I really hate "F-bombs." As much as I hate them though, I still find myself dropping them. I tried; I really tried to stop dropping them, but I've given up trying to stop. That being said, I still have a bit of common decency left in me. There is a time and place for them, and I know that. It's really funny because when I hear them being dropped, I react based on my surroundings. There are times when I physically feel ill when I hear them - when they are totally inappropriate. Some people simply don't have any sense of decency. I don't think it makes me a hypocrite, then, when I drop one. When I drop one, it's damn-well justified.
For instance, when a vampire can't find a vein. Hearing that I have no veins left to try, and the next place to try is my groin. That deserves a loud *&^%, and I don't care who hears me. Or, when you hear that the surgery you just had was a complete failure and that, if I'd like to live a normal life ever again, I will need to undergo more surgery... again. That definitely deserves a loud *&^%, and yes, I have yelled it a few times as of late (Just a little note to you female readers: if you are ever offered mesh surgery for bladder issues, run. Like Hell).
|More blood work...|
It's a gorgeous day. The sun is bright and though it's cold out, my home is cozy. Pardon me, however, as I am having a bad day. Today, my glass is still half-full, but what it's full of, I won't say. Just found out I need to have blood work done next week