Pinch punch first day of the month no returns
I went to the dentist for the first time in about 5 years tonight. I need three replacement crowns and a root canal. I shall have negative monies.
Ouch. In multiple ways.
I have a tooth that is far beyond a root canal and needs to be surgically extracted. I have a specialist appointment in a couple of months so I should find out how many of my firstborn children I’ll need to give over then. After that there will be a couple of implants in my future, so many $$$ will be needed. I’ve been putting it all off much longer than I should but it is a lot of money. Watching my mother struggle to eat with bad teeth is highly motivating though.
have you considered dental tourism? Thailand is very popular, as is India. They are expert and much cheaper than here.
I’m so salty that dental isn’t on Medicare
It’s bin night tonight and there is a lot of disagreement in the street about which bin is due for collection. A lot of people will be disappointed tomorrow when their recycling is not collected.
A triumph of hope over reality. If enough of us put out our recycling, maybe the council will pick it up anyway …
Seems like we have the same bin cycle. Mine are out and so is the recycling bin.
If occasionally forget which one to put out but my neighbour reminds me of I get it wrong.
How shit is a Friday morning bin collection though? Have to keep the weekend’s rubbish for almost an entire week. :( I miss Monday morning collections, they were the best.
I think I’m just used to it but you’ve got a point about that, I’ve had to adjust some of my rubbish so it lines up close to my bin day!
I’ve been reading through the instructions for the Ikea drawers I’m getting on Saturday, and it is mostly pretty clear except one bit I’m not 100% sure on. I think it means that trying to have sex with the drawer unit on a hard floor will break it, so I should put it on a soft surface and stroke it gently instead.
I think it means the drawer needs a slow hand, not a heated rush. Could break shit otherwise.
You should post this to the cookie cutter identification group
I think it means if you want to merge with the drawer you to treat the drawer to Aladdin’s magic carpet or else it will be sad and its heart will break.
Don’t try any handsfree helicopter shit, maintain a firm hold on your partner at all times.
The person on the left looks like a pigeon.
Boss just told me I’m getting a sidekick to train. A fresh, young, uncorrupted-by-life law student. I smell the subtle scent of nepotism, as the kid is the nephew twice removed of his dad’s first wife. Time will tell how this goes.
Sidekicks are awesome.
Until they kick you… :)
Presumably in a legal field the advice to ‘have fun corrupting them’ would be misplaced.
May your sidekick be more Cousin It than Neil Kellerman.
Law students will inevitably be corrupted - it is in the nature of the beast. Will attempt to preserve their innocence as long as possible (heh heh). No I’m not crossing my fingers behind my back.
Hellllooooooooo?
The cats say purr.
👋🏼
heyyyy
Spoke to my mum because it’s her b day today and her leg is healing nicely due to a little skin treatment on there. My brother had his gallbladder out just before Christmas and then was readmitted because he was turning a shade of yellow that no one could figure out why. Anyway he’s doing better so she’s happy. It’s good to hear better news because there was a time where I was dreading calling her.
Good news and special hugs to your mum. 🎉
Thanks mate!
Don’t suppose he’s overly fond of carrots?
Haha. No definitely not.
Had a relative that was and turned themselves a most peculiar colour 😜
I had another incredibly vivid dream, but no dystopian elements this time, thank $deity. Because I just spent an hour typing it out here it is.
excessively detailed dream paragraphs because I'm bored
I was walking up a narrow winding road through a wooded area to arrive at a unbelievably lush yet pocket-sized suburb completely surrounded by massive broadleaf trees in a sweeping vista; I believed it was the US, because I’d come here to find a reclusive expert who didn’t live in Australia. And it looked nothing like any Australian place I’d ever been to. I was in complete awe of this place and wanted to find out more…
I looked at the map on my phone and this unusually green village appeared to be cleverly tucked behind a train station and commercial area beyond a band of trees to the north. Thinking I had plenty of time before meeting the expert, I headed into the thicket of trees down a small, well-worn dirt path for a good while until I emerged to a row of slightly grimy shophouses and the sounds of a town on a lazy afternoon.
