OK, my dick has gotten super hard and so ready to cum in the past few days because I have lined up sexy time with not one but two babes over the next few days. I have not fucked around with either ****e or ****e in a while. But with the money rolling in and me finally feeling good about my health (the coughing is still there, just not as bad as it has been), I have gotten my groove back ... and I'm ready to rock out with my cock out!
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, when I ****e sucks my dick. I just happened to see her at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition) last (Wednesday) night and I arranged for me to take her to the party. I now have a fantasy of showing up at her place early, then asking if the shit I want her to do to me at the party we can do in her bedroom instead. It'd save me a fee! Regardless, ****e is ready to fuckin' put out, and I (hopefully) will be ready to respond with my jizz!
Then, assuming she calls back, I'll drive a long way on Sunday, a football day, to mess around with ****e. She is now the only woman in my life who'll let me rawdog her. And I'm ready to slide my dick into her vagina and copulate the way God intended. And hey, maybe she'll cook me lunch before we fuck. And double hey, since it's the weekend, maybe she'll let me stay over for the night!
I don't care that I'm spending money. I have enough where I can fuck!
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Don't Fuck Me Like This, Storage Dude!
Got a late fee charge from the storage place last night. How in the hell? These are the same guys who made me move my shit into another place over Easter ... and gave me a free month. And this is on top of me paying for a year. I should be good through March, and yet I've been told I'm late?!
Man, I don't need this shit right now.
Man, I don't need this shit right now.
Labels:
free,
getting screwed,
money,
stuff I don't get
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Micro-Aggression?
OK, so I'm starting to get what the other people in this department are saying when talking about the guy who's training me. I think. Today he sort-of ripped a paper out of my hands, and I think I got a paper cut. Is it micro-aggression? Nervousness? I think it's an accident, and throughout it all (and the whole day) he was kind and docile. But there are other behaviors that tell you about a person, and ... yeah, I didn't need that, let's just say.
Labels:
authority figures,
body language,
passive-aggressiveness,
work
Monday, November 12, 2018
The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey
Positive Numbers: Gopher soccer (Last Week: Positive Numbers). Whatever happens from here on out, I believe that the University of Minnesota women's soccer team is currently the most unheralded story going on in Twin Cities sports. For the first time in program history, the Golden Gophers won an NCAA women's soccer tournament game on the road. Friday they walked onto the AU Soccer Complex and beat Auburn, 2-0, on Goals by Emily Peterson (in the 61st Minute) and Megan Gray (80'), both off Set Pieces (Free Kick for the former, Corner Kick for the latter). I was happy that this squad ran the table and won the Big Ten Tournament when that was the only way to get into the NCAAs. And now they've won a game? Cool!
This weekend they go to Los Angeles. Friday at 9:30 p.m. they visit UCLA, which is one of the four #2 seeds. They somehow survive that, they face either Santa Clara (one of four #3 seeds) or N.C. St. Sunday night. But really, they could get throttled by the Bruins and this season is already a roaring success. Good luck to the Gophers!
#0: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: 0). And we still need to give dap to the volleyball club, who remain perfect in the B1G after sweeping Indiana and Purdue at Maturi over the weekend. But now comes the hard part standing in the way of conference perfection. The home schedule is over; the team now plays the final four games of the regular season on the road, starting with a Maryland-Ohio St. back-to-back this weekend.
#-1: Gopher football (Last Week: -6). OK, now this is a pleasant surprise ... although the fanbase has been starving for progress like this in P. J. Fleck's second year. Hosting a Purdue squad that frogstomped Ohio St. and has a Head Coach who now seems ticketed to go back to his alma mater of Louisville (Jeff Brohm), the Golden Gophers controlled the game from second 1 on Saturday and coasted to a 41-10 rout of the Boilermakers. It's kind of inexplicable how it happened. But it happened, and it should have happened, and now these guys have the same record as my alma mater.
Now, the goal is bowl eligibility. Unfortunately, neither of the team's last two games are winnable. Saturday they host Northwestern, which has already sewn up the Big Ten West.
#-2: Gopher women's basketball (Re-Entry!). I was at Lindsay Whalen's first game as Head Coach. Frankly, they went overboard with all the hype. The HC was more of a focus than the players -- which might make sense, but in another way, it shouldn't be that way.
