My job is essentially answering people’s questions, over and over again, providing information I have already at least three times stated or told them, normally within two to five minutes prior. Sometimes more like saying where we’re going 10 times and still getting asked where we are when we get there, a minute…

What is happening with the shapewear, in addition to the no good, very bad name? Some of them are only one legged? Which cool if they were going for inclusive, bodies come in all sorts of legged-ness. But considering the name and that every.single.one of those models looks exactly the same, shape wise....I’m gonna bet…

It’s humid as heck and it’s been raining for years and it’s my Sunday. Yesterday I spent two hours scrubbing ever square centimeter of my bathroom, in said humidity, so I’m being lazy. Currently watching Killing Eve while snuggling with the puppy. I’m going to go to wegmans during the 2pm slump, make food for my work…

I’m sorry you had to have a c-section in the sense I’m sorry ANYONE has to have major abdominal surgery. But if it was what needed to be done to make sure everyone came out of this soundly? Then that’s what was needed. 

Yeah, I don’t get a period on my IUD but still have some PMS-lite symptoms. This was just different.

Sawbones!

Hormonal BC is going to have “chemicals” (god I hate that phrasing) no matter what. And if you happen to be someone sensitive to those hormones, no matter what synthetic form they come in, then...blergh. 

I’ve been feeling off and bloated and weird and extra crabby for a few days and went ‘fuck, maybe my IUD isn’t working’ and took a pregnancy test today and I hated it. I hated the idea that I could pregnant. I hated the idea of having to go and deal with that bullshit. My IUD is a joy in my life and I’m glad I found a…

I used to be a useless human being 5 days out of each month as I felt like someone was ripping my insides out through my back.

I had barium/intestinal blockage vomit happen onto me mid sleep. I get it. Solidarity. 

I’m really bad at just sitting still. I feel guilty, I beat up on myself, I feel really badly. But between anxiety/depression and a variety of other health things and an energy zapping job that drain me, I end up pushing myself to the point of breaking and end up forced by my body to take a day of nothing.

I never figured I’d be as OK as I was with poop and vomit as I became while taking care of my late husband when he was sick.

The young women at my job are the only ones who keep anything to any standard of cleanliness.

Yes, what is this? What weird male thing is this? My stuff has spots where it lives or it’s trash and goes away. Some stuff lives ‘out’ but very little.

I met my person on a dating app, too. Success was had, and what not.

My dog also loves raw cauliflower.

The winter seasonal flavors are the best, for my taste buds. But I’m a big fan of them all around!

No reason to get LaCroix when Polar Seltzer (or Wegmans house brand seltzer) exists.

C’mon, we have swiss cheese masturbator and Ira Einhorn and the people who made a pool out of a dumpster.

I work at a federally owned piece of historically important land. I don’t like spouting my work place/work title because well, people are f’ing crazy when it come to government workers. Despite that the physical and mental endurance my job takes on any day would kill most of those ‘gubmint workers are lazy!’ mouth…