Oh, and Cindy, in rare cases, you can have a case of full-blown PE within a week or two after giving birth, though it usually happens within 24-48 hours.
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Where I was being seen, PIH=just the raise in blood pressure associated with pregnancy. PE=all sorts of additional nasty stuff, as expected when you're looking at a condition once deemed toxemia.And that can hit after delivery, too? Man. The fun just keeps on coming. Multiple orgasms are nice and all, but still...
Well, isn't the femur pretty much the worst bone you can break? (Outside of a skull fracture.)I think femur breaks are pretty dangerous, too, because the femoral artery is vulnerable to the broken bone, or something.
Oh, and Cindy, in rare cases, you can have a case of full-blown PE within a week or two after giving birth, though it usually happens within 24-48 hours.Gotcha. Sorry for the xpost. And yuck.
re: elves' bios
Am I being overly sensitive when I notice that the Fudge Shoppe cookie forman is the only elf of color? or is that just ironic?
I don't care what all the P-anythings are, they just scare the shit out of me and make me want to run up to Seattle and hug Plei madly for still being here and being okay.
Worst pain: I was 14 or 15, with my breasts just beginning to develop but still mostly flat with lots of very hard dense tissue underneath; the very crowded bus I was on lurched too fast around a sharp bend and someone elbowed me hard in the chest. No graying-out, but lightning bolts of pain so bad that part of my brain just detached and sat there in a corner of my head, reviewing the data from my nerves and clucking its tongue and saying mildly, "Well, goodness, that certainly is a spectacular lot of pain, isn't it? How apocalyptically fascinating."
Also spontaneous tears -- not crying as such, just bursts of water -- and five minutes of nausea.
But, upon reviewing everyone else's stories, I feel I've gotten off seriously cheap in the painful experiences department.
From Teppy's link, I think my favorite is Zack, the Keebler cookie foreman:
Zack enjoys his tunes, and They Might Be Giants is his favorite band. The thing he likes most about being an elf is, "They let you sit up front at concerts."
eta: Vortex, the creepy cluelessness of that made me roll my eyes forever. But I still like that he's a TMBG fan.
Am I being overly sensitive when I notice that the Fudge Shoppe cookie forman is the only elf of color? or is that just ironic?
I have never noticed the Elf hierarchy. Is he subordinate to the white elves, or are they subordinate to him?
Oh, now I know what my worst pain was, worse than anything gastro or reproductive because I thought it was going to last forever -- the sprained rib.
Showering made me want to cry. I could wiggle my toes without increasing the pain, but that was about it. It still hurts a little, but it's completely ignorable, in comparison.
My worst pain, that I can think of offhand anyway, was when I had an infected tooth and, with the masses of painkillers I'd taken not having any noticable impact, I got the notion to put a heat pad up against my cheek. Something about the heat just made the pain spiral until I was curled up in a little ball.
Mostly I've been lucky, I guess.
When I went to get my wisdom teeth out my mom sent me on my way with the ever-helpful "rather go through childbirth again" comment, but I don't remember it being all that bad.
Mine is a toss up. It was either the accident or the tooth infection. The accident because it hurt so much I couldn't sleep. Which just sucks. The tooth infection might win, however, because of the added mental discomfort of worrying my throat was going to swell shut and cause my death while sleeping.
the sprained rib.
You just reminded me that my dad is an insano adrenaline junkie. When he broke his ribs in a fall in a cave, he kept on with the training mission. And climbed out.
Then slept on the ground and drove the 200 miles back the next day.
He had to sleep upright for about a month after that, though. And passed out a few times when he coughed or sneezed without bracing.