Here's the background: I found out im out of re-fills for my ashtma emergancy inhaler. And advair is $250, so been living off it. It will take a couple of days (week or two in doctor speak) for my phramcy and doctors office to communicate and get me a re-fill. While having a panic attack, I tell the husband the situation in hope of some sort of comfert. What do i get told?
H: "What I am supposed to do about it? Comfert you? what do you want? There isn't a damn thing i can do about it so im not really concerned. I have no doubt you'll be 100% fine between now and then. If you're not, we go to the hospital and deal with that as it comes. Beyond that there's nothing to be done, so there's nothing to say. Now if you'll excuse me ... i dont have time for this right now."
I haven't spoken to him since then, i have said nothing and I'm highly debating giving him the silent treatment until i get my re-fill or just not going home tonight, even though i have no place else to go.
I also found out he's going to go hang out with his guy friends and probably bitch about me, which even though people need to vent about their SO. It still hurts that its about this situation. It's not like a good friend insulted me or the cats peed on my coat. It's fucking medical.
I just don't know what to do. Keep up the silent treatment, take off for a bit to teach him a lesson aka "you keep acting like i dont matter, then i will be out of your life"
suck it up
tell him to go fuck himself and start a fight
or go cry some more like a fucking emo kid on prom night who's could only find his cousin to ask to it.?
Advice??
Kind of an ass move to criticize someone when they are worried about something health-related. You have good reason to be angry at him. That said, you married the guy: do you really think he would react that way under normal circumstances? Maybe he had something else on his plate he was worried about.
Quote from: -Kel- on February 11, 2010, 10:21:22 PM
Here's the background: I found out im out of re-fills for my ashtma emergancy inhaler. And advair is $250, so been living off it. It will take a couple of days (week or two in doctor speak) for my phramcy and doctors office to communicate and get me a re-fill. While having a panic attack, I tell the husband the situation in hope of some sort of comfert. What do i get told?
H: "What I am supposed to do about it? Comfert you? what do you want? There isn't a damn thing i can do about it so im not really concerned. I have no doubt you'll be 100% fine between now and then. If you're not, we go to the hospital and deal with that as it comes. Beyond that there's nothing to be done, so there's nothing to say. Now if you'll excuse me ... i dont have time for this right now."
I haven't spoken to him since then, i have said nothing and I'm highly debating giving him the silent treatment until i get my re-fill or just not going home tonight, even though i have no place else to go.
I also found out he's going to go hang out with his guy friends and probably bitch about me, which even though people need to vent about their SO. It still hurts that its about this situation. It's not like a good friend insulted me or the cats peed on my coat. It's fucking medical.
I just don't know what to do. Keep up the silent treatment, take off for a bit to teach him a lesson aka "you keep acting like i dont matter, then i will be out of your life"
suck it up
tell him to go fuck himself and start a fight
or go cry some more like a fucking emo kid on prom night who's could only find his cousin to ask to it.?
Advice??
You can't use Ventolin? It's so much cheaper!
Also, what's the deal with your pharmacy and Dr? When I run out of refills, I can call my pharmacy, who will send a refill request to my Dr., and they fax the prescription right then and there. I've even walked into my pharmacy to get a refill, found out it was expired, and had them contact my doctor's office and get the refill approved within 15 minutes.
You might want to try just going to the pharmacy and see if they've joined the 21st century since last time you were out of refills.
AS THE
Dickheaded husband, myself - Sometimes problems which I can't fix by means of any of my superman abilities cause me to react with defensive bullshit like what you're getting.
DON'T
Fight about it, if possible. Relationships are a lot of work. I'd try to explain my concerns and why my partner needs to care; because sometimes we need to be reminded about the basics.
Don't fight, but while he is out, use his toothbrush to clean the toilet. You'll feel much better.
Quote from: -Kel- on February 11, 2010, 10:21:22 PM
Here's the background: I found out im out of re-fills for my ashtma emergancy inhaler. And advair is $250, so been living off it. It will take a couple of days (week or two in doctor speak) for my phramcy and doctors office to communicate and get me a re-fill. While having a panic attack, I tell the husband the situation in hope of some sort of comfert. What do i get told?
H: "What I am supposed to do about it? Comfert you? what do you want? There isn't a damn thing i can do about it so im not really concerned. I have no doubt you'll be 100% fine between now and then. If you're not, we go to the hospital and deal with that as it comes. Beyond that there's nothing to be done, so there's nothing to say. Now if you'll excuse me ... i dont have time for this right now."
I haven't spoken to him since then, i have said nothing and I'm highly debating giving him the silent treatment until i get my re-fill or just not going home tonight, even though i have no place else to go.
