If I had a couple doses of Tylenol today (7AM, 11AM), can I have a drink with dinner, or will my liver explode?
Mine hasn't. And I've done similar-but-worse to it.
However, my reading on the topic indicates the bit where you die of killing your liver can happen days after you administer. When you're ripping at your gut lining, you get the panic-inducing symptoms earlier on. With the tylenol and the liver, I think you actually feel better.
And then you die.
But, to sum up, it's been a week since I did what you're about to do, and still not dead.
But, to sum up, it's been a week since I did what you're about to do, and still not dead.
...that wasn't supposed to be reassuring, right?
...that wasn't supposed to be reassuring, right?
I'd like to think that my continued existence is very reassuring. Especially considering the odds, all told.
Let me inspire you, Dana. Go forth and tipple.
Let me inspire you, Dana. Go forth and tipple.
Thing is, the reaction can apparently come completely out of the blue. Other thing is, I've been known to have taken a fuckload of acetaminophen and enjoyed a tipple or five, and I'm here to tell about it.
It's baaaack--American Gladiators is searching for both contestants and Gladiators.
Also, the Simpsons season premiere will feature both Stephen Colbert
as Homer's life coach
and Lionel Ritchie, and they will be traveling to various cities, including Chicago (which Mr. Burns calls "the Miami of Canada").
My boss asked me what my hours were this week for this project I'm on. I was wracking my brain trying to remember what I did on Monday. I even checked file modification dates and found stuff from last week and Tuesday through today....
Finally I remembered the holiday.
If people living through doing it doesn't reassure you Dana, I'm not sure what will. Don't do it.
Heh. I've done that, tommy.
ita, I thought you might like this from New York Fugging City
At Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. show, both of our fondest wishes came true: The clothes were totally fun, and little Kingston — all blinged out in what appeared to be bedazzled jeans, like the biggest badass in the sandbox — made an appearance, bouncing on dad Gavin Rossdale's lap in the front row.
Seriously, there's nothing quite like hearing a crowd of jaded fashionistas fail to contain their baby glee. The instant Mr. Stefani sidled out from backstage with his son, a semi-muffled "awww" filled the air, the entire room struggling to maintain its collective poker face. Even rapper Eve couldn't restrain herself from tickling him and cooing.
