It sounded a little sketchy (and not very well-educated) for the nurse to flip out over 1 freaking gram of carbs, so I'm glad that people like Andi and Typo with knowledge of diabetes-specific nutrition could share a more thorough explanation.
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.
Thanks, everyone. That is reassuring.
Delurking to complain here because I can't complain anywhere else about this...
One of the things I hate about living in an apartment is listening to neighbors having sex. Just now my next door neighbors were enjoying them selves a little too loudly.
It's still going on...can't really knock on the door and ask them to turn it down, even though I really want to.
I had that in college. I would bang on the walls.
...and I'm remembering the conducting scene from The Secret of My Success. Maybe you can amuse yourself similarly? Or begin some remodeling in the room with the shared wall, hammering at the same tempo, perhaps? ETA: Or even better, counter-tempo.
The Secret of My Success
Man, I loved that movie.
I remember unfondly my apartment downstairs from Mr. Stamina McSqueakyBed.
And his dog, Clickety Cliphisnails.
My upstairs neighbor rented to a family with a hyperactive toddler. Before that, we just *thought* he was a dick.
Old farm houses converted into duplexes aren't well sound-proofed, either. Good grief man, quit tickling your woman, can't you hear she doesn't like it? Well, we can.