I donate my hair, so as I say, I grow it to harvest it. One day at work, it suddenly became too much, so on my lunch break, I went to the ladies room and cut ten inches off.

It certainly does!

Thanks a lot, Dodai! I will never be able to stop playing this. EVER.

Jean Grey is the name I give all GPS systems, and she is often wrong. I will yell at Jean Grey for sucking and trying to steer me off-course.

Like, Like, LIKE.

Love your username. (Valar morghulis.)

Unfortunately, I live about 1,000 miles away from my family. The whole reason my driving got pulled into this just now is because of the episodes relating to vomiting. I asked my doctor if he'd fill out a form that would allow the public transport authority to come to where I am if I was unable to drive. So, say I…

I add this super-cool pressure to myself as well since it's an invisible condition: people will think this is all in my head or that I'm being a drama queen! Well, no. I voiced that to my boss the other day before my appointment, and she was like "no, it's not invisible. We can tell when it's affecting you, and…

I'm so sorry. That's such a heartbreak to go through. :(

Oh man. Yes, that's abusive, and it sounds like you know it but can't believe it. I don't have advice beyond "ditch that ass; you're worth so much more," and I know that's not exactly helpful when it comes to the brain/heart disconnect. You KNOW it's an unhealthy relationship, but when it comes to making decisions…

Ha! I had one done by a male and one by a female. He told me it wouldn't hurt, and she didn't mention the pain. (Maybe because it was a follow-up so she knew I knew what it'd feel like?)

Thank you. It's infuriating, and I forget the perspective I gained while hospitalized post-embolism. I had this "but I'm alive" mantra going back then. Hospital food sucks, but I'm alive. Leaving work in an ambulance was embarrassing, but I'm alive. I forget to remind myself of that lately, and it's partly…

Thank you. There is so much more to it, but what I'd written was already TL;DR. I do have a diagnosis, but they're looking for additional diagnoses and the diagnostic process is so long and tiring. It's emotionally and mentally draining.

I'm in the "No O" club...not even flying solo. I understand that it's not uncommon for women not to orgasm from intercourse. I've just never had one, but it's still suuuper enjoyable to practice. It does wear on my partner. He sometimes feels inadequate, but he also knows that there's so much involved mentally and…

Here's my thing.

Atypical squamous cells, by chance? I got that result from a pap two years ago, and I was really upset and shit, but the doctors weren't! If that's what it turns out to be, they may want you to have a colposcopy, which is like a longer pap (still not long, but eugh) and they look more closely at your cervix to see…

I'm really sorry. I have nothing eloquent to say, but big ditto to SeaAnemone, FrogAndToadForever, and OrangeLantern. Grief is complicated, and the way people deal often clashes with the way other people deal. You're totally justified in your hurt.

In her defense (!), she does say that the clothes don't meet the standard of their household, and doesn't seem to be judging people who find those shorts perfectly fine. For all I know, she's judging the shit out of them, but that's not how it reads to me.

I'm sorry you went through that, but I admire you for reporting and pressing charges. I was too afraid. Double star for your response to the lawyer!

My dog smiles, and my roommate says she smiles like an alligator. It's true! (Both of her dogs are smiley as well, but the rat terrier is evil, so that smile is no good.) Excuse the Red Sox jersey, my ex was overseas, so I'd buy things to send him funny pictures.