Weirdly enough, I'm finding that my cranberry pill ingestion is improving my heartburn. Which isn't why I started taking them every day, of course. My stomach gave me a lot of grief. It's funny the levels of discomfort you can learn to accept as "normal" and not notice till they are gone.
Fela has come to this as well. Looks like he has insufficient stomach acid, rather than too much. And that his wildly unappealing physical issues like snorking, snoring, spitting, belching, high pitched voice, heartburn and poor digestion are all related to a deviated septum that went undiagnosed for 40+ years. He says the symptoms were so much a part of his life, he didn't even notice them.
After a year and a half of pushing on my part, he's scheduled for surgery at the end of the month. I'll help him through that, even in light of the break up. Then? He'll be all fixed and go off to have a healthier, happier relationship with someone else.
Just call me the Bob Vila of dating.
t /bitter
"I don't shake; I hug!"
"I don't hug; I stabinate."
Go, Joe for standing up for himself!
Heh. I don't think that's an issue for him.
Actually, in normal job situations, it's hard for him. He's not that gressive about stuff and often undersells himself. But when he gets het up with dumb stuff like this, watch out for flying lemons.
Of course, I've told y'all about the tone-deaf assholes who insist on head-pats despite my "die, die, die," facial expression. But I don't think huggers really know how overwhelming they can be, and how-the-opposite of healing and warm that can feel when you don't have the chance to give in properly.
I don't know why they insist...hugging somebody who doesn't feel like it is like embracing salad tongs.(grandma made me look warm and cuddly, yo. *serious* Danish Reserve)
seems to be my day for pointless and unrelated postings - Peeps for Passover.
Of course, I've told y'all about the tone-deaf assholes who insist on head-pats despite my "die, die, die," facial expression.
I really hate those people.
Place where I used to work we had a VIP who would insist on kissing women. ick.
He's cut that shit out when I stuck my tongue in his mouth and dry humped his leg in front of his wife.
He backed off - some - when the wife of a staff member said something stinging to him ... can't remember exactly what it was, but it certainly discouraged him.
And he was too gross to try Aimee's recommendation.
