RL Anger
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Fucking metatarsophalangeal joint sprain and/or tendon tear.
Like, how the fuck did this happen? My last workout was on Monday. Yesterday, my left big toe hurt a lot, so I thought I got a sprain inadvertently. This morning, I wake up, and the fucking thing feels like it had exploded. Like my toe was bleeding, when it wasn't.
Like, what the fuck? I know that "getting older" means "getting injured when you didn't before," but I didn't realize it meant "waking up in the morning sometimes comes with a fucking stupidly painful injury."
Like, seriously, what the fuck.
Damn gout!
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I assume you went to a doctor since you can name it. Get well soon.
Of course I can name it. I have the internet. Plus, this isn't the first time I've had turf toe.
It's getting better, but I'm still damn grumpy.
Also, you get used to medical terminology when you review medical records as part of your ordinary course of business.
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My lawyer has advised me to not answer any questions about this. You know the drill.
Unfortunately, this is a deposition, and the question is reasonably calculated to lead to the discovery of salacious evidence. You must answer it, but your lawyer's objection is noted for the record. If you still refuse to answer, I will call the judge for a ruling on the matter.
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@Ganymede Can I play judge? I have this need for power at the moment that I would really prefer never surface in a venue that has any real consequences for anyone. 'Judge in forum argument' is right about my speed for today.
Bear in mind my other angerism, unrelated: Fuck. This. Day. I hate this day. I refuse to call it a holiday. It is a helliday, because it needs to go die in a fire, come back from the dead like Prometheus, and die in a fire again. And again. And again.
That is all.
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@surreality said in RL Anger:
Fuck. This. Day. I hate this day. I refuse to call it a holiday. It is a helliday,
I love St. Valentine's Day.
I love watching people deck their loved ones with gifts and affection, as if that makes up for the remainder of the year's shallow sullenness and petty squabbles. I love to hear the stories of love-lost and chagrin as lovers realize that love is, in fact, transient and intransigent when it comes to scorn. I love the misery it spawns: the awful, grueling realization that nothing is permanent. That death is upon you. That this day is but a single day of ephemera in a lifetime of loneliness and ostracism.
It is especially appealing to watch younger people wrestle with this truth. When they finally break into tears and sobbing, that is when they become acceptable members of my inner circle.
So, enjoy your falsehoods and frauds!
I will be waiting.
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@Ganymede But we get cheaper candy tomorrow so I think it balances out.
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@Kanye-Qwest said in RL Anger:
@Ganymede But we get cheaper candy tomorrow so I think it balances out.
Romance may be dead, but opportunism is alive and well.
Whether single or in a relationship, cheap candy is the only fuck I give about VD.
Largely because I don't want someone to only show me affection on one day out of the year.
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@Three-Eyed-Crow said in RL Anger:
Whether single or in a relationship, cheap candy is the only fuck I give about VD.
I'm also enjoying the many Galentine's Day playlists on Spotify, and the free cookies at the office. Otherwise, no fucks, but I'll always accept free food.
Prior to beginning college anew, I used to tell people 'I went to college just long enough to learn to appreciate free food.'
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Frickin IKEA furniture man. I'm putting together a bed frame with my husband last night and while I'm screwing one of those peg/screw things, the screwdriver slips and is buried in my wrist. Miraculously, I miss every major vein but I have a hole the diameter of a screwdriver in my wrist and my hand just stopped feeling weird and tingly today.
Those pictograph like instructions had us looking at one direction for like 20 minutes, trying to figure out which one not to do, because the X was so faded you had to hold it up to the light to see it.
Finally built the thing and went to sleep. Fuck you ikea.
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@ThugHeaven Sorry to hear about your wrist! I hope you feel better.
Although I curse IKEA every second I'm putting stuff together (at least at first, I've found if I'm doing several pieces in a row the last few become much simpler), my biggest issue with them is if I have to move and the furniture won't fit through the door.
Putting them together is a smaller issue. Taking them apart might be a much bigger one if I plan to use them again after that.
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@ThugHeaven said in RL Anger:
Those pictograph like instructions had us looking at one direction for like 20 minutes, trying to figure out which one not to do, because the X was so faded you had to hold it up to the light to see it.
IKEA - The karma sutra of the building world. Sure, it sounds good at the time until you both have your heads sideways looking at the picture and wondering if your insurance will cover this accident.
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I love assembling furniture. Even IKEA furniture.
It's like a lovely puzzle. Just leave me to it and I'm a happy camper.
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I don't mind putting together furniture, that's the funny thing. It was just one of those things where a piece didn't fit like it was supposed to and really bad luck.
I can't even call it bad luck because, it didn't even bleed that much. We're in the bathroom staring at my wrist waiting for blood to come gushing out and it never did. Now that I have feeling in my hand again, I'm relieved it wasn't serious.
But still...fuck IKEA.