I also found out he's going to go hang out with his guy friends and probably bitch about me, which even though people need to vent about their SO. It still hurts that its about this situation. It's not like a good friend insulted me or the cats peed on my coat. It's fucking medical.
I just don't know what to do. Keep up the silent treatment, take off for a bit to teach him a lesson aka "you keep acting like i dont matter, then i will be out of your life"
suck it up
tell him to go fuck himself and start a fight
or go cry some more like a fucking emo kid on prom night who's could only find his cousin to ask to it.?
Advice??
Beat.
His.
Ass.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 11, 2010, 10:58:16 PM
Beat.
His.
Ass.
Again? OK. He'll probably be hiding from me and went to a friends house instead of home, since my scorn is great.
Alternatively, don't have sex with him for a week or two, then "relent", and then get one of these (http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1507846/femdefense_a_new_antirape_device.html?cat=17) ready.
I've written about five responses to the above post, and none of them seem to touch on the horror, awesomeness, and potential metaphor for much of the social interaction right here on PD.com that the product inspires.
I reckon you should be able to specify the length and power of the spike. I mean, with enough force, you ain't going to be doing anything for a while, except curling up on the ground and bleeding from bits that really shouldn't bleed.
Quote from: Horrendous Foreign Love Stoat on February 12, 2010, 12:37:44 AM
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1507846/femdefense_a_new_antirape_device.html?cat=17 o.O
I'm worried that it would get rape victims beaten to death as well as raped. Although, surely it could have some kind of knock out chemical in the spikes?
You think? I dunno.
I would imagine a bleeding cock a mighty big distraction. At least enough for the victim to run away/find a heavy-blunt object...
Quote from: Cain on February 12, 2010, 12:40:14 AM
I reckon you should be able to specify the length and power of the spike. I mean, with enough force, you ain't going to be doing anything for a while, except curling up on the ground and bleeding from bits that really shouldn't bleed.
This.
Few rapists would expect a real live vagina troll.
Fuck him up Kel. I'm fucking serious. Do as the good Doktor says and beat his fucking ass. Teach that fucker some goddamn manners and a little bit of respect and compassion!
Quote from: Cain on February 11, 2010, 10:54:09 PM
Don't fight, but while he is out, use his toothbrush to clean the toilet. You'll feel much better.
But if she kisses him later :vom:
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 12, 2010, 12:49:17 AM
Fuck him up Kel. I'm fucking serious. Do as the good Doktor says and beat his fucking ass. Teach that fucker some goddamn manners and a little bit of respect and compassion!
This. He's got something wedged between his butt cheeks by the sounds of it. He doesn't sound very appreciative at all.
Quote from: Horrendous Foreign Love Stoat on February 12, 2010, 12:37:44 AM
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1507846/femdefense_a_new_antirape_device.html?cat=17 o.O
I'm worried that it would get rape victims beaten to death as well as raped. Although, surely it could have some kind of knock out chemical in the spikes?
Hm .. my first thought was what if the female man haters get their hands on this, then they go around seducing guys and then totally screw up their private parts and then think the dudes deserve it.
:eek: :eek: :eek:
Quote from: Horrendous Foreign Love Stoat on February 12, 2010, 12:37:44 AM
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1507846/femdefense_a_new_antirape_device.html?cat=17 o.O
I'm worried that it would get rape victims beaten to death as well as raped. Although, surely it could have some kind of knock out chemical in the spikes?
Knock out chemicals would be tough to balance. If the rapist is too big, it won't affect him at all. If the rapist is too small, it might kill him. Not that I'm entirely against that, of course, but there is also the possibility of the misfire. It won't work the way it did in Snow Crash.
The other bit is that it might not do that which it is intended to do at all. Expect a certain amount of time to take effect. Novacaine or some other local anesthetic might be better.
Does he play World of Warcraft?
Quote from: -Kel- on February 11, 2010, 10:21:22 PM
Here's the background: I found out im out of re-fills for my ashtma emergancy inhaler. And advair is $250, so been living off it. It will take a couple of days (week or two in doctor speak) for my phramcy and doctors office to communicate and get me a re-fill. While having a panic attack, I tell the husband the situation in hope of some sort of comfert. What do i get told?
H: "What I am supposed to do about it? Comfert you? what do you want? There isn't a damn thing i can do about it so im not really concerned. I have no doubt you'll be 100% fine between now and then. If you're not, we go to the hospital and deal with that as it comes. Beyond that there's nothing to be done, so there's nothing to say. Now if you'll excuse me ... i dont have time for this right now."
I haven't spoken to him since then, i have said nothing and I'm highly debating giving him the silent treatment until i get my re-fill or just not going home tonight, even though i have no place else to go.
