Me: So you want to backup your document?
PWOAC: That's right.
Me: So what's the problem?
PWOAC: Well I used to save my files straight to a floppy disc....
Me: Ok.
PWOAC: But then I decided to burn them to a CD...
Me: OK.
PWOAC: So now I can load the document from the CD and make the changes.
Me: *Pleaseno, pleaseno, pleaseno*
PWOAC: But I can't save it back to the CD.
ME::
PWOAC: Can you fix it?
ME:
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
I just bought nice hand cream because I thought it smelled good in the store.
In reality, it makes my hands smell like dusty Froot Loops crossed with old-lady potpourri.
It was really slippery today walking to the subway. I fell twice and one time was straight back, really hard. I got up, head ringing, thinking "Wow, this is how people die." If there'd been a jagged rock instead of smooth pavement, you'd be wondering why Rube had stopped posting.
Brand? Now I have to go seek it out and sniff it.Originally posted by Orual
I just bought nice hand cream because I thought it smelled good in the store.
In reality, it makes my hands smell like dusty Froot Loops crossed with old-lady potpourri.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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The Body Shop's "Japanese Cherry Blosssom" Hand & Nail Cream. It smells like somebody died in your grandmother's guest bathroom.
I don't normally say this and mean it, but...LOL.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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Hey, world? Yeah, hi. Could you just maybe slow down a little? Just...go on pause for a day or so? I'd really appreciate that.
Sigh. I swear, I feel like I'm running on a treadmill and losing ground.
So now they are just dirt-covered English people in fur pelts with credit cards.
I completely forgot to report for jury duty. I am such an idiot.
OMG -what happened? Did Sheriff's deputies track you down and drag you to the Courthouse in cuffs, with numerous Taserings and cuffs to the head throughout the trip?
No, I called the courthouse, and they said they'd send me a new summons, instead of a Failure to Appear. Hopefully that means I've avoided the Taserings ... for now.
The sad thing is that I'd really like to serve on a jury.
Dear Toronto Transit Commission:
The first day of the month ony happens 12 times a year. It is marked on calendars, and you can use computers to remind you when it's coming.
Why can't you set the automatic entrances at the subway so that they recognize the new month's Metropass first thing on the first?
Absolutely nothing brightens a day like being reminded how everything you ever worked for was a gigantic waste of time and money.
Hey, new manager. Could you not be a cunt? It would really be awesome.
So, I'll whisper in the dark, hoping you'll hear me.
WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD.
Also: paperwork. Paperwork is death and horror.
Dear ambulance chasing fuckwads.
Reverse charge calling my mobile to sell me no-win no-fee insurance claims only makes me want to reverse an ambulance over you.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
I'm starting to fee like Alexander, he of the terrible, horrible no good very bad day.
I was late getting to work because my train was late, and at work I had to talk about some alleged problem that is vaguely connected to something I apparently drafted years ago and can't remember and isn't important to anybody who doesn't have OCD and I spent two hours in a meeting with my back killing me and when they got to my matter they deferred it because of something that had nothing to do with me.
I think I'll move to Australia.
It's just past noon, and I'm already ready to set everyone on fire.
Orual, don't resort to murder. Move to Australia with me.
There was stir fry for dinner. I hate stir fry. My kid was playing ball hockey in the rec room and knocked over the keyboard again. My kid's going away for two nights on a school trip tomorrow. I hate not having my kid around.
It's been a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
I guess some days are like that.
Even in Australia.
But in Australia, we can punch crocodiles.
Damn, that's right.
Pack your bags.
"
"Eat shit and die, you condescending douchebasket." - Orual
Dear America,
Please can you muzzle Sean Penn. His comments on the Falkland Islands aren't helping.
That is all.
PS: I thought Valentine's was really for all those people who wanted to be in a couple.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
I'm still wondering what Facebook idiot meant. I keep thinking it's about having a vibrator or a Real Doll for a Valentine, but probably my mind's in the gutter.
Furry.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
It was some bit of glurge about sharing love with everyone you care about, accompanied by lots of hearts and teddy bears, so ... polyamorists? Polyamorist furries?
The financial aid department at my old school can eat a dick. A bag full of hairy, flaccid dicks.
That is all.
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May this person, spend a long, long, long time behind bars.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
I did something to my back last Thursday, and now everything makes it hurt more. I can't sit at my desk, stand, walk, lift anything, go up stairs, lie on my back, or lie on my stomach without causing stabs of pain. Things that don't help: stretching, hot pads, ibuprofen. I am broken and miserable.
