They do video, but not for the first visit. After that, they evaluate if you’re going to be allowed to do video or still have to come to the office. I’m great with video, I like being able to see them too! But I’m bitter that no one has any openings that is willing to treat me like a human who is risk averse during a pandemic.
Can you report them to their board? Isn’t everyone in the globe supposed to be doing remote when possible?
Also, I love that this time you went for someone qualified and I’m going for the opposite, because they can’t be worse than psychologists
I decided to try pot for the first time ever (at the age of 35, in Colorado, lol) over the holiday.
The first time I tried it, I got cottonmouth, and that’s it.
The second time, with a different edible, I ended up curled up on the couch, sobbing, literally unable to speak for 4 hours, and I was not myself for fully 24 hours. My husband said it was the highest he’s ever been.
Both instances are worth a complaint, but the second time REALLY does not inspire me to try again for a while.
Oh no no no no no! I am so sorry. Those are very bad experiences indeed.
Trump just put a 25% tariff on European wines. I work at a liquor store. I like European wines.
Wot.
I believe Biden will reverse it, but not sure of the disruption it will cause before then.
A true tiny complaint:
I have been picking out all the chocolate pieces in my trail mix, and now I am shocked and appalled that the chocolate is gone. WHERE DID IT GO
Plugs don’t fit my bath tub. I’ve tried a bunch of different kinds and none of them stay in. I spend a lot of time in the bath and it is always slowly draining.
If I understood the problem I could solve it but I have no clue. It shouldn’t be this hard.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I really hope it’s not because my brain doesn’t like the spot I moved the bed to. If I was any good at figuring out (and solving) why I can’t sleep, I probably wouldn’t have been so tired the last 40 plus years. The no sleep probably has more to do with needing to work today and less to do with bedroom rearrangement.
At least in the US, they sell sort of rubber flaps that lay across the top of the opening.
My bath tub surface isn’t smooth enough to form a seal. It’s a 100 year old tub that badly needs reglazing.
This is why the edibles that a friend gave us last January are still sitting in my closet.
Well, that and the fact that they’re some sort of hard candy that you can’t just take a tiny bite out of. Also, they’re not chocolate.
But yeah… any time I have an opportunity to consume an intoxicant I’m always like “meh… I already know how the wine will affect me, I think I’ll just have wine.”
Anyway, that sucks!
Uh, they know there is a PANDEMIC going on, right?
I mean, FFS. If I had to go to therapy in person I would be a shaking, blubbery mess just out of fear that there was just a maskhole sitting in the chair before me.
That’s total bullshit, I’m sorry.
On the other hand, best to know now if they are not reasonable people? I know I would not want to open up emotionally to someone who thought I was ridiculous for being afraid of covid.
Drinking gives me headaches if I drink enough to get past “mildly tipsy”. Someone even recommended edibles to me as a remedy for my tension headaches, haha. I think if I could get a mild high it would be ok, but now I’m scared to try again.
I guess I’m sticking to cake as my vice, instead of alcohol or drugs. Sugar sweet sugar. le sigh.
There was probably a hole in the bag.
I live with morning people. I was sleeping on the couch because I didn’t want Mr Meer’s chronic sleep issues or the dog snoring to wake me up in the middle of the night. I set an alarm for 5am so I’d have some buffet before Kiddo’s clock turned green at 5:25. So of course he came bouncing out at 4:50. Whyyyyyyy?? Even in summer he’s up ages before sunrise, why?!? Then Mr. Meer is like eh, whatever, might as well get up.
Is Mr Meer getting up the point at which you can retreat to the bedroom and have more sleeps?
Sort of? My body sometimes forgets how to sleep in once I’m woken up. Not always though. Plus I just generally function better if everyone leaves me alone for thirty minutes in the morning, this was true even before being a parent. (Speaking of parenting, my new TC is that Kiddo is fighting me on every. little. thing. this morning.)
I signed up for email alerts on USPS website for all my customer packages that haven’t been delivered yet (one is finally out for delivery having been shipped on dec. 22… hope that person didn’t need it for Xmas). And also for 2 packages I am expecting. Now I am getting tons and tons of emails every time a package moves. One appears to be taking a lovely tour of Massachusetts small towns, after taking a lovely tour of the Chicagoland area for a couple weeks.
Also, at this point I’ve completely lost track of whose package is whose and to figure it out I have to go digging thru my Amazon seller account which hides address/tracking information for customers unless you know where to click. Blargh.