Fair enough. I’m just imagining someone popping a squat in a garden or against one of those trees that are planted along the street sort of deals, hence the dirt and confusion about the bag. Now that I think about it I realize not everyone has those things every where.

It’s not constant...just a day...or 7. We’re magical like that.

My doctors always try to bully me into taking shit. I’m not against medicine by any means, I just can’t take a lot things because they react weirdly on me. Most allergy meds give me panic attacks or make me super hyper (just as an example of the weirdness)...I get the opposite. I’m trying to bully my doctor into not…

That’s ridiculous! Most women bleed, we know how it works! And if men don’t like it, they can cover their ears. What’s so uncomfortable about it, anyway? I’ve been spoiled, my husband don’t care, and will up pads for me by himself if need be. His male friends aren’t bothered by period talk either. Except one, but he’s…

My grandma always tells me ‘never pay full price’ (if you can help it). I head straight to the clearance racks in whatever store I’m in. Obviously some things are necessities and can’t wait (especially for us because we don’t get to shop often and run out of shit we need), and clearance racks aren’t guarantees, but I…

Pads, tampons and maybe a cup or two are vital for a bug out bag. If you’re not menstruating, pads are great for emergency wound care (slap it onto a bleeder and press), tampons are good for nosebleeds, and possibly stopping leaks (Top Gear did something with them, I think May put them in some part of his car to keep…

More than likely he needed to inhale some clove or eucalyptus essential oil...make up a nice steam bath.

There’s one half of my family I’m afraid to be around. A few won’t vaccinate their kids, and I’m terrified the adults will spread something to me because they won’t get up to date on their vaccines because Big Pharma is just wanting their money so more people can be autistic or some such bullshit...I’m terrified that…

Milk shakes...I had loads of milkshakes when I was strep laced child. So much strep and milkshakes. Those were about the only thing I could swallow without crying or choking.

That’s how I am. My grandmother and mom are the same way. We use hippy dippy shit at home for minor ailments.

I got whacked with a pallet jack handle as a kid. It was spring loaded and I got a minor concussion. I was fine after a couple of days of a headache (I’m very prone to headaches, and even small bumps make me hurt for days, so that wasn’t unusual for me). I’ve fallen out of trees, bikes, ran headlong into other kids.

Some people are just too stupid to educate. Not ignorant, stupid. Ignorance can be fixed, provided someone is willing to learn, or at least try. Stupid people don’t want to learn, or try.

My grandma used it for me because I was prone to minor infections. I used to swim a lot during the summer, was a filthy child and god knows what all got stuck in my ears, so lots of earaches. She’d mix it with alcohol and warm it up, barely above body temp so it was soothing. The alcohol dries out water, and…

Nothing wrong with little home remedies like hot toddys, essential oils to relax you (so many delicious smells), or taping potato skins to minor boils to help draw out pus (so many old people and a few nurses swear by it). That shit won’t kill you, and if it makes you feel better without any harm, cool. I do some of…

ACV helps mild sore throats and earaches...otherwise, it’s best used in slaw or deviled eggs.

I had a severely irritated gallbladder once...at least that’s what I’ve been told that’s what it was. It wasn’t food poisoning, but I had the super shits and puking.

I laughed. I’m sorry, it’s funny, mainly because it reminded of when I passed out on the toilet.

Holy fuck I’m glad you’re better!

I feel your pain. It wasn’t pink eye, but a horrible stye that popped on it’s own and left blood and pus all over my eye...Blech.

Ew. I had something similar once when I contracted pneumonia. At least that’s what I think it was.