That is terrible, it take rest and proper exercises to really help and is easy to do normal things to screw your back, back up. Rehab is fairly expensive and chiropractors don't really do much but maybe ease the pain for a bit. My back was really screwed up following the hurricane cleanup. It is much better but took months.
I'm so sorry. I've had that kind of inescapable back pain before - where there isn't even a comfortable position to find, or list of things you can avoid doing - and it's like a whole-body toothache. Mojo sent.
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A skillful combination of Robaxacet and gin is all that ever gave me relief in those times.
Kaiser Permanente can suck a bag of dicks.
I have deeply conflicted feelings about Kaiser. On the one hand, they took such good and complete care of my dad for the last 12 years of his life, where we could have easily been completely ruined financially due to his illness: we could have had to sell the house, my mom could have been left with nothing after his death, or less than nothing for that matter, in the form of piles of debt. But on the other hand, the actual day-to-day dealings with them were never anything less than mind-bogglingly frustrating.
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NO doctors available to see me at all. FOR TWO WEEKS. But someone will get back to me. Tomorrow, maybe. I'm trying to psych myself up to call back and find out why, exactly, my 6 days worth of back pain don't qualify for 'urgent care'.
Last edited by Orual; 05 Mar 2012 at 05:53 PM.
OK yeah, that's brutal. There's nothing more infuriating than not being taken at your word regarding your own pain level, and whether or not it constitutes an emergency. artifex had whole units on that kind of stuff in school.
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Have you tried cold packs? Heat can cause more swelling, which can be painful. Can you get in to an urgent care center somewhere, if they have any of those where you are?
There is a surprising dearth of doc-in-the-box type urgent care clinics in this city. Also, if I got a prescription from a non-Kaiser facility, I wouldn't be able to fill it under my insurance, and I'd have to pay out of pocket. If I could afford that sort of thing I wouldn't have this shitty insurance to begin with.
I will try an icepack when I get home, thanks for the tip.
EDIT: OCS' mojo worked, someone's going to see me this evening, wheee!
... Now watch them tell me to take ibuprofen and use an icepack.
Last edited by Orual; 05 Mar 2012 at 07:14 PM.
That's exactly why I didn't bother to go in for the high sprain I sustained a few weeks ago - I knew exactly what they were going to tell me to do (and I've been consulting with the head of PT at my work). But I was able to borrow a walking boot and crutches and a Polar Care unit, otherwise I would have had to.
Hopefully you get some good drugs, maybe some nice muscle relaxers!
Orual, come back and let us know how it went for you at the doctor.
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Ouch Orual - that sounds really painful.
I'll send some mojo as well, although I doubt it will work as well as OCS'.
*hugs NHS, for all its faults*
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Well, my faith in humanity was moderately restored. I got in to see a Nurse Practitioner* last evening who was very nice and listened to me, and gave me a prescription for muscle relaxers along with some back exercises, since I apparently need to strengthen my core.
The muscle relaxers didn't knock me out as much as I was expecting, but I did sleep better and my back feels a little better this morning.
* Why are nurse practitioners always 100 times nicer than any doctor ever?
IME, nurse practitioners usually were regular nurses before getting their advanced practice license, which usually means they have a better feel for reality and patient advocacy. (Seriously, a good bit of our job is to listen to what the MD is prescribing and give feedback on whether or not that is actually possible for the patient in question - not everyone can afford the latest fancy drug, come in for outpatient procedures every weekday, whatever. And patients are often intimidated or embarrassed to tell their doctor this directly, they just end up not complying. So part of a nurse's job is to run interference and reality checks.) That tends to translate to NPs who are either pretty awesome, or arrogant NPs who think they are way better than MDs. (I am currently in the middle of carefully avoiding an ongoing territory war between an NP of the latter stripe and a podiatrist.)
When you're up to it, yoga and Pilates are great core strengtheners!
Dear Kobo:
That your 20 per cent off promotional code is not available for books from any publishers I would actually buy books from is a bit of an impediment to me using it.
Just sayin'.
Dear Bucket,
Could I not have found out that you had a small hole in the bottom before I spent time cleaning up and not after?
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Oh documentation.
How I loathe thee.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Dang sciatica.
Haven't had you in years. Why are you suddenly back with a vengeance?
Its been raining on and off for the last week or so.
How come we are now being classified as being in a drought?
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There is no cruddy situation that social anxiety can't make worse. That is all.
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