It's got the pseudoephedrine; hence, the ID/back alley dealie. But, man -- the pseudoephedrine is GOOD SHIT. For congestion.
Last year, I had a series of god-awful sinus headaches. I tried everything but it didn't even take the edge off. I was working at the time and 12-14 hours a day with non-stop, blinding pain was killing me. Finally, I broke down and begged our writers assistant to find me something. I was like, "Whatever they have BEHIND THE COUNTER."
I may have even grabbed his shirt when I said that. It's still fuzzy. I was a desperate woman.
Yesterday is over and my head hurts again. Ah, well. At least I had a day. And I should be able to nap the edge off this one before teaching tonight.
Work is so freaking busy. It's weird to be in that bit where I do actually know what I'd doing (it's IT, but not in an industry I'd ever worked in before and the org chart is insane). I can actually answer questions. Off the top of my head. That no one else knows the answer to.
It's been a while.
So, about casual sex. Which is a change of topic, be assured. Medically speaking, when was the safest time to be unsafe? Assuming that pregnancy out of the question, when was the last significant low-risk disease-wise window for random shagging?
Medically speaking, when was the safest time to be unsafe? Assuming that pregnancy out of the question, when was the last significant low-risk disease-wise window for random shagging?
You mean, was there ever a time before AIDS where the clap, herpes, and syphilis weren't on the menu? I think not in the past century.
Of course, 100 years ago, a body was likely to have a lot fewer partners over a lifetime, on average, so the rate of transmission was relatively low. Is that what you're talking about? Odds of any given partner being risky? That I don't know if there are statistics to say either way. (Formalized sex surveys are a recent innovation.)
Question re: cats. Ever since Koogie died, our other cat, Shadow, has been particularly weird. I'm sure he misses Koogie as much as I do. I'm not sure I want to get another kitten just yet, though, but I hate having Shadow wandering the house making "Where are you?" noises.
What do you do for a grieving cat? If we try to pay him more attention, he gives us dirty looks and hides behind the bedroom door and growls at me when I don't see him in the dark and squish him with the door.
My problem is that they took the blue (turquoise, not navy) sudafed out of production completely. It had something in it that prevented me from violently drying out.So even with the back-alley sudafed, I'm an unhappy sickie. I pretty much haven't taken serious sinus meds since ...well, whenever it was my cousin got married in SD. Just lots of advil and whining. When I have taken the new formulations, they've done jack shit.
Post-antibiotics, pre-AIDS, right?
Odds of any given partner being risky?
Basically. Science hasn't quite caught up with the goolie germs, has it? I suppose a time where you might catch something but it was totally curable would suffice.
I suppose a time where you might catch something but it was totally curable would suffice.
And have the right tests. Is it the syph that can make you insane if you don't treat it, even though it seems like it's gotten better?
Timelies all!
Decongestants(both formulations) tend to make me jittery, and I can't take them after noon, or else I don't sleep well.
