You’re right, I glossed over the mention of Paraguard for some reason. In my defense, I’m currently in the beginning stages of PMS. But yeah, totally different.

I had the opposite experience. I had been on the pill most of my adult life and, while it kinda sorta sometimes helped my period pain, it was absolutely terrible. So I got my Mirena installed and holy carp! Night and day. After a week of adjusting pain, nearly all of my period pain was gone. It was beautiful.

What the hell is up with that? It isn’t bad enough that I’m bleeding, but my colon has to get in on the action as well? Like, is it feeling left out, because the uterus is throwing a fit about building up a baby cozy and I had the audacity to not get pregnant, so the colon just decides that it too needs attention? Or…

Not easier, not always possible, but usually just as free: see/care for someone at the absolute worst moment of their life. I’m not talking about stomach flu. I’m talking about the stuff that can crack anyone: deaths, hospitalizations for serious illness, house burned down, crazy family epic implosions, etc. That’s…

My kidlet loves Elsa. She also doesn’t know all the words to the song, so her version is “Let it go, Oh no!” and she sings it over and over again.

This, plus the news that Flint’s old Emergency Manager Earley has resigned (he was running Detroit Public Schools) because he’s refusing to testify, is making my day.

Back in my day (admittedly, not that long ago), when I wanted to be a cat, I just saved my money for cat ears, tails, costume accessories, and then just attended anime conventions with friends. I may have looked/acted/talked like a weirdo, but nobody could pick me out of that crowd today.

He just pissed off pretty much every mother with a brain in the district. She knows that he’ll be getting plenty of f-bombs (or strongly worded scoldings from those less inclined to cuss) in various formats from many other people. She can smugly restrain herself, knowing this.

I got brutally honest about it after I got over the worst. I had postpartum depression/psychosis* and the end result was a week vacation on the mental ward. Nobody caught it for eight months, and it was caught by my normal psychologist who has no training or experience with it. And this was after I had been…

Good for you! When I was young, nearly all of my doctors had that sort of “need-to-know” mentality. I hated going to the doctor, my primary would blow me off constantly, or do one test and, if that test was negative, she would just be like “Eh....you’re good”. When stuff started to get serious, I switched my primary…

Thank you, especially for the information. It was a long time ago, but sometimes I still try and find answers. I’d never heard of this before, so you’re doing a great job at bringing up awareness.

Are there any other symptoms, like vomiting? A sibling of mine died in his sleep and the autopsy showed absolutely nothing. I don’t remember any seizure-like behavior, but I do remember that he was vomiting before he died. He was also autistic, so it was hard to get him to express how he felt, we just assumed stomach…

Okay, the Skylar Deleon guy isn’t fair on this list. He was a minor character in one episode.

Actually, quite a few of the original rangers are doing well, if not exactly as famous as before. I know that Johnny Yong Bosch is doing well, as are the actors who played Bulk and Skull.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I got my little bottle of vodka that is shaped like an alien head ready, and everyone in this house knows the rules: when X-Files start, don’t bother me unless the house is on fire.

Oh goody. Freak snowstorm before Thanksgiving, 60 degrees on Christmas eve, the first ever Michigan tornado was down the street from me on Wednesday, and now an ice storm next week.

This. I believe they probably said something like, “Josh has some sexual immorality sins going on” or “he had some sexual problems” and she probably took it to mean that he wasn’t a virgin. I highly doubt they were told any details.

I took my husband’s last name. It was a bit of an internal struggle for me, but it came down to this: My dad actually believes that he own(ed) me, and my husband’s family was like, “Meh, do what you want, just tell us before we send out Christmas cards”. My dad pitched a HUGE fit over just the mere thinking about not…

This sounds kinda like my own mom, except she’s like this in all ways of life. I would ask her for help of some kind, she would agree to help, then not help, then bitch and whine to other family members about how I only called her to ask for help and/or would not communicate with her.

So mine isn’t entirely about what was said. It was about what came afterwards.