Bunny's Stuffie Corner

Finally getting close to finishing up cleaning my apartment. (In my defense, it's all been clean for awhile now, except for some junk on the surfaces of my bedroom that I didn't feel like picking up.)

I want my mother to come and help me organize my crafting supplies because at the moment, most of them are just crammed into large tote bags sitting in the floor.

The problem is, I also have a duffel bag of sex toys I have to do something with. My mother is nosy af, so most likely, if she sees it sitting in my closet (which is where it is now), she's gonna wanna know what's in it. I can probably just say, "Random stuff," and she'll leave it alone. But there's no guarantee, and that is not a conversation I want to have with my mother, lol.

So I'm currently trying to figure out what to do with them. I may do a quick clean out of the bag and throw away what I don't need/use (a lot of it is just rope, for instance) and then put what's left in something smaller and hide it in the tote box in my closet. Maybe.

It'd sure be nice if people would just mind their business, though.
 
So I ended up cleaning out the whole bag and stashing what I decided to keep in a tote box underneath some stuffed animals. Hopefully, that'll be enough to keep her out of my business, lol.

Apartment is almost completely clean now. She's coming at some point at the end of the week to help me organize the crafting supplies. Then, I'll basically just vacuum the floors one more time, and it'll all be done for a day or two, anyway.
 
So my first company has a couple of company forums that they allow the ladies and callers to post on.

It drives me up the fucking wall that none of these girls know how to use a forum properly. Like, they don't know how to start discussions, they don't know how to respond to other posts, and they just generally don't seem to understand the purpose of a forum.

I am extremely tempted to tell management that I could train these people how to do it...for a price. :LOL:
 
Tell them. Make them pay.

The only problem with that is I suspect they'll say, "Well, you don't post on the forums, either."

No shit, Sherlock, there's nothing to reply to. Just endless links to the girls' audios for sale. :rolleyes:
 
My best friend's friend's sister died in a car accident over the weekend. I went with her to the funeral because I meant I wasn't going to let her walk into that alone.

Y'all, all funerals are awful, but the funeral of a 32 year old who died in a car wreck is pretty fucking bad. I only sort of knew her through proxy, but that shit was heartbreaking.

I'm spending the weekend with my best friend and her gf now, to make sure she's ok.
 
Y'all, my side hustle of writing blogs and stuff has just blown up. I've invoiced people for an absurd amount of money, and then I also have orders for that much more. Please let this and my phone income and my crafting income drag me out of the financial hole I put myself into years and years ago. 🤞
 
TMI alert.

I went to the doctor today to get my Adderall refilled. She seemed concerned when I told her my last period was at the end of June and that I had been spotting off and on for like six weeks now. She wants me to go for a trans-vaginal ultrasound, but there are two problems with that.

1.) I don't have medical insurance, so there's the immediate problem of how tf am I gonna pay for the ultrasound itself?

and

2.) If they find something, what am I gonna do? Once again, no insurance, so any treatment options would be extremely limited.

Sigh. I hate everything about this.
 
Talked to Daddy on the phone today. He said it was too much to text, so he called me.

Family drama. His youngest kid (who's 18, so I'm allowed to say this) is an ungrateful little shit, in my opinion. I would never say that to Daddy, but it's how I feel. Anyway, the kid is giving him trouble, alternatively asking to come home (he's living with his mom now), threatening Daddy, and telling him he's a terrible father. I want to strangle the little fucker, personally.

Daddy was crying when he got to the "terrible father" part. I asked if he needed me to come over, for company, and he said he was too tired to be good company. I told him he didn't have to be good company, but he said no, he was headed to bed because it had been a long day.

I feel so bad for him. He tries so hard, and the universe just repeatedly kicks him in the teeth. He's a good man and deserves better. I hate there's really nothing I can do to help. :(
 
So my phone is stuck on emergency mode, which I mentioned in the What Pissed You Off Today? thread, and my replacement debit card hasn't arrived yet, so I can't get a new one until it does.

