A nurse looked at my owie and said it will probably do better overnight, so I didn't follow the nurse on the phone's directions and go to urgent care. The thought of taking two children to sit with me in urgent care was enough to make me actively want to deal with an infection.
Boy, the two young kids have the attack of the sillies. I'm ignoring.
I cut my palm open with a set of pinking shears, once, vw. I covered it with a bandaid until it scabbed over and had no problem with it. I suspect you'll have no problem with yours.
If there are cats coming out of your wound, it's definitely bad.
I just caught my typo. I'm leaving it because this is so funny.
Holy cow. D just texted me: he shook hands with William Shatner.
Yes, I read that yesterday. I could not BEFUCKINGLIEVE it.
On the up side, though, there were lots of comments from people who were outraged at the dickheadery, and who were big supporters of Cerrie. Which was nice.
People: made of fucking stupid.
On the up side, though, there were lots of comments from people who were outraged at the dickheadery, and who were big supporters of Cerrie. Which was nice.
Yeah.
I'm trying to remember if there were people with disabilities on the shows that I watched as a little kid. The only one I can remember is a little girl on Diff'rent Strokes, one of Arnold's friends, who used a wheelchair, and then there was one episode where we found out that she actually could walk with crutches, but she was a dwarf and preferred the teasing about the wheelchair to the teasing about the dwarfism.
Oh. My advisor was giving me grief again yesterday about the time I'm spending at physical therapy taking away from time I could be spending on math. Yes, relief of pain, avoidance of future pain, and avoidance of possible future surgery does take precedence over pretty much everything else right now.
I worked with an old lady at a small grocery who refused to serve a customer with deformed arms. Every time she saw him come in she fled into the stock room. He had two tiny fingers on the one arm that ended at the elbow. That's how he used to hand me the money for his cigarettes. He was a super nice guy, too. How shitty of a person do you have to be to refuse to serve a guy with no hands. I hated my coworker.