I spotted a narrow arcade and walked through its tiled corridor to the other side, only to find out I was now in Sydney - specifically Eastwood, according to the train station further down the road, though the area looked nothing like the actual Eastwood; it looked more like the high street of a Japanese suburb, two-to-four storey shophouses, cute pedestrian crossings, narrow roads, pot plants and all. I found myself next to a gaggle of chatty Korean ahjummas, many of whom were just leaving (or waiting to go into) a travel agents that mostly ran English classes. Somehow I was fixated on what they were saying even though I don’t understand Korean…
The loud wheeze of a departing train snapped me to my senses; it had turned into evening and the streets were emptying out. I realised I was now supposed to get to my cousin’s place before sundown (IRL i have a cousin who lives a short drive away, in this dream it was ten years later and he had moved closer to “Eastwood” because his landlord sold the rental and his kids were going to high school. I just knew this all along without any exposition or signs, and almost thought it was still true when I woke up; isn’t it amazing how that happens in dreams?)
After walking for a while following confusing map instructions, I came to an industrial area and thought I was really lost, only to turn the corner and find my cousin kicking a soccer ball in an abandoned lot while waiting for his kids to finish their after school activities at a converted warehouse nearby. He greeted me warmly like we hadn’t seen each other in a decade, and gave me instructions to get to his place, where I was told a delectable fish stew had been set aside for me (and at this point I was acutely aware of my hunger)… but first, could I do him a massive, jump in his car and have a look at the malfunctioning video screens in there? This part I’m curious about because I didn’t “know” I was handy with hardware throughout the dream (and I’m not IRL either), but I had this weird confidence.
So I get to the car, a sort of early 2000s-looking grey Toyota SUV, and when I get in it’s still got a cassette player and buttons and knobs from the 80s - and it seems like my cousin has jerry-rigged a few video screens about the size of those TomToms: one in the front and two to the back. Everything looks grey and overcast. I twist around to get a better look at the back seat, which has a bunch of old clothes for donation bundled up in those grey supermarket bags you don’t see any more…
Only then does it hit me: I must have entered a portal that transported me not just to Sydney but an alternate universe where technology developed differently, and that’s why my phone map was being weird - it wasn’t of that world. I wasn’t of that world! That’s why I had no idea why I was asked to fix the screens. Was I even going to get to eat that fish stew?
Just as I realised this, I felt my fingers start to disintegrate, and that’s when I heard the 8:50am school bell from across the road IRL and started waking up…
Anyway, I think I should give my cousin in Sydney a call to catch up. 8/10 dream. Better get on with the day now…
My dreams are so boring in comparison :(
So cool. I love the way you describe absolutely everything in your dream.
Every detail feels meaningful because it had to be generated entirely by my brain alone. I rejoice in the fact that no matter how dull or depressed I might be during the day, my brain is still capable of rich imagination and deep emotional connection. It might not be real but it was real in some way to my brain and worth learning from
The only thing more annoying than posts from new members of public Facebook groups to say “thanks for accepting me” are posts saying “thanks for excepting me”.
“Thanks for aksing me.”
Is this still available?
do you deliver
Admin delete if not aloud.
U al sux I’m leaving
Thanks for the ad
Two and a half weeks of panadol and I think I am habituated. 🤬 And it’s just fucking panadol, nothing worth this mild groggy headache.
On a positive note sciatica is slowly getting better, with lots of rest I am comfortable.
About 20 years ago when I had my wisdom teeth out they sent me home with codeine. I didn’t need it but I was mellow for 4 days straight.
Now days if you have pain they tell you to just take panadol. BUT I’VE HAD THE GOOD STUFF. PANADOL DON’T WORK
I got put on Panadol osteo for chronic pain. 8 tablets a day. Did nothing for pain, but give me epic diahrrea. Stopped taking it when I got out of hosp. Unfortunately everything else has intolerable side effects (breathing difficulty, extreme dizziness etc).
