Life was hell until I got diagnosed. Now it's still hell but I know why.
Madness string 3009
This morning, I predicted that I would one day shit myself in a stalled elevator. If this does indeed happen, I will laugh uproariously, as will my wife.
Let's try and remember, this is the same pattern as every other last time. Most people commenting here are in agreement: this was wrong or at the least, this was handled poorly, and as usual, there is little to no official communication from the other side. The pitchforks are ready, the mob is assembled, but the castle is empty, as usual.