For most of Friday's game versus New Hampshire I was looking at Whalen, just because. She has this tic of straightening her hair. Many times Assistant Coach Danielle O'Banion climbed onto the Williams Arena floor to talk to Whalen about something -- which might make sense, since Whalen is a new Head Coach while O'Banion has been an HC (at Kent St. from 2012 to 2016). And one time during a media timeout huddle, Minnesota set up their stools too close to one of those free-throw shooting contests the arena runs, and the whole team had to get up and re-huddle closer to the sideline.
But other than those peculiarities that don't really amount to much, all was well and good. The U. rebounded well, and led by Kenisha Bell, the Gophers ran away from the Wildcats, 70-47. Not a bad start. Now comes the hard part: The first road game of Whalen's career, at Xavier Wednesday. Then then host San Diego at The Barn Saturday night.
#-3: Gopher men's basketball (Re-Entry!). It is a make-or-break year for Richard Pitino. Remember that the hype was on for Minnesota last year; they were even placed in the preseason Top 25. And they responded with such a devastating flame-out that they refused a spot in the NIT. At least they have some dignity there.
Most of the entire outfit is back, including Eric Curry, who missed the whole season and was considered one of the main reasons the Goofers underachieved. And yet, even with a veteran-laden squad, they are picked to finish in the middle of the B1G, with only flickering hopes of The Big Dance. Anything less than that, and Pitino goes from the hot seat to the unemployment line. Sure, the year began on the right foot, beating Nebraska-Omaha at Williams Tuesday, 104-76. But I think a better barometer for what this team is made of comes tonight (Monday night) vs. Utah, a game I will be going to in a few hours. After that, the U. begins the Vancouver Showcase (whatever that is) with a game Sunday night against Texas A&M.
#-4: Wild (Last Week: -3). Overall, this was a superlative week for Twin Cities sports. The Wild are the first team on the WMNSS to have lost this screening week, and even then, with a 4-3 loss in San Jose, they responded with victories at Los Angeles, Anaheim (those two coming back-to-back), and St. Louis -- all on the road. That gives the club 24 Points, which is second-best in the Central Division and Western Conference (behind Nashville), and third-best in the NHL (behind the Predators and Tampa Bay). Can they keep this up? This week they host Washington, Vancouver and Buffalo every other day; the Sabres matchup Saturday is followed by a roadie against Chicago Sunday.
#-5: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -5). You win some, you lose some. The club split a two-fer at Wisconsin, beating the Badgers Friday 3-2, then losing to them Saturday, 3-1. They host a two-game series vs. St. Lawrence (now that's an exotic squad that doesn't come up here often) this weekend.
#-Infinity: Timberwolves (Last Week: -4). How in the fuck Tom Thibodeau fucked this up astounds me. He eschewed the by far best trade possible, to Houston for four first-round picks, and instead sent Jimmy Butler to the Philadelphia 76ers for two role players, an expiring contract, and a second-round pick. Thibs doesn't even get one fucking first-round pick out of this. I don't understand how in the hell Owner Glen Taylor hasn't fired Tom Thibodeau already.
Do I even need to list why this was such a self-own? I don't care that the Houston Rockets are a NBA championship contender. The four first-round picks would come next year and then every other year through 2025. (By NBA bylaw, a team cannot trade first-rounders in consecutive years, and a team cannot trade any picks beyond seven years. The Rockets literally gave the Woofie Dogs as many first-round picks as they were allowed to.) A lot can happen in seven years. The Rockets could turn to shit by 2025, even if Rockets General Manager Daryl Morey set some protections for those last two picks. Besides, first-round picks are assets. A General Manager, or at least one more competent than Thibs, could flip first-rounders if need be for Timberwolves needs as they arise. Just get the fucking picks!
Instead, we get Robert Covington and Dario Saric. Perfect Thibs people -- defend well, and can shoot the three, which this franchise still sorely need. (Oh, and the expiring contract belongs to Jerryd Bayless; there is a lot of talk that Bayless will be cut for money reasons.) But this is not the haul you get for a consensus Top 20 pick (as well as Justin Patton). Covington and Saric are pieces that will complement Karl-Anthony Towns and Andrew Wiggins, and that leaves a problem that remains even with Butler and his bullying gone. Because it turns out that the Timberwolves' two #1 draft picks, Wiggins and Towns, are talents that don't give a shit about winning. This franchise had no choice but to go all-in on these two players, but unfortunately it feels as though these guys are not worth the contracts they signed. So Covington and Saric are going to be satellite pieces that are going to be led by two players who don't want to lead. And that's another reason why you collect first-round picks. Maybe Wiggins and Towns aren't the answer, and this organization has to -- my God, I can't believe I'm saying this -- start over again with yet another #1 overall picks. But with no first-round picks coming back in the Butler trade, that is impossible.