I’ve been reading the reddit for sciatica. The untreated suffering is terrible. 😔 I’m lucky, I’m going to be better in 2 weeks, there are people who are long term disabled by pain, young people, and they get no relief.
the hospital gave me one endone and I basically had to stay there the whole 6 hours it was effective. Went home with nothing.
it seems to me unless you are dying patients get nothing
Doctors are too scared to prescribe. But the problem is that people genuinely in need are left to suffer and have their ability to function affected because of ineffective pain managment. Surely there is a better way, eg to risk assess a patient, prescribe smaller pack sizes etc. It’s not right that people cannot get their medical conditions treated in the age of modern medicine due to some blanket idea that everyone will misuse the medication. There is currently a government inquiry into women’s pain that is taking submissions: https://www.health.vic.gov.au/public-health/inquiry-into-womens-pain-submissions
That isn’t right. I don’t know how to make them hand over the stuff that might work but just Panadol is bullshit. And “might” it is because you’ve got to try it to know… duh
To be honest ibuprofen might be better for sciatica. Or a combination of ibby + panny.
They don’t give codeine any more? When did that change?
Oh I don’t know if they still give them out it’s just back then they used to give them out like lollies.
I for one quite enjoy lollies.
A few years ago it was changed to prescription only. Used to be able to buy over the counter.
Going for a walk in the evenings in summer is very pleasant. Much easier to find the motivation when it’s daylight savings and nice weather.
slaps knees
okay. enough decadence.
today’s goal: give the house a basic cleaning, reply last week’s email, take a walk and buy a little food
optional: fill out a form / look up a set of instructions / update my CVTo be honest, with all the catering you do around here, I think we should all chip in for the food =)
Don’t worry about it. Breakfast is supported by our after eight operations.
🙋🏻♀️ 🧀 😹
mmmmmm cheeeeeseeeeee thank you kitty here’s a 🥖
Apparently ‘Mr Catfish’ (bloody hell that sounds odd!) wants to join Lemmy. Now where am I supposed to put neurotic overthinking gift posts about the anniversary he’s about to forget?
My husband joined when we had that lemmy problem to help me work out how to get back in. He made a comment and was so proud of himself (his first time ever on social media) until I explained he actually made a post instead of a reply to my comment. He has made no more attempts.
You need an alt account, ‘@totallynotCatfish’
Nath might get cross if I ask for a fifth account.
Just throw a few dollars to the fundraising acount and I’m sure you’ll be fine. I suggest you go for something opposite your current name to avoid suspicion. Dogloaf perhaps.
Perhaps Nellie the Nobody?
If you call yourself Nellie all posts would need to be in character as a numbat.
Nellie seems to have rolled up as an Elven Decker. A ghost writer may be appropriate.
Having to do a seance every time you want to make a post could be very inconvenient.
Hahaha I honestly wouldn’t know if you had a fifth account. I just wanted to help you get back into the account you had rather than have to make account(s) you didn’t really want.
If you want a new account, I have no issues with that.
While everyone’s accounts are connected to email addresses, I have to log into the database directly to query that table. It isn’t a part of my regular UI. The only thing we use those email addresses for is sending password resets. I neither know nor want to know anyone’s email beyond helping them access their accounts.
One of the other ones had no connected email. That might have been an .ee though. Anyway, if you can purge olds without much trouble, please?
Catfish? Who is Catfish? My name is Guy Incognito.
This man is my exact double!
THAT DOG HAS A PUFFY TAIL!!!
Started using bonito flakes or dropping treats into the bowl to entice Melbcat to eat her medicated meals…
She will now walk away from served food and start slamming the wardrobe door or waiting in the kitchen for ‘food’ if it doesn’t have enough tasty toppings on it. I also have to add the treats in front of her, sometimes an extra one just to convince her they’re in there. I’m being hustled. She is utterly spoilt.
I’m feeling pretty rotten, kind of just lying down watching videos.
Somebody is going back to the vet on Saturday, wondering if I’ve got the energy to wash and prepare the trays to get a sample.
Going to see Argyle in an hour. I think this should be a fun one.
I’m watching that tomorrow morning.
Just waited 15 mins for a bus that never came. Lucky I have a tram line I can take instead.
