From the gyno at PP: “Going to the ER as a woman with pelvic pain is like showing up at Planned Parenthood with a heart attack. They might understand there’s a problem, but they’re not really knowledgeable or equipped enough to do anything useful about it.” Ain’t that the truth.
I am just that talented.
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I was in the breakroom this morning dumping Splenda into my coffee, and one my coworkers said, “Ah, another one who takes a little coffee with their sugar.” “Oh yeah,” I said. “I once went out to coffee with a friend who wanted to try the roast I was using, and when she took a
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This is another TMI IUD post. I write about my experiences with the IUD here because it’s been really difficult for me to find fuck-all first-hand information about it, and I figure I’m doing a public service to other women interested in the option, though my results may no longer be typical since the whole
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I think it’s time to pack this day in and go to bed. Or write something really bloody.
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It’s open enrollment time with the temp agency, and I went ahead and signed up for their shitty temp employee insurance that, of course, doesn’t cover “pre-existing conditions.” What it will cover (up to $7500 and only 50% of costs out-of-network ha ha haha ha) is half a broken leg, me getting punched in the
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One of the most entertaining things about starting any new job is how many different names I get called called during the course of any given week. I’ve been called “Carmen,” “Karsten,” “Candice,” and “Carmel.” I was identified in today’s meeting minutes as “Karen.” And, of course, most days I’m just, “The Writer.” Man, I
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I finally broke down yesterday and went to the pharmacy to pick up a couple more bottles of insulin. I’ve been using the ones I have now since, well, Spain, and a bottle of insulin is only actually “good” for about 30 days after you open it. Yes, I’ve been using my insulin two months
The Cost of Living Read More »
OK, the rest of Ohio isn’t nearly as depressing as Dayton. Maybe Dayton just isn’t my kind of town. I’m thinking it’s the whole “few to no jobs” and “what jobs there are pay crap” thing. But honestly, Columbus just has a far better feel. And I’m *sure* it’s not just because it’s packed with