Yup. I have a very non-scientific, anecdotal sort of feeling that a lot of the over prescribing is a direct consequence of the customer satisfaction/Press-Ganey focus in medicine that’s been popular.

I dunno... I’ve helped several cows in labor and I talked to them pretty much non-stop.

Ditto, plus the divine Emmylou Harris and Kitty Wells.

Omg!! I’ve never ran across anyone else who had to wear the double-whammy torture retainers. I had that exact problem, coupled with a lower jaw that didn’t fit right and thus had to be forcibly yanked into position (straight teeth, doe.)

The only thing this vodka would make me is nauseated, by both its stupid concept and its use of anise (which my body is convinced is a demon seed and can detect at miniscule ppm levels.)

Ikr?? It’d be like saying that, because people who prefer to drink Coke are permitted to do so, I’m no longer allowed to prefer Pepsi.

Agree. Back when I was a karaoke dj, Stranglehold was one of my go-to “brb, gotta pee and get a drank” songs because it’s like, 15 minutes long and drunk people love it.

Unconfirmed but mostly practicing in the interests of family solidarity Catholic here. The Pope is only considered infallible when he’s speaking ex Cathedra, e.g. making a statement as to official Church type whatsits. It’s a specific sort of circumstance. All other times, he’s more or less speaking as himself, and…

You read my mind. My initial thought was “Water is wet. The sun is a mass of incandescent gas. Whole Foods is horribly overpriced.”

Ugh. I get that from people at work constantly. (I’m a corrections nurse.) “I can’t believe your man lets you work here.”

Fellow quasi-Amazon here. I have a tendency to walk like I’m on my way to a street fight, and have a chronic case of RBF; this seems to decrease the amount of dumbassery by roughly 3-7%.

Oooh, my gramma had one of those! She sewed her ass off with it, too. I remember being obsessed with it, to the point that she finally disconnected the thingamabob on the machine from the pedal whatsit, and let me go to town. Much childhood energy was expended stomping that pedal to ludicrous speed. :-)

To be fair, he DID look at him crossways, which— according to Early Cuyler— is justification for a-shootin'.

Related-ish anecdote: Back when I was a CNA, I straight up tore my rhomboid and strained my trapezius reaching behind a bed to lock the wheel. My foot wouldn’t fit between the bed and the dresser, so I stuck my hand down behind the head board and had to stretch to reach it. I flipped the dealie up at the exact moment…

That story, plus her penchant for green wellies, dogs, and horses, makes her one of my favorite boss ass ladies of all time.

I’m super conservative with my adderall, until I get drunk. Then I’m overcome with the urge to share the magic with everyone.

Vodka does the same thing to me. It goes away eventually, but I feel like my skin is on fire while it’s happening.

Working as a nurse has caused me to want to write an insanely specific advanced directive/living will at age 30. Resuscitate (in the event of something acute, like an MI, etc), intubate if needed, and give me a week to get my shit together. If not, pull the plug and bury my ass in a wood/cardboard box, sans embalming,…

The second-to-last has a very “Knights Who Say ‘Ni!’” quality which I enjoy a great deal.

A friend of my in-laws (who I mildly stalk at gatherings b/c I’m an unabashed av-geek) is a retired AF and Fed/Ex pilot, and he likes to say “the measure of a successful piloting career is having an equal number of takeoffs and landings.”