment, I am *still* left with the feeling that the stick in my insides roughly dislodged my left kidney. Or perhaps implanted an alien that's chewing on that particular bit of my insides. In any case, I have learned a valuable lesson from this experience.
And that valuable lesson is "never bloody doing that again unless I absolutely have to."
Hugs all around. Gentle hugs, of course.
Because it's about kids playing games and being melodramatic about it (hi, Hanzii!), and because it's a timeless, catchy song that would be pretty hard to listen to and still stay livid.
Also because random happy.
It was entirely my own decision, and it's for a good cause. Still bloody hurts, though. <hugs back>
I admit to not being used to random happies from you without accompanying snark. <hugs>
This is not normal after an internal ultrasound. You should have felt only a small discomfort (at the most) in the couple of hours following the ultrasound. The doctor must have been really inexperienced/clumsy.
Now, internal ultrasounds with contrast, those are really painful. As in to the point that they have to give you full anesthesia and then when it's over you have to be in bed for the day. Not wishing that on anyone. And I was unlucky. The nurse messed up with the needles when she put me on fluids, so, I ended up in the contrast ultrasound room with a team of doctors waiting for me to fall asleep and nothing happening. Just when my arm started getting a bit too big did they see the problem >.< needless to say at that point I was pretty scared looking at some unknown people talking a very fast swiss-german and having no clue what was wrong. In the end, I had more pain that I should have had after the damn thing and ended up staying the day at the hospital and full of morphine to boot. which got me nausea. not fun!
I am a spinal fluid donor and when I had my tests done the lab worker took a certain sadistic pleasure in pointing out how much it would hurt, if they ever needed me. She kept going back on how it would hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before while I was kinda strapped to a table and forced to listen while I was giving blood ("Oh, you're really brave, because that's the most pain you'll ever feel" etc.). If wasn't to stupid to truly comprehend future pain and discomfort, she would probably have talked me out of it.
I later found out, that the process is tiring but painless if I'm donating to an adult - if the recipient is a child they still have to stab my spinal cord with a huge needle...
Kaiba just had a seizure again. BEFORE ANYONE FLIPS OUT, he's already been diagnosed as having epilepsy, so it's not like it's something that can be prevented. For the first time, I pat his head instead of just his stomach while bringing him out of it and I could feel it twitching and it was scary as fuck.
It's always really fucking scary when he has one because it's like "Is this going to be the one? Will I have to bury my baby?" And before anyone freaks out over that, my dog is like my baby to me. I raised him from when he was months old and I love him dearly. So to watch him go through that every time is...ugh. If anyone has ever had a dog (or maybe a pet in general? Not sure if it's the same for all species) that had epilepsy or at least seizures, what do you recommend I do beyond turning out the lights, speaking with a soothing voice, putting an ice pack (WRAPPED IN PAPER TOWEL) on him and gently petting him?
We had a sheltie who had seizures, and there just wasn't much we could do for her. IIRC, we had some kind of anti-seizure medication for her, but its effects were pretty limited. All we could do is soothe her when she had them.
I don't know much about canine epilepsy beyond what I learned from Flight of the Conchords.
To be clear, I don't "like" this, but I understand.
Blah. Thanks for sharing. I am inclined to gently mention this if the "everything looks great" call comes today.
Hanzii - it would have been better if they'd actually mentioned pain afterward, y'know? I still can't bloody sit up this morning without the feeling that I'm slowly crushing my internal organs beneath my left ribs. :P
Also, and unrelated, the roommate bought me a copy of Gods and Kings as a "happy Monday" present. brb, disappearing from the internet today. :D
Yeah,it shouldn't be hurting like that. I've had many internal ultrasounds done, and they hurt even less than pap smears. It's just somebody sticking a wand up you and applying a little pressure. Call the doctor, okay? That kind of pain's not normal.
Will give it until tomorrow. Thank you. <hugs>
So I got my copy of Food Network Magazine in the mail today (it was a gift subscription) and they've misspelled 'macaron' as 'macaroon' in at least 2 different places. They're two completely different types of cookies!
Maybe this belonged in the nerd rage thread.
Macaron is the only right proper macaron.
Also,it damn near took me two weeks since I got back from vacation but I finally caught up on this thread.
There are three military pieces of equipment that have been given the designation P-38: a plane, a gun, and a can opener.
Ugh, I hear you. I lost a stand-up competition a week ago (well, came second) because the guy who won brought more people, and it was decided by audience voting. I generally try to avoid competitions because I hate losing more than I enjoy winning. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I don't really enjoy winning at all, but losing will piss me off for weeks.
We're getting a new contract style from on high. The CEO is dictating it to my director, who is dictating it to me so that I can write him a new app to replace the old app that wrote the contract for us because fuck doing this shit by hand. All of the rules were dictated by billing plus random people who were drafted into the committee.
No one involved in this fucking conversation understands what the fuck billing wants, and I can't get changes approve that would make sense because it was all designed by committee and their word is final because after six meetings and countless arguments they don't want to revisit dick all. The committee was basically people in the main office. None of them were sales and none of them was me, so there are lots of mandatory check boxes and doo dads and a color scheme/design from fucking hell.
This whole process of fucking retardation was brought into motion by an ex of mine who happens to work at the same company and asked if maybe we should standardize the sales forms. A logical request, yes.
I hate her so much right now.
Sounds like the opening of a TV show
Moral of the story: exes are evil and must be destroyed.
Crazy ex delenda est.
Food is amazing. This pesto spaghetti is amazing. This potato salad with dressing is amazing. The traditional Italian pizza I had last night was amazing. Food is great.
EDIT: omg this feta on baguette is amazing. nomnom
So not only did the cats just pull a tuna packet out of the garbage, but when I took it away from them, Lucas followed me meowing, as though asking for it back.
Fuck it, doctor's appointment in the morning. Sitting up hurts, laughing hurts, and Advil is doing exactly fuckall. :P
Sounds like linguafoeda acheronosis.
That's been my theory since about noon yesterday. If you're right, I'll post pics. :P
I hate it when the Food Network gets stuff like that wrong...
It just kind of ruins my faith in the Food Network Empire.
Also, I couldn't just lurk on this thread anymore, it is absolutely amazing!!!
Monk wouldn't work for a serial killer!
Can dogs have nightmares? Cause mine woke up from a dead sleep barking at me like I bit her tail.
Probably. They certainly have dreams.
Does gmail really not have a way to add a reminder to e-mails so that I remember about them in a few days? This seems like it would be easy to do, especially with Calendar integration.
You can create a calendar event from an email, which sort of does what you want, or you could create a task from an email with a reminder, but it does look like you can't create a straight up reminder on an email itself.
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