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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Aimee, I'm so sorry for your loss. Peace to your cousin and baby. Did you know she was ill?
If he is going willingly, this is really the best possible scenario. Diabetic and alcoholic is really a bad combination health-wise.
It is. I think there's also almost a weird extra physical component to both the addiction itself, and of course there is to how the alcohol is metabolized. I wish him health and recovery, Cass, and strength to your sister.
Did you know she was ill?
Nope. Parents thought they had told me. They just saw him and the baby at the family reunion last weekend.
Vibes to all hurting Bitches. This Monday hit people hard, it seems.
{{{Aimee}}} Strength for your cousin. How tragic.
{{{Laura}}}
{{{Cass}}}
::kicks universe some more::
Lay off, already!
Sorry to hear about your cousin, Aimee.
Oh, Aimee, that's just tragic.
Cass, I'm glad to hear that the BIL is going willingly to treatment. You're a good sister. Good luck.
Some days I hate doctors and pharmacies and health insurance companies. This is just bull shit. 10 FREAKING DAYS AGO, I tried to refill my meds. Two of them came back that they needed prior authorization. The pharmacy has called the necessary doctors' offices twice, and it's still coming back as prior authorization necessary. So, either BOTH doctors haven't done their jobs or the health insurance company is fucking up. But, at any rate, I need my meds. I've been off them for four days, and one of them is my anti-d. The pharmacy wasn't going to give me any more to hold me over, but I begged and cried. They gave me three days worth. Hopefully I can get some samples from my doctor when I call him tomorrow to yell at him.
Fuckers. NO GOLD STAR FOR THEM! {{{vw}}}
Thanks guys. I'ma go home and drown myself in tacos.
Nope. Parents thought they had told me. They just saw him and the baby at the family reunion last weekend.
Oh, man. You got a double gut punch, then. Oh honey, I think Taco drownage sounds right.
Some days I hate doctors and pharmacies and health insurance companies. This is just bull shit. 10 FREAKING DAYS AGO, I tried to refill my meds. Two of them came back that they needed prior authorization. The pharmacy has called the necessary doctors' offices twice, and it's still coming back as prior authorization necessary. So, either BOTH doctors haven't done their jobs or the health insurance company is fucking up. But, at any rate, I need my meds. I've been off them for four days, and one of them is my anti-d. The pharmacy wasn't going to give me any more to hold me over, but I begged and cried. They gave me three days worth. Hopefully I can get some samples from my doctor when I call him tomorrow to yell at him.
UGH! Dammit.
Recovery~ma to Laura's MiL. Glad to hear the procedure went well.
{{Teppy}} Heart~ma to the dad.
{{Aimee}} Very sad making. I hope the tacos do whatever you hope they will do. I don't know if you can drown in tacos, but clearly we could bury you as if you were in sand with just your head sticking out. Then we could let Em feed you the tacos. Wonder how that would turn out?
Aimee, I'm really sorry. That's awful news to come out of the blue.
Last night I dreamt that pretty much everyone, including myself, was dying of radiation sickness or something. I have a couple of stresses and disappointments in my life right now, but really nothing that warrants this sort of reaction. My subconscious is apparently a huge drama queen.