round 8
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Cheers cull, well needed.
In decidedly un-emo news, it's my 2 year wedding anniversary this coming week!
Still emo about my job tho
Dunno what else she thinks we could do on a Monday night when I have work in the day.
Look, the wages you withheld from the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves for slaughter.
Happy anniversary, you two!
(Smuggo, perhaps she wanted you to arrange for a weekend getaway to some hotel or something?)
To answer a question - yeah, it's just a regular one. It's been over 2 years since the last one, no symptoms since the original episode. The neurologist wants to know what my brain looks like, me not so much. In my mind, I gain very little out of this. Worst -> diagnosis (which brings no joy, instead a hassle). Best -> my brain reflects my lack of symptoms. There is no one on one relationship between lesions and symptoms, although a large lesion load does not say good things about your disease progression/severity. Anyway, I finally did agree to have the MRI because I know that the previous is possibly a tad too negative view and there is some power in even this knowledge. I did tell him that a positive outcome may mean I stop my yearly visits to him. I just sit there and tell him I'm fine, which is to be expected because I have to call him immediately if a symptom presents. So not much point really.
This is 9th so not a landmark or anything. Plus I just bought her a £1000 Surface Pro and £350 worth of uni books so she's not getting anything else cos I can't afford it.
Look, the wages you withheld from the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves for slaughter.
Thanks Alex <3
The MRI was in the early morning, so it's over and done with. Even the massively annoying intravenous contrasting fluid shit was bearable. I do think I'll have a nice shiner at the inside of my arm again, but oh well. Friday around noon we'll have the results.
(As usual the staff was surprised I wasn't screaming, having a fit inside the tube or in need of weird rituals to calm down. Makes you wonder about the average MRI customer)
Yeah the wife got some big list of help you should get to do her MRI scan and people acting like she was going to be placed in a burning pit or something but it was like, no big deal.
I dozed off in the MRI machine earlier this year. Not really sure what peoples' problem with them is if you aren't claustrophobic. Which most people aren't.
Look, the wages you withheld from the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves for slaughter.
Well, one thing I hadn't thought about before reading the list is that you have a problem if you have a tattoo near where you're in the tube. Apparently tattoo ink contains metals. I had this horrifying mental picture of someone with permanent make up whose eyelids were straining upwards. (I have no tattoos). Make up sometimes contains metal particles too. The morning before a MRI I find myself obsessively reading the ingredient list of my moisturizerI do have a slight allergic reaction to the contrasting agent, so that's always a must to report.
Other than that, I guess most people are more claustrophobic than they let on so they treat it as if it's a burning pit?
I'm pretty sure your tattoos are only an issue if you had them done in a prison.
People are generally less claustrophobic than they let on. People claiming they are claustrophobic are usually the same people who say they have OCD because they don't like having a messy desk. It's just mild hypochondria and people like getting attention for having medical procedures done.
Look, the wages you withheld from the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves for slaughter.
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