You want to know why Thibs turned down the Rockets' offer? He didn't want to trade Butler to a Western Conference rival. What the fuck makes him think the Timberwolves are actually a rival to the Houston Rockets? I think Thibs wanted to trade Butler to the Sixers because he thought the two d-men who he got are the best players that will help him win now -- even though it's obvious, at least to me, that this is not a playoff team.
My God, this fucking franchise could not have bungled up this trade saga worse than they have. And that is why they get a midseason #-Infinity. Well, that and the fact that they went 0-3 in California this screening week, extended a losing streak to five. At least they'll be home for the next five, including games vs. Brooklyn, New Orleans, Portland and Memphis this week.
This weekend they go to Los Angeles. Friday at 9:30 p.m. they visit UCLA, which is one of the four #2 seeds. They somehow survive that, they face either Santa Clara (one of four #3 seeds) or N.C. St. Sunday night. But really, they could get throttled by the Bruins and this season is already a roaring success. Good luck to the Gophers!
#0: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: 0). And we still need to give dap to the volleyball club, who remain perfect in the B1G after sweeping Indiana and Purdue at Maturi over the weekend. But now comes the hard part standing in the way of conference perfection. The home schedule is over; the team now plays the final four games of the regular season on the road, starting with a Maryland-Ohio St. back-to-back this weekend.
#-1: Gopher football (Last Week: -6). OK, now this is a pleasant surprise ... although the fanbase has been starving for progress like this in P. J. Fleck's second year. Hosting a Purdue squad that frogstomped Ohio St. and has a Head Coach who now seems ticketed to go back to his alma mater of Louisville (Jeff Brohm), the Golden Gophers controlled the game from second 1 on Saturday and coasted to a 41-10 rout of the Boilermakers. It's kind of inexplicable how it happened. But it happened, and it should have happened, and now these guys have the same record as my alma mater.
Now, the goal is bowl eligibility. Unfortunately, neither of the team's last two games are winnable. Saturday they host Northwestern, which has already sewn up the Big Ten West.
#-2: Gopher women's basketball (Re-Entry!). I was at Lindsay Whalen's first game as Head Coach. Frankly, they went overboard with all the hype. The HC was more of a focus than the players -- which might make sense, but in another way, it shouldn't be that way.
For most of Friday's game versus New Hampshire I was looking at Whalen, just because. She has this tic of straightening her hair. Many times Assistant Coach Danielle O'Banion climbed onto the Williams Arena floor to talk to Whalen about something -- which might make sense, since Whalen is a new Head Coach while O'Banion has been an HC (at Kent St. from 2012 to 2016). And one time during a media timeout huddle, Minnesota set up their stools too close to one of those free-throw shooting contests the arena runs, and the whole team had to get up and re-huddle closer to the sideline.
But other than those peculiarities that don't really amount to much, all was well and good. The U. rebounded well, and led by Kenisha Bell, the Gophers ran away from the Wildcats, 70-47. Not a bad start. Now comes the hard part: The first road game of Whalen's career, at Xavier Wednesday. Then then host San Diego at The Barn Saturday night.
#-3: Gopher men's basketball (Re-Entry!). It is a make-or-break year for Richard Pitino. Remember that the hype was on for Minnesota last year; they were even placed in the preseason Top 25. And they responded with such a devastating flame-out that they refused a spot in the NIT. At least they have some dignity there.
Most of the entire outfit is back, including Eric Curry, who missed the whole season and was considered one of the main reasons the Goofers underachieved. And yet, even with a veteran-laden squad, they are picked to finish in the middle of the B1G, with only flickering hopes of The Big Dance. Anything less than that, and Pitino goes from the hot seat to the unemployment line. Sure, the year began on the right foot, beating Nebraska-Omaha at Williams Tuesday, 104-76. But I think a better barometer for what this team is made of comes tonight (Monday night) vs. Utah, a game I will be going to in a few hours. After that, the U. begins the Vancouver Showcase (whatever that is) with a game Sunday night against Texas A&M.
