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Originally Posted by 1and1
Good thing you're not in the USA!
ER's here would give you some advil and suggest that you need rehab for your drug problem....
((sigh))
Lups, I wish I was half the man you are. Can't imagine swinging a shovel, much less a sledge hammer, with broken ribs...
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Here we have a system where every doctor sees from their computer all the meds ever subscribed to a person as well as all previous medical information. That makes it pretty hard to con doctors.
I can have a beer or four, even whiskey when I've had a week filled with huge successes in stupidity but meds scare the living shit out of me. It's irrational, and my uncle who specializes in ligaments and other shit I have zero vocabulary for has made a point about showing up to the house almost daily to ask if I've kicked out the stupid from me already. Only when I couldn't breath or talk thanks to this cramping thing I asked him for muscle relaxants and since the box has a triangle warning label on them, I stored them above a closet I can't reach now.
I know, I'm a real fucking hero.
Thanks for the ego boost! If it's any help I can deal with most little injuries but even mild hike in body temperature sends me under the blankets. I turn in to a pathetic sniffling mess every time. I make all men look like true heroes in their manflus.
Two hours of some sleep done, no ER since I couldn't reach my phone to call a cab.
Anyway, I'm putting tiles on to the kitchen today and if I can move maybe help out the father-in-law in his quest of making even one of our bathrooms a fully functioning one. One has lights and no seat, one has water but no light or a seat, one has a seat but no water or light. The one bathroom that's functioning is in original shape and so ugly I can't make myself go there without a sledge hammer which I'm sad to report I'm banned from using again.