What is pissing you off this time?

[footfootfoot]

Originally Posted by sexobon

I'll mention the following only because you didn't.

Cold packs/covered ice packs applied to the cheek over the afflicted area can go a long way towards relieving pain where the ibuprofen leaves off and to reducing swelling. Generally 20 min on, 20 min off; but, you can titrate for effect.

BTW, you're not anywhere near the max dose for ibuprofen; however, more than OTC strength puts it in Rx territory and you should consult your physician or dentist to ensure it's safe for you to exceed the OTC dosage in light of your individual medical history.

If you can take acetaminophen, it can be combined with ibuprofen for improved pain relief. It's typically done by alternating dosages every 3 hours. Take your 6 hr. OTC dosage of ibuprofen, 3 hrs. later the 6 hr. OTC dosage of acetaminophen, 3 hrs. later another 6 hr. dose of ibuprofen, 3 hrs. later another 6 hr. dose of acetaminophen ... etc. You should not; however, be taking ETOH with either of these.

Good luck 'till Monday.

ETA: I see you've just posted about the oxycodone. That should make things easier. Still best to nix the ETOH.

You left out, Rub Some Dirt On It, Nancy. What kind of quack are you?

[sexobon]

Originally Posted by footfootfoot

You left out, Rub Some Dirt On It, Nancy. What kind of quack are you?

At least I remembered that telling him to bite on a bullet was contraindicated in this instance.

[Snakeadelic]

Originally Posted by sexobon

At least I remembered that telling him to bite on a bullet was contraindicated in this instance.

Thanks to my neighbor's addiction to old Western movies and my addiction to the current Marvel Cinematic Universe, I can say with much snickering "I understood that reference!"

I'd heard it all my life. Surprised the hell outta me (as I did not watch westerns growing up or later in life, they just don't do it for me) when I found out that bullet casings used to be used as dental crowns!

[Gravdigr]

Brand new microwave.

1100 watts.

Big warning inside the door "ooooooowweeeee this here is a 1100 watt motherfucking monster. be careful! this cooks like nothing you have ever seen. you'll burn food. you'll get tumors. birth defects out the wazoo. beware this awesome motherfucker."

Now this morning I woke up, refreshed from a good night's sleep, and thought to myself "Self (that's what I call myself), wouldn't a nice, juicy, thick ground venison steak and some homemade baked beans be just delish this fine day?"

And then the microwave said FUCK YOU!

A simple operation; put the frozen meat in the microwave, press defrost, press 1, then 5, for "pounds of food". Wait, whut? Just "food"? 1.5 pounds of frozen ground venison took 3 minutes and change on the Old & Busted.

On the new, technological marvel microwave?

15+ minutes!!!!

Ok, Self, you read the buttons wrong. You misunderstood. Read the fucking manual.

The manual tells me to do exactly what I did. It also directs me to "stop the process every few minutes, and remove the defrosted portion."

I already hate this motherfucking turd. It's not been in the house for 48 hours. And I hate this fucking thing.

And there has not been a single button pressed successfully on the first try by anyone in the house.

To open the door, ya press a big damn button by the door. The spring behind the button has more pressure than the microwave weighs, so the microwave moves every goddamn time you try to open the door. Two hands to open the door.

Aren't things supposed to get easier/better/more with each generation of technology?

Man. There ain't nothing like failure first goddamn thing in ya day to set the mood.

Fuck you, too, Panasonic. Your microwave is a piece of shit. You better stretch that $150 bucks long and far. Because you ain't EVER gonna see any more of my money.

[Gravdigr]

Mouse turds in the silverware drawer.

Mouse turds.

In the silverware drawer.

Yeah, you gonna die, mouse. And not well.

[BigV]

Originally Posted by Gravdigr

Mouse turds in the silverware drawer.

Mouse turds.

In the silverware drawer.

Yeah, you gonna die, mouse. And not well.

I'm a nice guy, I like animals, I preserve and defend spiders, etc. But there's a time and place for all god's creatures. Tiny wild rodents like that--pick a place, any place that is not *my place*. If you're in my house, you're dead.

I watched a big fuckin' rat waddle across the patio, help herself to a kibble from the dog bowl


(my bad, I intended to be humane to the dog outside all day, but nooooOOOOoooo), then scamper back toward the house.


'scuse me while I whip this out (reaches for mousetrap).

I checked the area near the house and found a likely place where the cover to the crawlspace could admit a rat... ok.. ok.. I baited and set the trap over by the dog food bowl, bowl gone now,


but one, yummy kibble left, COME AND GET IT!!!!!!


Spoiler alert--the rat dies.

I returned to the house and staked out the trap with the camera set to continuous. What follows is the death of the rodent.