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ladyislingering · 05-04-2013, 01:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Engine

Opiates give some people quite an appetite. Also, some people have unhealthy relationships with food to the point that eating makes them feel happy even if it hurts them physically.

oh, no, he's just hungry (maybe because of the oxycodone) because pudding and applesauce isn't cutting it.

the good news is, he's healing really well (freakishly so -it took me weeks, but it's only taken him a couple days).

he must be superhuman.

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Originally Posted by Ki

Second day of my wisdom teeth out and I am eating as usual. I suppose it's based on the fact that my doctor did a pretty good job, but I don't really see what people fuss over when they get them out. I'm perfectly fine.

see?

Burning Down · 05-04-2013, 02:03 PM

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Originally Posted by Ki

Second day of my wisdom teeth out and I am eating as usual. I suppose it's based on the fact that my doctor did a pretty good job, but I don't really see what people fuss over when they get them out. I'm perfectly fine.

You're lucky. I was on an ice cream diet for 4 days. Not that it was bad or anything, but I got tired of it.

Key · 05-04-2013, 02:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Burning Down

You're lucky. I was on an ice cream diet for 4 days. Not that it was bad or anything, but I got tired of it.

I had pudding and ice cream yesterday just so I wouldn't screw anything up with my gums, but today the bleeding has already stopped, it's just the soreness and a bit of swelling, but nothing too serious.

Engine · 05-04-2013, 03:19 PM

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Originally Posted by stp

Congrats Engine, that's pretty awesome.

Thanks!

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Originally Posted by Trollheart

Twenty years!!!???

Talk about committment! That deserves an extra few

and one of these

(When you become Supreme Overlord of Earth, remember those who fawned over you from the start...)

Actually.. it's kind of the opposite of commitment. I wasn't in school for twenty years, just 4 of undergraduate, and about 3 of graduate work. It's just that I stopped and started my undergrad degree so many times that I didn't finish it until 10 years after I finished high school. Then I worked for 7 years. Then I decided to go back to school and get my master's degree about 3 years ago.

Paul Smeenus · 05-04-2013, 03:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Burning Down

I was on an ice cream diet for 4 days.

LoathsomePete · 05-04-2013, 04:04 PM

I was suppose to go to a Pathfinder meetup at a game store today, but halfway through building my character (a human bard by the name of Cassius Castrato) I realized that I really don't care for anything D&D related anymore. It's not that I'm against fantasy RPGs, but I just can't stand the D&D system, so instead I decided to catch up on some music and do some grocery shopping.

Trollheart · 05-04-2013, 07:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Burning Down

What is this in reference to?

It's in reference to Engine's telling us he spent twenty years studying for his Masters in Science...

Burning Down · 05-04-2013, 08:14 PM

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Originally Posted by Trollheart

It's in reference to Engine's telling us he spent twenty years studying for his Masters in Science...

I got that after, haha! I was just a little slow this afternoon.

ThePhanastasio · 05-05-2013, 01:37 AM

Today was one of the worst days in my recollection.

I was at my mother's house last night, abusing the fact she has DirectTV and all of the premium channels, and ended up falling asleep on her couch. At 8 this morning, she woke me up by getting home from work; she works 11-7, but in Huntington, WV, so it takes her close to an hour to get home from work.

Anyway, she's all, since you're awake, let's get the cover off the pool since it's finally warm, and we can start getting it ready for swimming.

Some background which is probably going to give away what happened: In January, one of our cats went missing. We looked for him tirelessly, but he was nowhere to be found. He was wont to sprint outside the moment the door opened, but he'd always come back after an hour or so; it was a cold and snowy winter and early spring.

We didn't put up signs detailing he was missing. I did talk to my neighbor across the hill, asking her to let me know if anyone had struck and killed a cat with her vehicle, but she heard nothing about it. We kind of assumed, full of hope, that Zazzles had wandered into that area and that someone had been like, "This cat is adorbs and he's mine, all mine!"

Seeing as this was in January, the grief of his absence had pretty much subsided. We had not seen his body dragged in by our dogs, and our neighbor, the biggest busybody in the tri-state area, did not report anyone hitting an animal at all - well, a possum, but he was clearly not a possum.

Anyway. We'd smelled something slightly bad when out smoking in the past week, as everything has thawed, but thought it to be a dead possum under the house.

We go to remove the pool cover, a 32' by 18' cover, and get to the last corner of the pool. As we pull the cover off, we see something floating. It was Zazzles. I immediately buried my face against the house in total shock and horror and my mother sprinted away, cursing and freaking the hell out. She finally made her way back, and we had to figure out how to get the body out of the pool.

I was extremely upset, but always feel some obligation to seem completely okay when other people are around, to reassure them or something, even when I'm feeling like weeping in the fetal position. I ended up just pulling him out of the pool by hand, ultimately deciding internally that using a pool skimmer or something would be insensitive. Zazzles deserved better.

I then spent the remainder of my morning digging a grave to bury my recently thawed and thoroughly deceased cat without shedding a single tear.

My level of emotion was to appear human but still keep my mom from completely losing it. I was upset, but kept it together.

