what is the issue with flat head?
It is mostly an appearance issue, but in some cases it can cause problems chewing, or with vision, or mean a greater likelihood of TMJ.
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what is the issue with flat head?
It is mostly an appearance issue, but in some cases it can cause problems chewing, or with vision, or mean a greater likelihood of TMJ.
Also, if you have a flat head you have to beware of gangs of rouge phrenologists....
in some cases it can cause problems chewing, or with vision, or mean a greater likelihood of TMJ
Good to know. I had no idea.
you have to beware of gangs of rouge phrenologists
And this is truly frightening!
Also, if you have a flat head you have to beware of gangs of rouge phrenologists....
Or pre-historic racists from Jean Auel novels.
Do rouge phrenologists use a lot of makeup?
Also, if you have a flat head you have to beware of gangs of rouge phrenologists....
You should also beware of grues.
Do rouge phrenologists use a lot of makeup?
Something tells me I've made that same mistake before on b.org....
I suppose if you're a phrenologist and you have some bump or indentation in your skull that for phrenologists would indicate imbecility,you might try to hide this with makeup....
Ooh - here's a fun hobby - try to get the term "self-hating phrenologist" introduced into the popular lexicon....
I don't generally ask for ~ma, but I need my Bitches this weekend. Sunday is the first anniversary of my dad's death, and my mother is already extra crazy. Today alone, I've been accused of not caring about her because I wasn't going to spend the entire day with her on Sunday (I'd planned to spend the night with her and spend the day working through my own grief), making her look like a fool for asking my aunt to go see her on Sunday (because it means that her daughter doesn't care enough to be there), she cancelled going my goddaughter's first birthday party that we were supposed to go to on Saturday because she couldn't laugh with someone who treats her like I do.
Normally I try to let the crazy roll off my back, but between the PMS and my own grief, I am really fried. Bro and BFF are being awesome, but I need all of the help I can get.
Ahhh, Vortex, that's tough. Your mom's got a crazy whirl going on now and you don't want to get sucked into that. Even though you're somewhat obliged to be near her. The thing is, nothing's going to fill that absence for her and she keeps getting mad at you for not being pain-ease.
She's not doing a good job of working through her shit.
But know that it's her shit. Boundaries, baby! You gotta enforce a few.
And make space for your own grief, because I know how close you were to your dad. Maybe you can find some room to celebrate and remember more. Go eat some place that you both loved. Go walking some place that you shared. Watch a movie that was a connection. Something like that. Remember him in that warm way instead of the achey way (if you can). Though I'm sure the ache is there anyhow.