I wanted to check on Daddy yesterday, but I had no way of getting in touch with him, with a phone that wouldn't make calls or send texts. So I angsted all day over whether I should add him as a FB friend or not. (I know, stupid, but I have my moments from time to time.) Finally, around 6 pm yesterday, I just said fuck it and sent the request, thinking he'd probably not accept it. Woke up this morning to see he had accepted it.

The man can still surprise me from time to time. :cool:
 
RIP, Jimmy Buffett. You were a poet for the ages.

(Yes, I know I'm a few days late on this. I found out on Saturday, but I didn't know what to say.)

For those of you who don't know, the lines in my sig are slightly bastardized from his song, "Son of a Son of a Sailor," which is my favorite song of his. My Tumblr, southeast-of-disorder, is also a nod to a line from that song.

I have all his books. Where Is Joe Merchant? is the most memorable, and by that, I mean, it's absolutely batshit. :ROFLMAO:

Did I listen to "A Pirate Looks at 40" and sob inconsolably Saturday? Yes, I did.

I have very few heroes. He was one of them.

 
RIP, Jimmy Buffett. You were a poet for the ages.

(Yes, I know I'm a few days late on this. I found out on Saturday, but I didn't know what to say.)

For those of you who don't know, the lines in my sig are slightly bastardized from his song, "Son of a Son of a Sailor," which is my favorite song of his. My Tumblr, southeast-of-disorder, is also a nod to a line from that song.

I have all his books. Where Is Joe Merchant? is the most memorable, and by that, I mean, it's absolutely batshit. :ROFLMAO:

Did I listen to "A Pirate Looks at 40" and sob inconsolably Saturday? Yes, I did.

I have very few heroes. He was one of them.


No one can say it better, Buns. Thanks.:)
 
Daddy has Covid. Again. Poor bastard. This is the sixth time, if I'm counting correctly.
 
Took today off from my first job and am cleaning my house. (Not majorly, just the weekly cleaning.)

Last time I had to go to the dumpster, I almost got in a fight with the motherfucker who lives nearest to it. I was minding my own business, throwing my trash away, and he demanded to know if I lived there. I probably should've been nicer, but sometimes, my mouth gets ahead of my brain, so I was like, "Yes, I live here, but I don't see what business it is of yours." He got nasty, I replied, then I got in the car and left.

Now, it's like, am I gonna have to remind him I've lived here way longer than he has every time I try to go to the dumpster? Who appointed his stupid ass the trash police, anyway? This was not the first time he'd asked me that, but it was the first time I was already in a bad enough mood to not be very nice about it. I just wanted to dump my trash in peace, ffs.

But, anyway, he wasn't outside today when I went to the dumpster, so I didn't have to fight him, after all. Today was a good day. :cool:
 
Took today off from my first job and am cleaning my house. (Not majorly, just the weekly cleaning.)

Last time I had to go to the dumpster, I almost got in a fight with the motherfucker who lives nearest to it. I was minding my own business, throwing my trash away, and he demanded to know if I lived there. I probably should've been nicer, but sometimes, my mouth gets ahead of my brain, so I was like, "Yes, I live here, but I don't see what business it is of yours." He got nasty, I replied, then I got in the car and left.

Now, it's like, am I gonna have to remind him I've lived here way longer than he has every time I try to go to the dumpster? Who appointed his stupid ass the trash police, anyway? This was not the first time he'd asked me that, but it was the first time I was already in a bad enough mood to not be very nice about it. I just wanted to dump my trash in peace, ffs.

But, anyway, he wasn't outside today when I went to the dumpster, so I didn't have to fight him, after all. Today was a good day. :cool:

Tell him to MYOB!
 
Made a cat ear hat for a friend and put it in the mail Friday for her. She got it today, and she loves it! :)
 
Ok, TMI post again. If discussions of blood or female problems bother you, skip this post.

