My eye-opening moment occurred when I’d had horrendous spinal surgery and the husband made dinner for us all (as opposed to ordering out)...and my daughters, then 8 and 10, had to explain to him how to make macaroni and cheese. Kraft. From the box. Their mild disdain cut him deeply.

I hand that metafilter in .pdf form to my friends when they start ranting about how their husbands don’t do shit around the house, or expect them to remember EVERYONE’S god damn birthday on both sides of the family, or handle the dog being sick, or deal with the gardener’s shitty trimming of the hedges again.

Because of the manner in which you drily dismiss folks’ concerns?

1/2 a pill, 3x a day, lets me function, do my job (I’m a transcriptionist from home) and generally be able to handle little things like laundry. Anything more than that, I get sick. But I’m an addict, or so they say.

I sure wish I knew who these doctors were that hand out Vicodin like candy. Even after major surgeries, docs I’ve had (different ones) all treat those precious, precious scripts like they’re fucking gold. And I have to drive 45 minutes to the office (alternately, 1.5 hours, DC traffic is notoriously unpredictable),…

I’m one of those people that contemplated taking a short walk into the woods with a gun due to chronic pain. I’ve had several surgeries to correct it and spine surgery being the fickle beast that it is, I can probably look forward to several more surgeries where they split my skin, flay the muscles from my neckbones,…

Then there are people like me where the only recourse is to cut me open again and again, fusing more and more titanium to my skeleton, because my situation is a slow slide progression into hell.

I think personal experience with pain colors people’s opinions...heavily.

Shit, I only wish I got high from my Norco. The best I get is being able to do normal shit, like work from home or maybe a little light housework. I feel like I’m getting screwed over here.

I’m curious what alterantives you’ve found to deal with spine pain. I’ve had three cervical fusions, one of which failed, second one took, and likely the third one is failed as I’m getting new symptoms.

“With a refill”? You mean you got two prescriptions? Because you can’t just get a refill over the phone or automatically on your script. New script, every time.

Oh my god, does it hurt, being as much of a dick as you are? Hope you never lose a job with insurance, bruh, you’d be amazed at how much it costs out of pocket.

I’m very sorry you had to endure stupid people making a difficult day even more difficult. (even if it wasn’t difficult, I would take equal umbrage at people throwing themselves in my way if I was going to Target because of their bathroom policies, or whatever)

I went to PP twice in Spokane, WA when I was broke and needed birth control pills and a Pap smear.

Why would insurance become cheaper when this latest piece of shit allows insurance companies to charge 30% more if there’s a lapse of two or more months in coverage? God forbid you should lose your job and have to decide between the rent and insurance.

That and they can eat a metric buttload of ticks makes possums A-OK in my book.

Psshhht I get can a used Etienne Aigner purse on ebay for a third of that. Or Tignanello if I want to go with a really well-made, more obscure brand.

Well, they’ll be easy to spot then, wearing her overpriced, poorly-made, tacky shit. And that’s not political sour grapes... a lot of her stuff looks to be copied from other designers, but rendered in crappy fabrics (rayon, et al) with indifferent tailoring.

Oh, god, that cottony pulling feeling...