I also found out he's going to go hang out with his guy friends and probably bitch about me, which even though people need to vent about their SO. It still hurts that its about this situation. It's not like a good friend insulted me or the cats peed on my coat. It's fucking medical.
I just don't know what to do. Keep up the silent treatment, take off for a bit to teach him a lesson aka "you keep acting like i dont matter, then i will be out of your life"
suck it up
tell him to go fuck himself and start a fight
or go cry some more like a fucking emo kid on prom night who's could only find his cousin to ask to it.?
Advice??
Wow, what a dick.
Don't start a fight or otherwise get upset until you've got your inhaler. I guess silent treatment/avoidance for now...
Was this precipitated by something?
Quote from: NotPublished on February 12, 2010, 01:08:43 AM
Quote from: Horrendous Foreign Love Stoat on February 12, 2010, 12:37:44 AM
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1507846/femdefense_a_new_antirape_device.html?cat=17 o.O
I'm worried that it would get rape victims beaten to death as well as raped. Although, surely it could have some kind of knock out chemical in the spikes?
Hm .. my first thought was what if the female man haters get their hands on this, then they go around seducing guys and then totally screw up their private parts and then think the dudes deserve it.
:eek: :eek: :eek:
Sounds like a felony to me.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 12, 2010, 12:49:17 AM
Fuck him up Kel. I'm fucking serious. Do as the good Doktor says and beat his fucking ass. Teach that fucker some goddamn manners and a little bit of respect and compassion!
Who are you, and what have you done with Freeky?
I called that shit.
Quote from: Cain on February 11, 2010, 10:54:09 PM
Don't fight, but while he is out, use his toothbrush to clean the toilet. You'll feel much better.
this. mt god it feels so good.
and don't worry Rumckle, i don't think she'll be kissing him any time soon.
AND before he tries would be a GREAT time to tell him where his mouth has been.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
AH HA HA HA! HA HA HA HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
Also, Herbert was never that prickish to me. EVER. If anything he knew I had health concerns, including asthma, and when I needed my refill or to get a scrip, he never flipped out and would usually be the one to call the doc for me.
That behavior is unacceptable.
Has he been like this to you before?
Another possible retaliation. Break something of his that he treasures, nothing over the top, but say a video game or something, scratch the fuck out of an Xbox or PS3 disk and then when he can't play it and freaks out, give him the same treatment and see how he reacts.
...But that's not healthy for a relationship. See also: I'm going through a divorce, and I know part of it is because I'm a vindictive, cold bitch that doesn't put up with bullshit.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 12, 2010, 04:05:43 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 12, 2010, 12:49:17 AM
Fuck him up Kel. I'm fucking serious. Do as the good Doktor says and beat his fucking ass. Teach that fucker some goddamn manners and a little bit of respect and compassion!
Who are you, and what have you done with Freeky?
Just because I'm a hippie doesn't mean I can't get touchy, Doktor. :wink:
Itching powder on the toilet paper.
You know you want to.
Quote from: Suu on February 12, 2010, 01:20:37 AM
Does he play World of Warcraft?
No. Helll noooo, I wouldn't of married him...
also update: He was having a shit filled day and apologized for being an asshole.
Quote from: -Kel- on February 12, 2010, 06:10:31 AM
Quote from: Suu on February 12, 2010, 01:20:37 AM
Does he play World of Warcraft?
No. Helll noooo, I wouldn't of married him...
also update: He was having a shit filled day and apologized for being an asshole.
Quote from: Sigmatic on February 12, 2010, 05:03:48 AM
Itching powder on the toilet paper.
You know you want to.
Quote from: Sigmatic on February 12, 2010, 06:50:51 AM
Quote from: -Kel- on February 12, 2010, 06:10:31 AM
Quote from: Suu on February 12, 2010, 01:20:37 AM
Does he play World of Warcraft?
No. Helll noooo, I wouldn't of married him...
also update: He was having a shit filled day and apologized for being an asshole.
Quote from: Sigmatic on February 12, 2010, 05:03:48 AM
Itching powder on the toilet paper.
You know you want to.
That justification is annoying =/ just cause someone has a shit day doesn't give them the right to put it out on others (esp as rude as that!). Do the itching powder!!!
But make sure you don't forget about the itching powder.
not gonna do that. wouldn't be prudent *snickers*
by apologizing i mean, a lot crying, both of us breaking down and holding each other.
We may be assholes at times, but we do love each other.
Quote from: -Kel- on February 12, 2010, 03:35:33 PM
not gonna do that. wouldn't be prudent *snickers*
by apologizing i mean, a lot crying, both of us breaking down and holding each other.
We may be assholes at times, but we do love each other.
:mittens: