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Why the shit is amoxicillin prescription only anyways? It's not a narcotic, you can't get high from it, and there's no abuse potential.
Might not be true everywhere, but antibiotics usually are prescription only because self-medication with antibiotics can lead to antibiotic resistance. If people just take them for as long as they feel like it (as opposed to a prescribed course), some of the bacteria may survive and become resistant to it; not only you'll likely get the infection again, the same antibiotic may not work.
And amoxicillin being so common is one of the ones at most risk to become ineffective this way. More so with people being only too happy to use antibiotics for things that aren't treated with them, like viral infections.

Also antibiotics tend to have secondary effects you gotta be careful with. Like they'll affect your intestinal flora and so on.
Incidentally, I've seen antibiotics being prescribed for their side effects rather than for an infection, like some are very good to reduce inflammation, so they can be prescribed to people with inflammatory diseases, skin conditions, or swollen injuries.

Edit: I posted this and IMMEDIATELY got a YouTube recommendation for a video about antibiotic resistance. Fucking hell.
 
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Nothing says "Christmas is over, back to the wagecage" quite like being understaffed, overwhelmed, behind schedule, and getting bitched at by unhinged Asian women who can barely speak English.

Don't throw a fit at me because you're too retarded to understand how to manage your own accounts. I swear, money brings out all kinds of ugliness in people.
 
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Pour one out, guys. First thing I hear in 2024 after the usual Happy New Year round is that a decade-long acquaintance of mine is taking the plunge. Into a skirt and hormones. The social contagion got another one.
He's transitioning into a Scotsman? Dios mios...

Show that you support his new life as a highlander by giving him this ethnic affirming gift:
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Inheritance is especially bad, any sign of any money and the vultures start circling. Family members no one has ever heard of and people who have disappeared for years.
Oh, don't get me started. MeatGramps's second wife took advantage of his memory loss to change his will in favor of her and her deadbeat kids over his own, and blew a gasket when we noticed and confronted her about it.

I was morbidly glad to hear she finally took a dirt nap last spring. And our side got the last laugh; MeatBro and I are successful in life, while Greedy Old Bitch's grandkids are a failed Mormon, a whore, a Mexican, and a midget.

Hope it was worth it, you wicked old hag. Can't take what you stole with you. And even if you could, it's only useful for kindling if you went where I think you went.
 
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The children above all else.

Even if they're not children anymore.
Nah, she actually wanted me to me to meet this guy because she likes what she heard so far. Our whole family situation is so weird and beyond a pl, I can't go all into it, but just know she is fine with it for a lot of reasons.

So I did meet this guy after a few months of intense and emotionaly inimate conversation about our lives and problems with it. I am with him now for a few more days. I've never had a man look at me the way he does, just looking and me and constantly grinning because he can’t help himself like he just won the lottery or something. He is a white employed middle class western man my own age, so now he isn't some MENA faggot looking for a green card or whatever. He actually has standards. An absolute gentleman, insists on paying for everything, very thoughtful, funny, we have a lot in common.

I find him extremely attractive because he is an actual man. I spent a lot of my life married to a complete omega cuck retard (my fault, I chose him), so I feel like this relationship is like this meme:

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We decided to go ahead and enter into a regular monogmous relationship with a goal of marriage and will work on the distance thing in the next few months. Well see how it goes but, yeah, I continue to be impressed to say the least.
 
I’m feeling much better with antibiotics treating an infection I have. However, I feel bad for the people around me because they all have the flu and this year was one where I was vaccinated for the flu because my pharmacist offered it to me while I was picking up a prescription. It feels like some butterfly effect stuff.
 
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My partner has been feeling bloated and is now on the bed beside me in the downward facing dog position just farting and farting and farting and exclaiming in relief

I need to share the horror of this so I'm not the only one suffering
I actually spent a solid 2 minutes laughing aloud at this, and no doubt it'll pop into my head later tonight as I'm trying to sleep.
 
Red wine and then gold schlager when the wine was done.
I love goldschlager, especially at holiday time. I got some alcohol delivered last month ahead of the holidays and had included a bottle of it on the list. Apparently the store was out, and apparently I missed that the app had auto-populated a substitute of...Triple Sec. Wtf? That's not anywhere close. In any way.

Worse: it was in a plastic 1.75L jug and only cost $13, which seems cheap, though I don't know bc I don't freaking use triple sec at home. Tastes like watered down orange soda, not even a good liqueur. I'd much rather have had Fireball Whisky*...though I had a not-great holiday season, so it's probably best for me that I did not have 1.75L of Fireball around.

*or Armagnac or cognac - or if I had to get a liqueur, Lillet.
 
I feel like I've regressed from the person I was ~4-5 years ago. I had my issues but ultimately I was able to get things done and had something I was working towards, even if it was a vague understanding. The last few months or so especially, I've become extremely averse to discomfort. I let my living space get filthy and only clean it up when I can't bear to look at it anymore. When I get home from work I can't muster up the energy to do any of the things I said I would do. I can't even go to bed reliably. I realize the situation I'm in is untenable, even if I skate by without any major fallout, it's just a path where it will be difficult to be anything but miserable waiting for meaning to find me. One of the hardest parts of it is that the solutions seems like they're staring me in the face in the form of things that I should stop doing (porn, weed, too much vidya, idle eating) and start doing (exercise, socializing instead of isolating, journaling, church) but it feels like I can't trust myself to make a good decision.

It's like that voice that makes excuses and justifications for not going to the gym has the final say over my own self-interest. I beat myself up from all the unproductive days and poor choices and it just reinforces the idea I'm a fuckup and makes it harder to convince myself it doesn't have to be that way, even if what I need to get there isn't a challenge at all. I have stretches of time where this is less so the case, but currently been doing it long enough and felt shitty enough that I'm tired of it.
 
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