How many times have I stood, patting shoulders or holding hands, chatting about the weather, something, anything to get some drama queen to shut up? All the while knowing that the last time I broke a bone, I was driving with it for a week?
What ever happened to 'suck it up, buttercup?'
Sigh.
Not that I blame anybody for getting hurt, or expressing how much it hurts, but yelling about it is going to just make it worse for yourself and for everyone trying to help you. Like I tell my son... "less grunting and groaning about how hard it is and more work please."
I guess nobody teaches that any more. You can make things hurt worse by whimpering. Really. Brain chemistry works that way. You get less access to those lovely endorphins. Really. Whining, moaning, whingeing and complaining hurts you more than everyone forced to listen to you. Really.
So if you get hurt, get it looked at -- but go for that hit of endorphins and all the lovely products of your adrenals and shut off the annoying high-pitched whine.
P.S. I have access to a doctor and a health-care system.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
What is this BFF stuff on Twitter?
It was barfalacious! So much 'roses and sunshine and all my friends are just so 'squeeeeeeeeeee'.'
Look. I can fangirl with the best of them but repeating the same tropes of 'I love all my friends THIIIIIISSSSSS much' tends to make me think you're protesting too much people. Love and jollies in a hundred and forty characters and not TO the friends in question but to billions of random strangers? Um.
That seems a little like kindergarden to me. I suppose Twitter is in it's virtual infancy I suppose.
Maybe it's acceptable in small doses. I just went away until the calorie storm was over or I would have needed insulin to not go into sugar shock.
There, there, kiddies I hope you had fun. Catch y'all later when you've grown up again.
Look. I can fangirl with the best of them but repeating the same tropes of 'I love all my friends THIIIIIISSSSSS much' tends to make me think you're protesting too much people. Love and jollies in a hundred and forty characters and not TO the friends in question but to billions of random strangers? Um.
That seems a little like kindergarden to me. I suppose Twitter is in it's virtual infancy I suppose.
Maybe it's acceptable in small doses. I just went away until the calorie storm was over or I would have needed insulin to not go into sugar shock.
There, there, kiddies I hope you had fun. Catch y'all later when you've grown up again.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Hello and Fuck Off!
Backhouse Rat is intended to be a forum for my bitchiness, snide comments and generally curmudgeon. If that's not spelled right then fuck you, go read something else if you are offended. Let's see you spell curmudgeon!
In the traditional Chinese Horoscope I'm a Rat. A Metal Rat to be exact so I'm going to try and come up with something I think is cool. If you don't... fine.
You know I'm even being nice with this title. It could have been "Crazy as a Shithouse Rat".
I intend to pull no punches here.
You've been warned.
I'll draw blood if you are easily wounded... so... we'll see.
In the traditional Chinese Horoscope I'm a Rat. A Metal Rat to be exact so I'm going to try and come up with something I think is cool. If you don't... fine.
You know I'm even being nice with this title. It could have been "Crazy as a Shithouse Rat".
I intend to pull no punches here.
You've been warned.
I'll draw blood if you are easily wounded... so... we'll see.
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