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Anyone who has to use the line ‘Because I’m the boss, that’s why!’ is doing it wrong.

I’m 50/50 on bosses as leaders. I kinda like having a boss who gives you enough freedom to try and report back when things are bad or when you need advice.

That’s why I’ve always preferred burgundy.

I appreciate and respect the sentiment, the bravery, and the integrity in taking a stand even in the face of violent opposition.

I was about 18 or 19 and dating my first serious girlfriend. My parents went away for some reason and I was housesitting for them. She had recently gotten really into the idea of receiving oral sex (I was her first serious boyfriend too and it took about nine months or so for me to get somewhat decent at giving it and…

Patient came in and had been at a festival, and told us she had put a sponge in her vagina as a makeshift tampon and then it got lost. We all wondered if it would be a kitchen sponge, a contraceptive sponge, or maybe even a sea sponge? Nope, a makeup sponge.

I recently had an abcess on the side of my balls the size of a golf ball, and the doctors wouldn’t touch it with a blade because of it’s position, so I went through rounds of antibiotics while being unable to move without screaming in pain. My scrotum became so inflamed that it basically ate my dong, you couldn’t even…

I’m late, so no one will see this, but when I was 23, I tore the cartilege between two of my ribs. I’m a little lady so lots of my friends like to pick me up during hugs, and one of my dude friends who’s a bit of a bearhugger was overzealous and squeezed me too darn tight one time. Next morning, I woke up and…

Lord, I remember when my sister was fifteen, she found out she had crabs on easter day while taking a bath. My Mom is a nurse but a bit of a neat freak and she damn near burned the house down when she found out. She washed every piece of linen that we had and vacuumed every surface in sight. She freaked me out so bad…

Long story to preface this one.

I don’t really know if this is worthy, but I have chronic back pain and arthritis eating my spine. Not pretty, whatever.

Two years ago I was living in a hotel room after a total-loss house fire, which is needless to say an enormously stressful situation. My vagina has always been very sensitive to stress. She’s a special snowflake, for sure. Additionally, my whole vagina self-care routine was disrupted by our loss. I was basically…

my obgyn once delivered a baby that was HOLDING ONTO THE IUD THAT TRIED TO THWART IT.

I knew if I scrolled long enough I’d come across a fellow abcesser. I have chronic hidradenitis suppurativa of the left axilla...fancy for multiple abcesses under the arnpit. Sizes of large walnuts. When they numb it for lancing, it hurts like a bitch! But I’m sure you knew that already.

I was told I had to get an ultrasound before my abortion. (NOT the cute jelly belly kind of ultrasound, which is what I was expecting, but in fact the super painful Voldemort Wand ALL the way up your snatch kind.) As I was wincing in pain and paralyzing anxiety, the wand so deep inside me and churning around like a…

“by putting your fingers in your genitals and scratching your eyes next!!!”

I thought we were already in hell but apparently there is hell within hell.

The first part is crucial. I used to be in the habit of being straight forward and to the point in my work emails. My manager pulled me aside to ask why i was mad at the team. Having no fluff and appreciation in the email made them read like they were angry emails.