Willow ,'Storyteller'
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bonny's news is WONDERFUL.
askye, I am glad you went to the ER, and hope your doc finds out what's the what.
I am up at 6:30 (instead of STILL being up at 6:30 am, which, go, team therapy!) to watch my friend's girls while she goes to a half-day teacher conference, after which she is taking me to the rockin' pool by her house.
Since our AC is borked and will be for a good long while, and it was 98 degrees yesterday, I am down with this.
Oh man, this whole company-being-bought deal is such BULLSHIT.
We -- which means *ME* -- have to send the current issue to the printer. But I was told to wait on production because we (the company) want to run an editorial about the transition. But the editorial has the name of the buyer (who we -- the peons -- are still not allowed to know, although I know that at least half the fucking company already knows and is just being coy about it). The buyer wants the contracts to be signed and official before we run that editorial. But they won't sign the contracts until we send that issue out.
AND I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE PROBLEM.
Incompetent!boss just got in my face about how I need to stay late and work on the weekend to "Get this transition done." And when I pointed out that I can't do it until we have the editorial, which we can't run until it's official, but it won't be official until the issue is sent to the printer, he just yelled at me AGAIN that I can expect to work late and over the weekend because we are contractually obligated to send the issue out.
WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE PROBLEM HERE?
OMG. That is just insane.
Good grief, Steph.
The only person who could pull that off is The Doctor with his timey wimey stuff, but even he might have issues with fixed points in time.
Ultrasound this morning. No blood clots. Like I'm sure everyone knew. Drink lots of water, diuretics, and elevation of feet is the treatment plan.
Evidently my body has adapted to Vermont and that adaptation includes my feet and calves swelling up like balloon in 88F heat.
The weather is supposed to cool off so maybe I'll start feeling normal.
Askye, I'm glad it's not serious, and that you now know that.
So, I have a question. If, hypothetically, one were in a foreign country, and one were tired and hungry and didn't speak the language. And one had gone to the NSAID aisle, but had managed to purchase the equivalent of suppository baby Tylenol, rather than, you know, adult meds to be taken orally, is there a way to salvage the situation? Hypothetically. For a friend.
So, I have a question. If, hypothetically, one were in a foreign country, and one were tired and hungry and didn't speak the language. And one had gone to the NSAID aisle, but had managed to purchase the equivalent of suppository baby Tylenol, rather than, you know, adult meds to be taken orally, is there a way to salvage the situation? Hypothetically. For a friend.
One might go in search of an extremely understanding baby.
aaaand billytea just won the internets
What strategies are on the table for dealing with this? Using the meds by calculating the correct doseage and placing the correct amount in the rectum? Or trying to go back to the store to find a more, shall we say, appetizing product?
I am not going back to the store. Language issues. It was not so expensiveve that I can't call it a loss.
Since, you know, baby, they're not very big. I have certainly swallowed larger pills. Would horrible things happen if I took them orally?