Things That Annoy You

[The Right Honourable Mlle Antéchrist]

My Southern is showing, but a really good disinfectant is to just apply Jack Daniels to the wound. That's what my parents would do with infections and I turned out just fine.

I used my fancy northern antibacterial cream. The only alcohol I have is a leftover cooler from a couple weekends back and a sample sized cherry rum thing sitting in the freezer. All of that sugar doesn't seem like a good thing to pour on an open wound.

Plus, free health care = free antibiotics, so yay.

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Plus a free yeast infection if I take them.

Edit: Okay, what is with my guy friends' girlfriends thinking I'm going to try to steal their man? If I'm friends with someone for over a decade, I seriously doubt I'm going to suddenly want to hop on their dick just because they're dating you, crazy girl.

[The Right Honourable Mlle Antéchrist]

I can't sleep thanks to a combination of cramps and a really sore hand.

[RavynousHunter]

I know that feel, bro. Every time I get dragged into some social function where I'm introduced by my birth name, I get asked about my relationship status and the projected timeline for squeezing a screaming infant out of my snatch. I try to deflect with humor ("Never. I have younger siblings; I know better") or questioning my ability to care for a kid ("I can't even keep virtual goldfish alive for more than a few days and you want to entrust me with a baby?")
The thing that really gets under my skin is when my maternal aunts say things like "oh, I felt the same way when I was (age), you'll grow out of it." Because making informed choices about my body is obviously just a silly phase girls go though on their way to becoming baby factories. Even if I wasn't queer, I wouldn't have kids (at least not biological ones). You wanna know why? Because there is a very high chance of my uterus falling out of my goddamn body, and it increases with every living shit-machine that falls out of my snatch. It's happened to my mother (who had a full hysterectomy at 39) and two of her sisters (one of which had her uterus just fall out two days before her surgery, she went into shock and could have bled to death.) And that's just one possible thing that could go wrong for me. We're not even talking about the predisposition towards cardiovascular disease and mental illness that runs in my family.
TL;DR version: if you have a problem with me (or anyone else) not reproducing, fuck you.

My thoughts are that if someone wants someone in their family to produce offspring for them, they should've been dog breeders.

No, nononoononononononono.  If someone's being a pushy fuckhole about breeding, they shouldn't be allowed to be in charge of anything more complicated than a plant, and even then that's pushing it.  Suggesting they be dog breeders is practically handing over free targets for them to abuse.

No, I don't trust those kinds of people farther than I could throw em, how could you tell?

[ironbite]

I can't sleep thanks to a combination of cramps and a really sore hand.

....are the two related?

[Witchyjoshy]

I can't sleep thanks to a combination of cramps and a really sore hand.

....are the two related?

Bad raptor! *whap*

*dances around in agony holding his hand* !@#$ METAL

[ironbite]

And what did we learn?

[Witchyjoshy]

That I need to use a hammer.

[The Right Honourable Mlle Antéchrist]

My bank keeps bombarding me with advertising cheerfully informing me that I'm preapproved from a huge credit increase and upgrades on my card, as if they're doing me this wonderful favour just in time for Christmas. They're god damn loan sharks.

[Witchyjoshy]

Fighting sleep all day so that I can get to bed at a reasonable time....

...reasonable time comes, I'm wide awake.  FUCK.

[The Right Honourable Mlle Antéchrist]

So, I decided against going to the doctor today since my hand seemed to be fine... and now it's started swelling up, getting really stiff and sending out jabs of pain any time I move it. This really fucking sucks.

Fighting sleep all day so that I can get to bed at a reasonable time....

...reasonable time comes, I'm wide awake.  FUCK.

Bleh, I know the feeling. I always seem to get my second wind at the worst possible time.

[SpaceProg]

^Go to the emergency room or something.   I mean, if I had free healthcare, I'd sure as hell use it. 

The jabbing pain sounds familiar from my ages of being a cat slave.  The cat may have scratched/bit you in a nerve.  That's always pleasant.
The swelling could be just from trauma, but I wouldn't take chances if it didn't cost me anything.  You lucky, lucky Canucks.

[mellenORL]

Mlle, I hope you already went to ER. The hand is inflamed like that because of fighting an infection. If you don't go in, you may end up seeing those tell-tale curly streaks of skin discoloration from severe infection, gangrene. A cat's teeth are filthy and coated with bacteria. He injected that into your hand with the bite.

[SpaceProg]

When I get bit or scratched by one of my cats, I try to make the wound bleed as much as possible.  Cuts down on the risk of infection.  Then I immediately put alcohol and a triple-antibiotic cream like Polysporin on it.

Never had an infection from a cat wound yet (knocks on wood). 

[chitoryu12]

NEVER just ignore an animal bite and hope that it goes away. That's one of the best ways to get yourself a severe infection, the likes of which you have never seen.

[Ironchew]

but I wouldn't take chances if it didn't cost me anything.  You lucky, lucky Canucks.

But fascist death panels kenyan do-i-get-to-keep-my-insurance-company muslim plot socialism!