Our dog is completely anti organized playing at all times. “I found a stick to chew on! This is great!” and “I love coming to the park! Loads of running room!” But, get one of her chew toys or even if she miraculously brings a toy to you, and you toss said toy so she can play a little fetch… nope, you’re not playing correctly with my toy, I’m going to put it back in my area and you can’t play with it anymore.
Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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The wife is mad at me because I bought a CUPCAKE. According to her, October until New Years is the holiday season and I'm not supposed to buy stuff for myself during this time of year. She might buy it as a gift for me and she knows Halloween is my favorite holiday. I had to swing by a cake shop to pick up some cupcakes for a work thing at her school. I was in the shop when I felt like getting a cupcake for myself. The way I see it, food =/= stuff.
So she gets home tonight and sees that I got a cupcake. She then goes on a rant about how one of the cupcakes in the work batch was a surprise for me. I say I can just freeze the one I bought and enjoy the one she got me instead. Nope, that's not good enough. The surprise is ruined.
"It's just a cupcake."
"What do you mean JUST a cupcake?!"
So she gets home tonight and sees that I got a cupcake. She then goes on a rant about how one of the cupcakes in the work batch was a surprise for me. I say I can just freeze the one I bought and enjoy the one she got me instead. Nope, that's not good enough. The surprise is ruined.
"It's just a cupcake."
"What do you mean JUST a cupcake?!"
This is usually an indicator that 1) there's something else bothering her (or multiple things), and this is just the incident that's tipping her over into expressing her frustration out loud, or 2) she's crazy.
I'm inclined to hope it's the first one.
That was my first thought. This sounds very much like a case of "The Iranian yogurt is not the issue here."
It's definitely the first one. She has taken the miscarriage hard and it doesn't help that her sister and some of her coworkers are pregnant.
Oh, and the feral kid in her class bit her.
I also want to note that there is no judgment or condemnation from me if she really has gone crazy. I think going through a miscarriage should entitle your wife to going at least a little nuts. Especially when people around her are getting knocked up, which is a constant reminder of her own tragedy.
If I can add some unsolicited advice, when my first wife had a miscarriage, we deviated in our trauma response quite significantly. I was relatively unbothered, saw she was struggling and it was difficult to comprehend the depths of that suffering. When we went to counselling, it was really explicitly explained to me that we differed in our pain because what happened to her was in her present, it actually happened to her and she would feel the immediate pain and grief as a result. What happened to me was in my future, the loss of potential. That perspective really changed how I approached our conversations going forward. She understood my perspective, and I understood her perspective, and our support towards each other shifted as a result. She kept expecting me to breakdown, and I kept expecting her to recover more gracefully and more quickly. If there's a way to communicate that (if true) to her, I think you'll find that it will help a lot.
Yup, we've hashed it out. Every time she goes to the clinic for blood work (they're checking her levels post-miscarriage) it's just a reminder that the pregnancy didn't work. The same doctors and nurses who work there are really nice and supportive, but there has been a change. She had been expecting to see an ultrasound of the fetus but instead we just saw nothing. She says it feels like being at a funeral, with well-meaning people offering advice and condolences. For me, I had processed the possibility of loss so I got over it pretty quickly. For her, everything is a reminder that she will most likely never have one of her own because of her health issues.
IVF looks like our best bet.
IVF looks like our best bet.
No, you’re wrong, but he shoppers now are good people. Thanos would be wanting to not only snap out of existence the last week before Christmas but want to beat them to a pulp first. Those last minute shoppers that want you to “check the back” because everyone knows that retail stores want to hoard all the “good stuff” to put out after it goes clearance after Christmas. The hose people that want to get mad at you for not having a certain product that was advertised in the early November in stock on Christmas Eve an hour before closing.
You know what sucks about online dating? The feeling of being judged because you don't own a car. Sure, they might be impressed that I bike everywhere, but I've been told by several women now that they weren't interested in me partly because I don't own a car.
It's incredibly frustrating.
It'd be nice to date a fellow cyclist who, while not necessarily as dedicated to it as I am, would love the idea of going on long bike rides or biking trips. At the very least, someone who didn't judge me for not owning a motor vehicle.
It's incredibly frustrating.
It'd be nice to date a fellow cyclist who, while not necessarily as dedicated to it as I am, would love the idea of going on long bike rides or biking trips. At the very least, someone who didn't judge me for not owning a motor vehicle.
I could be wrong, but this seems like an effective filter that saves you the expense of a lot of first dates that wouldn't go anywhere.
--Patrick
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I've had a cyst under my chin since I was nineteen. My dermatologist said I could just leave it in so long as it didn't hurt. A couple weeks ago, it started to get inflamed. Badly. I made a dermatology appointment and they couldn't see me until yesterday. As I waited I could feel the cyst swelling up. Fluid started leaking out of it and drying. I tried to pull some of the dried stuff off and ended up tearing away part of my beard because it had stuck fast.
Anyways, I got in for the appointment and the dermatologist said there was some pretty severe irritation. A cyst is like a balloon. Any one of a million things had caused it to get irritated and it filled up with fluid and pus. The dermatologist squeezed the cyst and, although I couldn't see, I could hear and smell the fluid gushing out. It smelled like a baby's diaper filled with Indian food.
I'm on antibiotics for the next two weeks so I can stave off infection. In the meantime I'll have to deal with a leaky chin until the fluid is all gone. It's like stepping on a Boston cream donut.
Anyways, I got in for the appointment and the dermatologist said there was some pretty severe irritation. A cyst is like a balloon. Any one of a million things had caused it to get irritated and it filled up with fluid and pus. The dermatologist squeezed the cyst and, although I couldn't see, I could hear and smell the fluid gushing out. It smelled like a baby's diaper filled with Indian food.
I'm on antibiotics for the next two weeks so I can stave off infection. In the meantime I'll have to deal with a leaky chin until the fluid is all gone. It's like stepping on a Boston cream donut.
Fast-forward to 1:40.
In all seriousness, it hurts like hell. That's why I'm whining.
Confession: I've watched some videos on YouTube of doctors popping cysts. It fascinates me more than disgusts me and there's something oddly satisfying about it.
Dave
Staff member
My wife LOVES Dr. Pimple Popper. I don’t get it. Shit’s gross.
How about Toe Bro?
I once had a cyst under my arm, on the side of my ribs. It was a centimeter across whitehead. I lightly squeezed it and it popped. It splatted blood and pus on my bathroom mirror 3 feet away.
I have been fascinated ever since.
I have been fascinated ever since.
GasBandit
Staff member
Our local city government has been having some AV problems during their city council meetings, so they asked my company to fix them. We've been working on it, and I think we've got it handled. But they want a security blanket. They wanted someone to sit in the council chamber and monitor the AV system throughout the next council meeting to "make sure everything goes smoothly."
Naturally, the company I work for is REALLY hungry for city contracts, so they sent their biggest gun: me.
Tonight's the night. I'm sitting here waiting to see if anything goes wrong so everyone in the room can point and scream at me like Donald Sutherland at the end of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. And because this is the first city council meeting after the election, it's extra long (reading in the results, dismissing the outgoing council members, inducting the new council members, some of which have never even heard the phrase "parliamentary procedure" before, etc) - extra extra long. It's anticipated it will run til 9 or 10 tonight.
So I guess, come to City Hall next 7 hours IF U WANT AN ASS KICKING
Naturally, the company I work for is REALLY hungry for city contracts, so they sent their biggest gun: me.
Tonight's the night. I'm sitting here waiting to see if anything goes wrong so everyone in the room can point and scream at me like Donald Sutherland at the end of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. And because this is the first city council meeting after the election, it's extra long (reading in the results, dismissing the outgoing council members, inducting the new council members, some of which have never even heard the phrase "parliamentary procedure" before, etc) - extra extra long. It's anticipated it will run til 9 or 10 tonight.
So I guess, come to City Hall next 7 hours IF U WANT AN ASS KICKING
Just as professional as some of the council members.
Anecdote time: in college, a philosophy professor said on the first day of class that he would have us thinking all the time. That we'd love to think. The we couldn't wait to think. He said he'd have us thinking so much that one day, we'd be at home, sitting in a comfy chair with our eyes closed. A loved one will walk in and ask if we're napping. He said we'll respond "No. I'm thinking."
Take a nap and if they catch you, you can say you were thinking! You were pondering these meetings and the deep, philosophical ramifications of them.
It's probably more thought than they'll put into it.
Can I buy you you guys dinner?