On the 19th of March this year (that's last week) I was in the ER for hemorrhaging and blood clots the size of my palm, large enough to alarm my mother, my aunt, and the nurse, not to mention me. Yeah, because ER GYN exams are a TON of fun, am I right? Yeah, no. I ended up with four people seeing me in the ER and three of them doing my exam, and ( Read more... )

It's a fucking tar baby is what it is, sticky godsdamned molasses and I am not punching my fist in it BUT... I will by gods bitch about it. You, idjit author of craptastic anachronistic dialogue, are not allowed to take a perfectly good story and strip the good parts out (and I am not talking about sex here I mean good writing and dialogue) then ( Read more... )