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Yah wanna know what pisses me off? Do you?
Well OK, maybe you don't have that kind of time.
So I'll just tell you about one thing.
Something that always makes me want to shake people by the throat is reacting the news that they have done something wrong with self-pity.
Me: Hey, I don't like that. Don't do that any more.
Person Who Does Not Suck Reaction: Shit, sorry about that. I had no idea... I'll try keep an eye out for that sort of thing, but give me a poke if I mess up again. C'mon, I'll buy you a beer.
Person Who Most Decidedly Does Suck Reaction: I was just kidding around, sorry for being me. Guess I fucked up again, just like I always do. I can't do anything right. I guess I'll go away now and not bother you any more if my sense of humour is so offensive.
You can almost see the staple marks in their forehead.
So what exactly is it that they expect to gain from that particular exchange? Am I supposed to follow them, apologizing for being pissed off? Comfort them, by insisting that no, they are not a total loser, they just have communication issues?
Fuck that. I don't have that kind of spare time.
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As you can probably tell, I'm in a mood. Blame insomnia.
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In part #2 of my Getting Physical Shit Dealt With series went to the doctor yesterday to to get my lungs looked at.
I was there for 3 hours to get poked and prodded, got my tetanus shot (probably a good idea given how much gravel I had to pick out of my nose) and a flu shot, had a chest x-ray and an electrocardiogram (!!) and had about six tubes of blood drawn and peed in a jar.
And came home with Super Asthma meds, that apparently costs $1523651.26 a shot. Or something.
I need to get my ass onto a drug plan.
And I have to admit, I didn't ask what the rational was for giving me an ECG. I was just too startled. Maybe it's an age thing.
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saw Pirates again last night. Johnny Depp rocks. You all want him, you know you do.
And he's old like me.
HA!
Well OK, maybe you don't have that kind of time.
So I'll just tell you about one thing.
Something that always makes me want to shake people by the throat is reacting the news that they have done something wrong with self-pity.
Me: Hey, I don't like that. Don't do that any more.
Person Who Does Not Suck Reaction: Shit, sorry about that. I had no idea... I'll try keep an eye out for that sort of thing, but give me a poke if I mess up again. C'mon, I'll buy you a beer.
Person Who Most Decidedly Does Suck Reaction: I was just kidding around, sorry for being me. Guess I fucked up again, just like I always do. I can't do anything right. I guess I'll go away now and not bother you any more if my sense of humour is so offensive.
You can almost see the staple marks in their forehead.
So what exactly is it that they expect to gain from that particular exchange? Am I supposed to follow them, apologizing for being pissed off? Comfort them, by insisting that no, they are not a total loser, they just have communication issues?
Fuck that. I don't have that kind of spare time.
As you can probably tell, I'm in a mood. Blame insomnia.
In part #2 of my Getting Physical Shit Dealt With series went to the doctor yesterday to to get my lungs looked at.
I was there for 3 hours to get poked and prodded, got my tetanus shot (probably a good idea given how much gravel I had to pick out of my nose) and a flu shot, had a chest x-ray and an electrocardiogram (!!) and had about six tubes of blood drawn and peed in a jar.
And came home with Super Asthma meds, that apparently costs $1523651.26 a shot. Or something.
I need to get my ass onto a drug plan.
And I have to admit, I didn't ask what the rational was for giving me an ECG. I was just too startled. Maybe it's an age thing.
saw Pirates again last night. Johnny Depp rocks. You all want him, you know you do.
And he's old like me.
HA!