Zazzles, by the way, was essentially my cat. He lived at my mom's, yeah, but he loved me unconditionally. If I was at my mom's no matter where I sat, Zazzles would emerge just to crawl on my lap and fall asleep. I was the person he'd bonded to. I was upset when he went missing, then after a few months just let myself think someone else had taken him, and that he was happy and fine.

But of course Zazzles wouldn't have run away. He loved it here too much. I don't know how he got under the pool liner, because it was perfectly intact - otherwise we'd have investigated previously - but he managed it.

I almost want to post a picture of the poor thing when he was happy and sitting beside my remote control for the TV, but I feel like I'd completely break down if I did that. I only have tomorrow off of work. I was a mess today, and I imagine I'll still be a mess Monday.

I keep trying to figure what I could have done to prevent it, but I have no idea how he even got under the liner; it was tied down with rope.

I had a nightmare in early February that he'd drowned in the pool, but dismissed it as ridiculous. The poor thing died in late January, froze all through February, March, and the vast majority of April...

This is the worst. I had just fairly recently gotten over that, oh, he ran away or something. But then I found him, and the grieving has to start anew. Poor Zazzles. I loved that cat.

Sequoioideae · 05-05-2013, 03:18 AM

What an awful thing to happen, Sarah. Cats have an unnatural ability to get in places you wouldn't expect, and I've had my cat get into my ceiling once without knowing how he got up there. I don't know how I would feel if that happened to my cat, as I couldn't even stay in the same room when I had to put down my 17 year old cat. I spent the rest of the day bawling to myself, hoping no one would see me. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to bury my own cat if that happened to me, you're a lot stronger than me.

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ThePhanastasio Killed Laura Palmer Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Ashland, KY Posts: 1,679	Today was one of the worst days in my recollection. I was at my mother's house last night, abusing the fact she has DirectTV and all of the premium channels, and ended up falling asleep on her couch. At 8 this morning, she woke me up by getting home from work; she works 11-7, but in Huntington, WV, so it takes her close to an hour to get home from work. Anyway, she's all, since you're awake, let's get the cover off the pool since it's finally warm, and we can start getting it ready for swimming. Some background which is probably going to give away what happened: In January, one of our cats went missing. We looked for him tirelessly, but he was nowhere to be found. He was wont to sprint outside the moment the door opened, but he'd always come back after an hour or so; it was a cold and snowy winter and early spring. We didn't put up signs detailing he was missing. I did talk to my neighbor across the hill, asking her to let me know if anyone had struck and killed a cat with her vehicle, but she heard nothing about it. We kind of assumed, full of hope, that Zazzles had wandered into that area and that someone had been like, "This cat is adorbs and he's mine, all mine!" Seeing as this was in January, the grief of his absence had pretty much subsided. We had not seen his body dragged in by our dogs, and our neighbor, the biggest busybody in the tri-state area, did not report anyone hitting an animal at all - well, a possum, but he was clearly not a possum. Anyway. We'd smelled something slightly bad when out smoking in the past week, as everything has thawed, but thought it to be a dead possum under the house. We go to remove the pool cover, a 32' by 18' cover, and get to the last corner of the pool. As we pull the cover off, we see something floating. It was Zazzles. I immediately buried my face against the house in total shock and horror and my mother sprinted away, cursing and freaking the hell out. She finally made her way back, and we had to figure out how to get the body out of the pool. I was extremely upset, but always feel some obligation to seem completely okay when other people are around, to reassure them or something, even when I'm feeling like weeping in the fetal position. I ended up just pulling him out of the pool by hand, ultimately deciding internally that using a pool skimmer or something would be insensitive. Zazzles deserved better. I then spent the remainder of my morning digging a grave to bury my recently thawed and thoroughly deceased cat without shedding a single tear. My level of emotion was to appear human but still keep my mom from completely losing it. I was upset, but kept it together. Zazzles, by the way, was essentially my cat. He lived at my mom's, yeah, but he loved me unconditionally. If I was at my mom's no matter where I sat, Zazzles would emerge just to crawl on my lap and fall asleep. I was the person he'd bonded to. I was upset when he went missing, then after a few months just let myself think someone else had taken him, and that he was happy and fine. But of course Zazzles wouldn't have run away. He loved it here too much. I don't know how he got under the pool liner, because it was perfectly intact - otherwise we'd have investigated previously - but he managed it. I almost want to post a picture of the poor thing when he was happy and sitting beside my remote control for the TV, but I feel like I'd completely break down if I did that. I only have tomorrow off of work. I was a mess today, and I imagine I'll still be a mess Monday. I keep trying to figure what I could have done to prevent it, but I have no idea how he even got under the liner; it was tied down with rope. I had a nightmare in early February that he'd drowned in the pool, but dismissed it as ridiculous. The poor thing died in late January, froze all through February, March, and the vast majority of April... This is the worst. I had just fairly recently gotten over that, oh, he ran away or something. But then I found him, and the grieving has to start anew. Poor Zazzles. I loved that cat. __________________ Phish: Studio Discography Reviewed 100 Albums I Heartily Recommend My last.fm It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung