Damn! Farming must be really frustrating sometimes, what with your success rate and the amount you can sell your product for going up and down so unpredictably. When we still had the farm (in the Oklahoma panhandle, and inherited by B and his brother, so we'd get some income from it every year), we -- and the family actually farming it -- could never be sure what the income would be. (Luckily we weren't significantly dependent on it, but it was nice to get the occasional income.)
Screw Yahoo, and screw the people trying to take advantage of you. Also, screw your fussy hens. (Are you able to at least get some of the eggs away from the hens and incubate them yourself? Or this that something that doesn't work out?)
Also, go suck Mama June's syphillis ridden rotted cunt made me laugh much harder than I should have :D
As far as the arm, not too bad, since I've been doing stuff with it. Often too much, or not carefully enough, so I end up with inflammation and have to rest it, but it does get better again. And at least I know I'm not damaging it again. I do need to get back to physical therapy, which I haven't done since October-ish. Goddamn insurance has given me three different policies, two of which they messed up, and the last of which they canceled for no apparent reason (and then I hadn't been covered since October). We didn't even find that out until B called to find out why they weren't sending me a card. He told them, "you are going to cover my wife retroactively, and get her covered by January (which was a week away). NOW." I don't think I've ever heard him so angry. (It's a cold, simmering anger, with no yelling. Really scary.)
I've got a card now, and I think I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. (After a few pairs.)
Regarding the anxiety, can we talk about that via PM or email? Whichever you choose. I'll be out for most of the day, I think.
Re: Me again, (curse word laden rant inside, of course)
Screw Yahoo, and screw the people trying to take advantage of you. Also, screw your fussy hens. (Are you able to at least get some of the eggs away from the hens and incubate them yourself? Or this that something that doesn't work out?)
Also, go suck Mama June's syphillis ridden rotted cunt made me laugh much harder than I should have :D
As far as the arm, not too bad, since I've been doing stuff with it. Often too much, or not carefully enough, so I end up with inflammation and have to rest it, but it does get better again. And at least I know I'm not damaging it again. I do need to get back to physical therapy, which I haven't done since October-ish. Goddamn insurance has given me three different policies, two of which they messed up, and the last of which they canceled for no apparent reason (and then I hadn't been covered since October). We didn't even find that out until B called to find out why they weren't sending me a card. He told them, "you are going to cover my wife retroactively, and get her covered by January (which was a week away). NOW." I don't think I've ever heard him so angry. (It's a cold, simmering anger, with no yelling. Really scary.)
I've got a card now, and I think I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. (After a few pairs.)
Regarding the anxiety, can we talk about that via PM or email? Whichever you choose. I'll be out for most of the day, I think.
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