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So today makes the second time that I have passed a golf ball or bigger sized blood clot while not otherwise bleeding or on my period. Last time, it happened while I was asleep, but this time, I was awake for the whole thing and felt it basically just drop the fuck out and into my clothes.

Needless to say, I am wtf-ing right now. Google suggests uterine fibroids, but it could actually be any number of things. This is disgusting and also inconvenient, so maybe I do need to see if I can afford to have the stupid ultrasound done. :|
 
Ok, TMI post again. If discussions of blood or female problems bother you, skip this post.

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So today makes the second time that I have passed a golf ball or bigger sized blood clot while not otherwise bleeding or on my period. Last time, it happened while I was asleep, but this time, I was awake for the whole thing and felt it basically just drop the fuck out and into my clothes.

Needless to say, I am wtf-ing right now. Google suggests uterine fibroids, but it could actually be any number of things. This is disgusting and also inconvenient, so maybe I do need to see if I can afford to have the stupid ultrasound done. :|
The joys of being female are neverending.

If you have skipped a period or more for some reason, there can be a buildup of uterine lining, that needs to go. It can sometimes happen like you describe and sometimes it just turns into a slaughterhouse period, the next time.
Not shedding that lining regularly and fully is not a good thing, if it happens often but it isn’t super uncommon for it to happen once in a while either.

The question is more why you skipped the period(s), so a transvaginal ultrasound would be good. If you can call your doctor and talk about the new symptoms, they can probably tell you if they feel they make the need for the ultrasond more or less acute though.

I wish I could send you some of my health care system.

Google is pretty unhelpful in these cases because yes fibroids, but at your age you probably do have them and it might be related or it might not.
 
The joys of being female are neverending.

Ain't that the truth? :rolleyes:

If you have skipped a period or more for some reason, there can be a buildup of uterine lining, that needs to go. It can sometimes happen like you describe and sometimes it just turns into a slaughterhouse period, the next time.
Not shedding that lining regularly and fully is not a good thing, if it happens often but it isn’t super uncommon for it to happen once in a while either.

The question is more why you skipped the period(s), so a transvaginal ultrasound would be good. If you can call your doctor and talk about the new symptoms, they can probably tell you if they feel they make the need for the ultrasond more or less acute though.

I wish I could send you some of my health care system.

Google is pretty unhelpful in these cases because yes fibroids, but at your age you probably do have them and it might be related or it might not.

I have been trying to get in touch with someone today about the cost of the procedure. Nobody here can even be arsed to answer their fucking phones. If you don't have health insurance here, they don't care if you live or die.

I'll spare y'all my Communist rant, but there is a reason healthcare should not be a for-profit thing.
 
Well, I finally got to talk to someone, only to be told they couldn't (read: wouldn't) tell me the cost of the procedure without insurance. I'd just have to book appointment, show up, and be billed for it to know.

So I guess that means I'll have to forego it because I can't just not know how much it's gonna be.
 
Well, I finally got to talk to someone, only to be told they couldn't (read: wouldn't) tell me the cost of the procedure without insurance. I'd just have to book appointment, show up, and be billed for it to know.

So I guess that means I'll have to forego it because I can't just not know how much it's gonna be.
That’s just outrageous.

Here it’s just a diagnostic tool that would be avaliable in the examining room at a ob/gyn visit.
 
That’s just outrageous.

Here it’s just a diagnostic tool that would be avaliable in the examining room at a ob/gyn visit.

To be fair--as much as it pains me to be so--you can probably get it done here in ob/gyn's offices, too. It's just that hospitals often give discounts to people without insurance, so that's why my doctor suggested the hospital.

And to be fair again--which, ugh--the lady at the hospital did say it probably wouldn't be that much. But I can't just rely on her word and show up to be billed a ton of money.

I may look into what Planned Parenthood offers. There is one a little over an hour away.
 
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