Whatever installed these self-flagellating Puritans in my head needs bopped.
Indeed. Heartless mom/wife that I am, when one of my resident menfolk come whining to me about their various pains I take one look at them and tell them to talk to me AFTER they have actually done something about it. Take a pill! Ice! Heat! Rum! Whatever it takes.
Chronic pain that does not respond is another matter altogether, but there is no upside to walking around in preventable pain.
Whatever installed these self-flagellating Puritans in my head needs bopped.
I think this is my favorite use of the western PA "needs verb-ed" construction ever. (Is that construction used anywhere else? I never saw it until I moved here, and I was told that it's a western PA thing. "Those windows need cleaned." "This chair needs fixed.")
I had a coworker in eastern Washington state who used it.
Why do I still struggle with the idea that if I am in pain, I should take one of the myriad, actually-in-my-possession pain killers to deal with that pain?
Danged if I know. I just had a similar talk with myself last night. I'm not actually lazy, I'm not depressed,* I
hurt.
Take some painkillers! Deal with the pain
first,
then see what else I have to fix.
*not
currently
depressed,
thank you amazingly effective antidepressant.
Well, this football game is going well.
I am toying with the idea of just not watching.
I'm wondering if someone might have put a curse on the team at home. Or on the entire Superdome.
You could be on to something.
Well, now that I have some coffee in me, as demoralizing as that first q was, the scoreboard doesn't look that bad.
Shutting up now. And hoping for one helluva second half.