#-4: Wild (Last Week: -3). Overall, this was a superlative week for Twin Cities sports. The Wild are the first team on the WMNSS to have lost this screening week, and even then, with a 4-3 loss in San Jose, they responded with victories at Los Angeles, Anaheim (those two coming back-to-back), and St. Louis -- all on the road. That gives the club 24 Points, which is second-best in the Central Division and Western Conference (behind Nashville), and third-best in the NHL (behind the Predators and Tampa Bay). Can they keep this up? This week they host Washington, Vancouver and Buffalo every other day; the Sabres matchup Saturday is followed by a roadie against Chicago Sunday.
#-5: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -5). You win some, you lose some. The club split a two-fer at Wisconsin, beating the Badgers Friday 3-2, then losing to them Saturday, 3-1. They host a two-game series vs. St. Lawrence (now that's an exotic squad that doesn't come up here often) this weekend.
#-Infinity: Timberwolves (Last Week: -4). How in the fuck Tom Thibodeau fucked this up astounds me. He eschewed the by far best trade possible, to Houston for four first-round picks, and instead sent Jimmy Butler to the Philadelphia 76ers for two role players, an expiring contract, and a second-round pick. Thibs doesn't even get one fucking first-round pick out of this. I don't understand how in the hell Owner Glen Taylor hasn't fired Tom Thibodeau already.
Do I even need to list why this was such a self-own? I don't care that the Houston Rockets are a NBA championship contender. The four first-round picks would come next year and then every other year through 2025. (By NBA bylaw, a team cannot trade first-rounders in consecutive years, and a team cannot trade any picks beyond seven years. The Rockets literally gave the Woofie Dogs as many first-round picks as they were allowed to.) A lot can happen in seven years. The Rockets could turn to shit by 2025, even if Rockets General Manager Daryl Morey set some protections for those last two picks. Besides, first-round picks are assets. A General Manager, or at least one more competent than Thibs, could flip first-rounders if need be for Timberwolves needs as they arise. Just get the fucking picks!
Instead, we get Robert Covington and Dario Saric. Perfect Thibs people -- defend well, and can shoot the three, which this franchise still sorely need. (Oh, and the expiring contract belongs to Jerryd Bayless; there is a lot of talk that Bayless will be cut for money reasons.) But this is not the haul you get for a consensus Top 20 pick (as well as Justin Patton). Covington and Saric are pieces that will complement Karl-Anthony Towns and Andrew Wiggins, and that leaves a problem that remains even with Butler and his bullying gone. Because it turns out that the Timberwolves' two #1 draft picks, Wiggins and Towns, are talents that don't give a shit about winning. This franchise had no choice but to go all-in on these two players, but unfortunately it feels as though these guys are not worth the contracts they signed. So Covington and Saric are going to be satellite pieces that are going to be led by two players who don't want to lead. And that's another reason why you collect first-round picks. Maybe Wiggins and Towns aren't the answer, and this organization has to -- my God, I can't believe I'm saying this -- start over again with yet another #1 overall picks. But with no first-round picks coming back in the Butler trade, that is impossible.
You want to know why Thibs turned down the Rockets' offer? He didn't want to trade Butler to a Western Conference rival. What the fuck makes him think the Timberwolves are actually a rival to the Houston Rockets? I think Thibs wanted to trade Butler to the Sixers because he thought the two d-men who he got are the best players that will help him win now -- even though it's obvious, at least to me, that this is not a playoff team.
My God, this fucking franchise could not have bungled up this trade saga worse than they have. And that is why they get a midseason #-Infinity. Well, that and the fact that they went 0-3 in California this screening week, extended a losing streak to five. At least they'll be home for the next five, including games vs. Brooklyn, New Orleans, Portland and Memphis this week.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
I'm Going To Get Into Trouble For Saying This, But. ...
OK, so I follow a bunch of hot models on Facebook, right? Well, I came by a status update today (Sunday) from one of them relaying a cold call she got. Apparently the man on the other end of the line was kind of stuttering and hesitant, but eventually he got the courage to say that, and I think I'm quoting, "I pleasure myself to nude photos of you."
