I've had good results from Woman Within, which does plus sized clothes.
Lilah ,'Destiny'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Man. We got home from camping to the news that our friend who's in the hospital is ready for hospice. I really, really hate this summer. So much.
Damn, Steph. Summer of Suck continues.
Connie, I'm sorry that you subconscious is messing with you. They can be so mean that way.
Why is it that by the time I feel like a halfway decent human, the weekend is over? I need a job that pays twice the money for half the hours. In fact, I had an anxiety dream last night that I had to start working Sundays, my one day off. Gnargh.
eta also the issue with taking Xanax (just a quarter pill) to quell my anxiety enough to Get Shit Done is that half the time I decide I DGAF and am just going to go to bed.
I'm sorry Smonster. It's so hard to deal with both depression and anxiety at the same time.
I hold ya'll responsible for me just spending almost $200 at macys online for clothing. This is a silly expense since i'm going in for surgery in 10 days and may never even wake up from the general anaesthesia much less walk or need a fancy BRIGHT RED rain coat (it's a pretty awesome petite rain coat, I hope it fits!) and I should be saving up every penny for all those looming medical expenses but...but...everything was on sale...i saved $150, so that's ok, right?
{{{smonster}}} I'd take the sleeping and DGAF over the unable-to-cope-anxiety every time.
erin_o, I think the bright red rain coat would be a great motivation for waking up from the anaesthesia.
smonster, I'm sorry things are so tough for you right now.
Can't sleep. In too much pain. Heating pad and acupressure and yoga not working. Boy, do I hate being a shambling amalgamation of complaints.
erin, sometimes a little retail therapy is just what's needed.
oof, sorry smonster.
I'm still up because I'm obsessing on Twitter over #Ferguson, like pretty much every night for almost a week now.
true tales from the dispatch center, medical triage edition.
Q: Are you having any rectal bleeding along with the vomitting?
A: Huh? (caller is very very drunk)
Q: Rectal bleeding. Bleeding from your rectum.
A: Huh?
Q: Blood in your stool?
A: I'm standing up
Q: Any blood in your poop? From your butt?
A: I've lost about 40 pounds this year
I give up.
edited cuz I somehow posted twice instead of making a space. And then there were fireworks.