ETA: Success! They've stopped selling it! Here's their response:
Yesterday my spine doc prescribed me a new medication. She said she often prescribes it to her patients who work because they can take it and not be high all day at work. Except I took it and I'm high as fuck. How do I make this stop?
Have you ever read a book narrated by a female character and you can tell the author has no idea what it's like to be a woman? I'm only in the first chapter of The Fault in Our Stars by John Green and good lord, John, seriously?
I know there are some other chronic back pain sufferers on here, so heads up: if your insurance will cover it, you should try prescription lidocaine patches. I've only been using them for 3 days but I feel like my life has changed.
You know what (fellow) white people don't want to talk about when you're all drunk and watching/singing along to music videos on youtube? The racial problems in Lily Allen's Hard Out Here.
This is going to be an all-caps post because I am fucking PISSED.
After participating in my first FUCK IT FRIDAY, I decided that before drinking my sorrows away I would try painting my nails so I could flip off my broken back in style. Fresh from Llarowe and my mail box, I turned to Picture Polish Frosting. It is adorable. Guaranteed to undermine the fury of your middle finger!
Another day, another mommy blogger posting about modesty, another Mormon friend sharing the link on my facebook. This one, however, is making up her own definitions and I can't just let her get away with it.
Never take medication that makes you itchy while you are wearing textured nail polish. It doesn't turn out well.
I'm sick. I have a medium-bad cough. If I were otherwise in normal health, this wouldn't be that big of a deal. However, I had surgery last year to fuse two vertebrae in my lower back and jerky movements still hurt like a son of a bitch, meaning every cough makes me want to rip out my spine. I have been stubbornly…