And she objected to it -- both the call and the concept. "If you do jerk off to me nude," I'm paraphrasing her as saying, "Don't tell me, because it's creepy and weird." And to that I say: What do you expect? Is it creepy and weird? Eh ... I don't think so. That's why I look at nude photos of you and others. You really think men look at those types of photos just for their artistic quality lol.
OK, so the guy cold-call her out of the blue. That's weird. But frankly, I've had that urge. And she should not be surprised at all by the sentiment. 'Cause that's what I do. And I'm certain most other male admirers do the same thing I do.
Hope I don't catch hell for this.
And she objected to it -- both the call and the concept. "If you do jerk off to me nude," I'm paraphrasing her as saying, "Don't tell me, because it's creepy and weird." And to that I say: What do you expect? Is it creepy and weird? Eh ... I don't think so. That's why I look at nude photos of you and others. You really think men look at those types of photos just for their artistic quality lol.
OK, so the guy cold-call her out of the blue. That's weird. But frankly, I've had that urge. And she should not be surprised at all by the sentiment. 'Cause that's what I do. And I'm certain most other male admirers do the same thing I do.
Hope I don't catch hell for this.
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Saturday, November 10, 2018
Furnace Fuckin' Leaked Again Last Night
But I think I know why. I mean, it shouldn't happen, but I think I now know when it happens.
So the humidifier has seven different settings. It has always been set on "4," the normal setting. But looking at the instructions and knowing how cold it is outside, there is a recommended level of humidity for the house, and to do that, yesterday I raised it to "5," meaning more moisture in the air.
I don't remember how long I left it at that setting. But something told me to check, and once I got down to the furnace, yep, the hose was dripping and/or leaking water. I had the good sense to put the mop bucket underneath the hose, but the hose is flush against the furnace, and the lip of the bucket is flat, plus the shape of the bucket meant that a lot of the water reached the floor. It didn't swamp the entire basement, thank goodness, and the Shamwow soaked up some of the water and, well, time evaporated the water in the bucket. But there was a lot more water than I thought, and I don't think I left the furnace for that long.
However, I think that the first time it happened it happened with the humidifier set on "5." So, even though I turned off the heater before I went to work today (came back and it was 55 degrees -- yikes!), I feel good that water leaks only when I set the humidifier at something past "4." I don't know if it's ideal for the house or for my sinuses, keeping at a "normal" setting. But I'll take a dry cough -- and warmth -- over dealing with a fucking water leak.
So the humidifier has seven different settings. It has always been set on "4," the normal setting. But looking at the instructions and knowing how cold it is outside, there is a recommended level of humidity for the house, and to do that, yesterday I raised it to "5," meaning more moisture in the air.
I don't remember how long I left it at that setting. But something told me to check, and once I got down to the furnace, yep, the hose was dripping and/or leaking water. I had the good sense to put the mop bucket underneath the hose, but the hose is flush against the furnace, and the lip of the bucket is flat, plus the shape of the bucket meant that a lot of the water reached the floor. It didn't swamp the entire basement, thank goodness, and the Shamwow soaked up some of the water and, well, time evaporated the water in the bucket. But there was a lot more water than I thought, and I don't think I left the furnace for that long.
However, I think that the first time it happened it happened with the humidifier set on "5." So, even though I turned off the heater before I went to work today (came back and it was 55 degrees -- yikes!), I feel good that water leaks only when I set the humidifier at something past "4." I don't know if it's ideal for the house or for my sinuses, keeping at a "normal" setting. But I'll take a dry cough -- and warmth -- over dealing with a fucking water leak.
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winter,
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Friday, November 9, 2018
Turns Out No One Likes The Guy Training Me This Week
So this week I switched to a new dimension to my job. For what I've seen so far, I like it, a lot. There doesn't seem to be a deadline where I have to get the work done, so there's no stress there. What does go on there seems to be up my alley; I don't feel as lost as I do in my first skill set, and I think I have most of the gist of it down. Finally (and this most certainly could change), I like everybody in the department. They are so nice, and they're willing to help, and that's including the guy who is training me.
