I cannot fucking win, can I. please no hugs or advice: right now I just want to scream.

Well hell.

I started a new bottle of naproxen today, so I just read the medication guide: ( you know, this is probably fodder for a fucking_meds post. also tmi. )

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H fucking R has to approve putting a fucking ergonomic keyboard at
my fucking workstation. This requires getting my doctor to fill out a
form--which will cost me $25, because my doctor filling out any
form costs $25.

H fucking R had better refund me the $25. ARGH.

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The existential despair can kindly fuck right off.