I'm more broken than you

[Drunk Monk]

yeah, it's like a bullseye bruise but no tick.  maybe the tick fell off?  it's lighter now and only a little sore at the pinprick. 

i'm awaiting the activation of my spider sense.

[Greg]

Miles Morales jumped off a building to activate his spider powers. Maybe you should try that?

[Drunk Monk]

Way to spoil that for KB, the spidey-hater.

I am so tempted to discuss my tingle but it will spoil one of the funnier lines in FAR FROM HOME.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

First day of 10 day vacation: Slept until almost noon. Mission accomplished.

Also, Lyft is expensive for every day, so I cut the thumb out of an old riding glove and am now back on two wheels. Watch this space for more horrific damage.

[King Bob]

DM- what if it was some other insect, and you wind up being Earwig-Man or something?

[Drunk Monk]

Not to nitpick, but neither spiders nor earwigs are insects. I don’t think nits are either.

I’m trying to imagine what powers earwig-man might have. I’m thinking it would be something like sneaking earwigs into Yeti malts. Ok, that was mean and prolly triggered poor Ivor into PTSD shakes, especially in his weakened thumb condition. But he’s on vacay and I’m working staight thru the next 8 days, so it vents my jealousy.

My bite is fading. Now you really have to look to see it. There’s a tic tac size lump now that’s sore if I poke at it. No new superpowers and all my old superpowers are fading. Soon I’ll be a mere mortal and that seems boring.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Once the egg-sack hatches, you’ll have hundreds of new friends.

Vacation is great, btw.

[King Bob]

I figure that Earwig-Man would have giant pincers coming out of his ass, so he'd have to take off his pants to fight. A Yeti would just tear those pincers off.

[Drunk Monk]

I figure that Earwig-Man would have giant pincers coming out of his ass, so he'd have to take off his pants to fight. A Yeti would just tear those pincers off.

A Yeti could tear off those pincers if they were in his mouth. He’d have to chose: spit or swallow.

Don’t we all have to take our pants off to fight?

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

That’s why I wear a kilt.

True story: During Round I of the Thumb of Evil, I took myself to the ER at 1:30am because the pain wouldn’t let me sleep. While sitting in the partitioned treatment room, the patient to my right (behind a curtain) was getting treated. Older woman, husband standing in doorway, looking concerned. She was having pain in her head and loud buzzing in her ear.

Short version: Big Damn Bug in her ear. So big that the jaded ER staff (and they are *all* jaded) took turns coming in to see the monster bug. I did not go look because I have enough nightmare fuel for the rest of my days.

[Drunk Monk]

We had to remove a bug from an ear at RotR at around that hour once too. We drowned it first. Poor gal was trippin balls and could hear it crawling around in there, but she handled it well. So harsh.

And you’re right about being jaded.

[Greg]

I am fine!

I carry my own health care through Kaiser. I'm loathe to change it because of my preexisting condition of Diabetes. I fear that if I go somewhere else they will not take me. But anyway. I have Kaiser.

I learned a thing recently. It's not all one Kaiser. When I moved from Lynch Manor to the Lynch Lair, I switched from Kaiser Southern Cal to Kaiser NorCal. Makes sense. I got a note from them asking me to verify the move to a different district. Still no problem. The bills kept coming.

Until Wednesday when I got a note saying where would I like my Kaiser Medical Records sent now that I've cancelled my policy? What the what now? I didn't cancel. I pay my bills. I can't be without healthcare. So, Panic.

I called them today during my lunch break to find out WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! Ot gentler words to that effect. The woman on the other end said yes indeed I needed to reactivate my coverage for Norther Cal. But when she looked through the records, it appears that I had already been switched over. I just needed to do some button pushing at their online portal.

So, 24 hours of panic.

That was this morning. In the mail this afternoon, I received my new Kaiser card.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Phew!

I finally got the bill for my Thumb of DOOM from Kaiser. 3 days in the hospital = $30k. My part? $650.00.

I really like Kaiser. I think they do things right, but can you imagine getting slapped with a $30k tab for some random infection?

Medical & Dental care are a basic right. It is criminal that we don’t have universal healthcare in this country.

[Drunk Monk]

Not to derail this Kaiser chat, I think I'm allergic to naked ladies.  

I've had some major allergy attacks lately, like I haven't had in years.  I had one at Pride & Prejudice (http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...4#pid33874) and another at the Cabrillo Music Fest (http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...5#pid34005).  Part of the problem is my qigong practice is off.  I used to do it every working day, soon after I got to work. I'd deal with the immediate tasks, then take a 15 min qigong break in our 'green room'.  Well, that's gone (http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...p?tid=4847) - now it's just condiment machine storage.  So I don't have a private place to practice anymore.  

But these allergy attacks have been all in the Cruz, which for the last half dozen years has been an ocean air sanctuary.  What changed?  As far as I can tell, it's the abundance of naked ladies.  Feckin naked ladies everywhere.  All over the Cruz.  Everywhere I look. Naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies.  There's naked ladies lounging in their bed in our front yard.  Feckin get a gawddamned room, naked ladies.  I'm tired of all your sex in the air, waving your indecent pistils for all to see and breath. I mean, I appreciate naked ladies.  They're beautiful, so stripped bare with their seductive inviting petals, but no one wants to stigmas, styles and ovaries waving in their faces all the time.  I can't wait until they all just die.  

Being surrounded by naked ladies is a curse.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

I see what you did there!

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Pistil-whipped, are you?