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I was out sick with awful stomach flu for a week. Paying clients: super understanding and full of commiseration and thanks for how hard I work getting caught up. Court staff: accommodating and reasonable. Coworkers: thankful I was not there getting them sick. Prosecutors: joking about what would have happened if I threw up in front of jury, generally reasonable and nice about it.
Public appointed clients: in varying stages of passive aggressive tantrum, many claiming that I never met with them before anyway (despite all evidence) and clearly never do any work on their case and the world is ending.
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@saosmash said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Public appointed clients: in varying stages of passive aggressive tantrum, many claiming that I never met with them before anyway (despite all evidence) and clearly never do any work on their case and the world is ending.
I seriously do not understand what it is about people who get free shit that causes them to become hella privileged and ill behaved.
The people on one of my projects (SATURDAY is my last day on it thank god) who are on the free trial are the absolute worst.
I am glad that you're doing better. Stomach flu is misery.
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@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Stomach flu is misery.
Yet the stomach flu insta-diet is bliss.
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@haven said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Yet the stomach flu insta-diet is bliss.
Right?
It's a fuckin' catch-22. Thanks to genetic/health issues (PCOS/hypothyroidism), stomach flu seems to be the only way I consistently lose weight. Ugh.
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@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Right?
It's a fuckin' catch-22. Thanks to genetic/health issues (PCOS/hypothyroidism), stomach flu seems to be the only way I consistently lose weight. Ugh.
I am no doctor, but ALL CAPS followed by long medical terms sounds bad.
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@haven said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Right?
It's a fuckin' catch-22. Thanks to genetic/health issues (PCOS/hypothyroidism), stomach flu seems to be the only way I consistently lose weight. Ugh.
I am no doctor, but ALL CAPS followed by long medical terms sounds bad.
My thyroid don't work and other stuff that means my hormones are out of whack and ultimately my body v. v. v. v. stubbornly retains weight, regardless of exercise, dieting, etc.
But then add in intestinal issues from birth defect and I also can't really do "special diets." Thankfully I have begun to actually shed weight this year. The combo of proper anti-depressant and anxiety meds seem to have helped me start to get rid of stress weight. I had two huge bouts of stomach flu (ha ha!) that got rid of a fair bit........ which is a terrible way to kick start weight loss, but.... ehhhh?
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@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@haven said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Right?
It's a fuckin' catch-22. Thanks to genetic/health issues (PCOS/hypothyroidism), stomach flu seems to be the only way I consistently lose weight. Ugh.
I am no doctor, but ALL CAPS followed by long medical terms sounds bad.
My thyroid don't work and other stuff that means my hormones are out of whack and ultimately my body v. v. v. v. stubbornly retains weight, regardless of exercise, dieting, etc.
But then add in intestinal issues from birth defect and I also can't really do "special diets." Thankfully I have begun to actually shed weight this year. The combo of proper anti-depressant and anxiety meds seem to have helped me start to get rid of stress weight. I had two huge bouts of stomach flu (ha ha!) that got rid of a fair bit........ which is a terrible way to kick start weight loss, but.... ehhhh?
Stress management + explosive diarrhea = Win?
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@saosmash (We really need a supportive thumbs up, and not just an I agree thumbs up.)
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I was going to pick some cherries before they go bad, but there was a spider that had claimed them / guarding them, so that's not happening now.
Also: Doctor gave me a one off of steroid pills, take 3 all at once and it removes swelling... And I can completely understand why people get hooked on this stuff. The pharmacist warned me it might keep me up all night (and it did!) I'm still awake, but sleepy, but if I lie down I only sort of semi-nap. I'm full of energy, I want to do stuff for the first time in a while (my voice is back a little, but I feel like I can do so much more, so I get excited and talk too much, or too loudly, so I have to not speak because it ends up hurting more after I talk. (At least I got popsicles in this heat, I've been good about it so far.) But I feel better mentally too, I want to write, I can't get down my ideas fast enough, because I can't type three things out at the same time. Things that have hurt for the past 30 years since my accident don't.
I don't know if it's because I'm not used to them, but yay steroids? Posting here because I full expect the crash to be horrible, and also I seem to have to pee more often.
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@insomnia Downplay their effectiveness to your doctor if you want them again anytime soon, lol. You definitely sound like a candidate for addiction. I'm glad they worked and you're feeling a bit better even if it's a brief respite. Enjoy the glorious weather a bit before that crash hits.
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@insomnia Oh jesus. I beg to not be put on them. Inevitably, once a year I get throw on them because I touched something I REALLY should not have (Or my husband thought a new dish detergent/clothing detergent was warranted and HOLY SHIT MY HANDS BLOW UP).
I sequester myself in the basement, my husband brings me down food, I have a TV and a fire TV and I hide. Because I unhinge my jaw and swallow people whole because they looked at me (I'm seriously not kidding), I'm starving all the damned time but I want nothing in the house. Or in the store. I pace and pace and pace, then cry, then rage, and then apologize for raging, can't sleep. At all. Maybe three hours? Shaking. So much shaking and twitching and it's
I react VERY badly. But if it hits the point that my doctor goes "No choice, you need to" I go on it and we prepare the bunker, so to speak. They are a freaking miracle. But at the same time, dear jesus there has to be another way to make my immune system stop declaring nuclear war. There -has- to be.
Bunny on crack is what my husband calls me.
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@pandora Well, I did smoke for way too many years, but on the flip side while most booze doesn't affect me, get some tequila in me and I am done. Tylenol 3 helps, but I was getting stoned on half a gravol last year so I'm just guessing it's a tolerance thing?
I want to enjoy the outside, but the spider is holding the cherries hostage and the dog is more interested in watching the neighbors chickens. (Plus I'm so pale I pretty much have to use all the sunscreen before I do anything, and people will still think Gondor is calling for aid.) Less joking though I'm worried about over-extending my knee like my voice seems to be doing. I was pretty stubborn when they said I would get off crutches, and then the cane because it didn't hurt, and I don't want to do something like that now, and pay for it later.
@jibberthehut (That's the best one I could find for sympathetic thumbs.)
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@auspice OOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOO my body sayin let's go
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@mietze said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@auspice OOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOO my body sayin let's go
Nope! Today's song is Massive Attack's Teardrop.
Gentle impulsion
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@insomnia Broom to the cherries? Will dislodge the spider and keep it from attacking you and in turn, cherries!
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@jibberthehut That spider worked so very hard on it's home though!
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@insomnia So does the one who occupies our garage door space but there's a treaty. It gets a third of the doorway, no more, no less. It takes up more, it's in violation of the treaty and forfeits it's web.
It rebuilds a day later, and within it's confines.
It can find a new batch o'cherries.
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When the espresso machine at my Starbucks breaks down for half a day and all they have is drip.
Life is hard.
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