Boils. I got fucking BOILS down there. I do not miss the fucking thing one iota.
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The hormonal effects of Mirena were not local only for me - and I was on the thing for fifteen years. (I was assured by my doctors in the meantime that the Mirena *couldn’t* be responsible for the skin, mood changes, weight gain and fatigue. When I had it taken out so we could conceive, those things - weight, so far,…
I had Mirena for 15 years; it came out when I wanted to conceive.
I got seriously burned on a Kickstarter two years ago, and haven’t backed one since. I’ve just backed this.
I’ve got Yew, babe.
Seriously dude - other people have to deal with that. Do everybody a favour and sit the fuck down.
Interesting, actually, how in many of the newspaper comments sections about this case a divorced dad will pop up whining about what a bitch his ex-wife is...etc etc etc. People like this are why so many of us run screaming whenever we hear the phrase “fathers’ rights”.
I googled her: she’s his wife. http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-watch….
My secret: I buy packs of 20 white microfibre cloths which are meant to be used for cleaning; they make FANTASTIC face cloths, and because they’re marketed as something for drudgery rather than bathtime, they’re only £11. http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004SH6RF8/… Swap ‘em out daily, and Bob’s your uncle.
Hey! I use washcloths! They’re great for cleaning my face, and if you’re in the bath reading a book and your hands get wet, a wrung-out one makes an excellent hand-drying device.
As a not-vagina-haver, I can’t opine on the reachability of one’s cervix.
I WAS AT A PARTY CLIVE OWEN WAS AT LAST WEEK! (I did not approach him - only spotted him towards the end, thought it’d be rude, and noted that he was looking IMMENSELY fucked off, probably in large part because people kept going up and asking for selfies.)
I’ll be seeing that in my nightmares tonight. I am not sure whether to shake your hand on finding what HAS to be the gif of the day, or throw things at you.
Sister in corporate social media and Captain America, I feel you. This gave me horrible chills.
This show has clearly turned me into someone who can’t feel empathy any more: I stopped watching years ago, but my instinctive reaction on reading this post was to google Slade and Gretchen to find out whether she’s still putting up with his shit. (Spoiler: she is, although neither of them turned up for a set wedding…
Meat - especially rare, red meat - is, weirdly, something that sets off a nausea response in a *lot* of pregnant women. (Like look-at-it-and-I’ll-barf stuff.) I have no idea why.
Not in my office. We take this stuff pretty seriously, and when we were sent a middle-aged ponytail temp dude this week I am pleased to say that about ten people came to check quietly on who he was, and whether he was supposed to be there, within his first couple of hours in the building.
Ooh - I hadn’t heard of Scottevest either. There are some really useful-looking things there that aren’t hideous; thank you!
The difficult thing is when you’re on a flight that fluctuates horribly in temperature; a lot of the long-haul international flights I have to take for work seesaw between overcold (especially around the feet sometimes) and BAKING HOT OH GOD I WANT TO DIE. Which is worst of all when you’re on a flight you’re trying to…