A friend of mine (from years back, meatspace) just posted on FB the following (overlaid on a picture of Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka, which just makes me angrier):
So the Left wants to blame Trump for the violent protests of white nationalists in Charlottesville?
Does that mean we can finally blame Obama for all the violent protests of BLM in Ferguson, Baltimore, Milwaukee, and Charlotte? Not to mention all the police officers assassinated by BLM supporters?
I just want to shriek with rage. [redacted because preaching to the choir] And there is no arguing with her, there never was, about anything. I honestly don't have the spoons to do it right now, anyway. How can people think this way?
Timelies all!
I don't think I'm claustrophobic. I do get a bit panicky when there's a lot of people around me and I can't get away.(Reason #1 of many why I will never go to San Diego Comic Con.)
The other thing that worked for me in the past was going in feet-first, instead of head-first, allowing my head to remain outside and my arms stretched over my head. Again, not always an option.
I did go in feet first (and the foot end was open as well), but apparently I needed to be far enough in the machine that my head was mostly in it. And the table is raised up so high that before it (with me on it) was slid in, I kind of panicked and said "Aren't you going to lower this down? My head won't fit, or it'll be smooshed against the inside and I don't think I can spend 30 minutes like that!" But as it turned out, my head did fit, and it wasn't smooshed, but it was pretty fucking close to the top, so I had to keep my eyes shut because the quarters were WAY too close.
I just want to shriek with rage. [redacted because preaching to the choir] And there is no arguing with her, there never was, about anything. I honestly don't have the spoons to do it right now, anyway. How can people think this way?
Since the election, I've had a one-strike-and-you're-unfriended policy from nonsense like this. I don't have time or the emotional bandwidth for it.
Three-peat: on the way home from the MRI, I went through the McDonald's drive-thru for a sausage and egg McMuffin, even though I really shouldn't have the english muffin. I hadn't had one in years and years. I REGRET NOTHING. Jesus, it was good.
Jesse, I had an MRI of my head - closed in with a lot of banging. It was unpleasant, but I'm not really claustrophobic, so it didn't bother me. That probably isn't much use, but that's my two cents' worth.
And for the makeup ... you could try mixing it with some that's the right color - I've done that (mixing in the palm of my hand) - but if it's not expensive, it might not be worth it for you.
I wish that were a prettier purple. Looks too muddy for my taste.
The cloud bread sounds do-able, Jesse.
I can't have potatos either (I am aggressively treating type 2 diabetes, but it is working (my blood sugar is normal on less than 30 g carbs per day including vegetables)) but I would love potato latkes!
Also cheese on cauliflower!
I am also lactose intolerant, but since the metformin gives me the same problems as the cheese, I am just giving up on dealing with that. I can't live without carbs OR cheese!!
I am glad Steph was OK in her MRI
I am also glad that tommy has a good line on a job and Dana's husband is interviewing.
Anything else I am missing?
ETA: I am so glad it would be cost prohibitive to turn my school into open plan, because it was the nurse's dormitory and we basically each have a tiny, 1930's dorm sized office. Sometimes two people share. The only people who have had walls knocked out are the Dean and the CFO.
Looks like my dad is home, or at least his phone is. Yay!