That last sentiment isn't shared, however. Today, I didn't know which department I would be working in because the guy wasn't there to train me. But I just sauntered into the new department and started working. (Turns out I should have gone back to my old department first thing in the morning. E-mailed my supervisor, and an hour into the day he told me to get out of there. That is an echo to Tuesday, where I started out at my old department when I should have directly went into my new department first thing.) As the others started rolling in, late because of the first dusting of snow of the season (there are no worse drivers than Minnesotans after the first snow of the season), they started telling me how the guy who's training me ... uh, could be better at his job. One of them complains that he doesn't tell the other people about things they might want to know, such as me coming into training starting this week. Also, one of them overheard him saying to me, "I told you this yesterday ..." and taking deep umbrage at his tone. I didn't really mind it; the supervisor from my previous skill set pulled that line on me twice. But maybe I've just shielded myself to it, and that I maybe should listen to the woman who thought he went over the line.
OK, so the other people in the dept. thinks he's kind of a dope. I have no beef with him. And yet -- this is something worth keeping in mind.
That last sentiment isn't shared, however. Today, I didn't know which department I would be working in because the guy wasn't there to train me. But I just sauntered into the new department and started working. (Turns out I should have gone back to my old department first thing in the morning. E-mailed my supervisor, and an hour into the day he told me to get out of there. That is an echo to Tuesday, where I started out at my old department when I should have directly went into my new department first thing.) As the others started rolling in, late because of the first dusting of snow of the season (there are no worse drivers than Minnesotans after the first snow of the season), they started telling me how the guy who's training me ... uh, could be better at his job. One of them complains that he doesn't tell the other people about things they might want to know, such as me coming into training starting this week. Also, one of them overheard him saying to me, "I told you this yesterday ..." and taking deep umbrage at his tone. I didn't really mind it; the supervisor from my previous skill set pulled that line on me twice. But maybe I've just shielded myself to it, and that I maybe should listen to the woman who thought he went over the line.
OK, so the other people in the dept. thinks he's kind of a dope. I have no beef with him. And yet -- this is something worth keeping in mind.
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bad driving,
changes,
complaining,
tone,
winter,
work
Thursday, November 8, 2018
My Reservoir Of Snot
So as of this afternoon the amoxicilin/potassium clavunalate is gone. So, I'm assuming my sinus infection is completely done with, and yet I still feel quite miserable.
I'm waking up in the middle of the night coughing like the dickens. That's because my body believes there's so much mucus building up that if I don't cough, I'll suffocate. Well, where does that mucus come from? Since my birth, I've been a snot factory. No two ways about it.
But I'll just throw this out there. Once, long ago, my dentist at the time took x-rays of not only my teeth but the surrounding area. And, assuming I'm not mis-remembering this, he noticed a mass right around one of my nostrils -- probably my left one, because that's the one that usually produces the most snot. If I recall correctly, he said that that mass is producing mucus/snot ... and that it can be removed. If that's correct, and if I get this procedure, does this mean that I won't produce any more snot? At the very least will I finally be rid of episodes like this, where I'm literally choking myself awake?
It seems so far-fetched that if I tell my doctor, I'm afraid he'll laugh me out of the room. But geez, I generate so much of this crap that there has to be some reservoir of snot that is producing this mucus like it's wartime. Maybe I should look into this.
I'm waking up in the middle of the night coughing like the dickens. That's because my body believes there's so much mucus building up that if I don't cough, I'll suffocate. Well, where does that mucus come from? Since my birth, I've been a snot factory. No two ways about it.
But I'll just throw this out there. Once, long ago, my dentist at the time took x-rays of not only my teeth but the surrounding area. And, assuming I'm not mis-remembering this, he noticed a mass right around one of my nostrils -- probably my left one, because that's the one that usually produces the most snot. If I recall correctly, he said that that mass is producing mucus/snot ... and that it can be removed. If that's correct, and if I get this procedure, does this mean that I won't produce any more snot? At the very least will I finally be rid of episodes like this, where I'm literally choking myself awake?
It seems so far-fetched that if I tell my doctor, I'm afraid he'll laugh me out of the room. But geez, I generate so much of this crap that there has to be some reservoir of snot that is producing this mucus like it's wartime. Maybe I should look into this.
Labels:
childhood,
health,
record-keeping,
sick
A Good Night's Sleep -- What's That?
Woke up violently to coughing again this morning, around 3:30. NyQuil put me back under, but only for a couple hours because I have fucking farmer hours for work.
I have not had a decent night's sleep in a month. At least. Cannot believe it.
Off to fucking work I go.
I have not had a decent night's sleep in a month. At least. Cannot believe it.
Off to fucking work I go.
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health,
record-keeping,
sleep,
tired,
work
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