We generally do. We’ve survived bigger than him. The sky isn’t falling, but it is pretty cloudy.
You know what ya gotta do: hair of the dog. You won’t sleep tonight, but first impressions are crucial.
It went well, actually! And it only took 1.5 liters of Dr. Pepper to bring me back to functionality!
I can see sound.
Between this morning’s ‘Google Invisible Protocoll’ the subsiquent ‘GET BACK IN HERE WHEN HE’S TALKING TO YOU’ by mom when I tried to walk off because I knew it was gonna go nowhere good and i’m freaking TIRED of pretending to not hurt, and now my stepdad going ‘I’m talking calmly I just would like todiscuss why you felt the square skillet went there in spite of you knowing where it’s supposed to go and don’t tell me you forgot that is a bullshit lie.’
I’m done.
Just done.
In spite of the fact my dad was an abusive jackhole when I was little, and the fact I cannot directly help in his line of work?I’m going to see if I can spend a week with him to see if I can try… i dunno at this point. I just feel like i need to find a way to reach them that they are causing me pain by allowing my stepdad’s fuckery to continue even with private acknowledging that I’m not being treated right. Oh that’s fucking WONDERFUL you goddamned bitch… tell me quietly in a corner that isn’t right while loudly demanding I play by his rules. That makes EVERYTHING feel better.
It’s a bad option, but maybe dad will try helping as opposed to handwring, or treat minor blips as ‘just because YOU choose to live in a junk hole does not mean I will allow the rest of us to.’ I’m done. I’m tired. I’m waiting for them all to go away so I can call a suicide hotline because I just don’t see any good way out or anywhere I can go or any plan that isn’t halfassed insane. I don’t want some insane fleeing to fuckall where with fuck if i know who. I want to have everyone sit down and act like adults for aed.
ant it to stop.
I just w change, myself includ
When you feel this way that’s a very good idea; I know you have mobility issues but if you can go to somewhere safe you should consider not waiting on everyone to leave.
You’re going through hell right now, no doubt, really in the depths of it.
Would it help to think it won’t always be this way? As I see it, if you live long enough, you’ll experience both extremes. Something good will happen, then later something bad, and after that something good, then something bad, something great, something terrible, a peak, a trough, a win, a loss, forever. That’s how it goes. No one knows the future, but chances are, good things lie ahead of you, even if you don’t know what they are or where they’ll come from. If you can, let this idea be the focus of your attention for some time. Maybe that’ll give you some relief, at least for a moment.
It looks like I’ve got the answer about my health insurance bill. They’ve acknowledged receipt of the corrected tax statement, agreed that it was for a full year and not the 11 months they claimed it was, acknowledged that they only sent the letter to tell us to send a tax statement almost a year and a half too late, basically gone as far as to say they overcharged me by thousands of euros (it’s something like 5000 too much)… and they’re not going to do anything about it. We have to pay the highest amount they calculated, plus interest and late fees for premiums they never told us about. We’ve been to the office a number of times, called them many times, written letters and emails, and apparently there’s just someone at the main office who wants to teach me a lesson or something. Everyone else is understanding and doesn’t see a problem, but we keep getting letters back saying that they don’t make corrections if they overcharge. We are going to get through this, but it kind of makes it worse to see them admit that they’re not refunding us anything just because they don’t want to.
Is there a local you trust who knows the tax system there well enough to give advice about what your next move could be?
financial details of the health care system are more or less completely unrelated to the subtleties of the tax system. if the insurance is a public one @jsroberts could look around for a lawyer with experience in the SGB, especially SGB V.
the first counselling by a lawyer is restricted to 150 EUR (iirc*), probably not the worst investment he can make in this situation
* I remembered wrong: 190 EUR
Meanwhile my parent would argue that I’m just needlessly whining ‘you have food in yoru belly, roof over your head right? You’re a lot nicer off than public housing. so why dont I just get you a section eight apartment where you can sit in acorner on the computer all day. that what you want?’
Right, because throwing my inabilities in my face is really positive and affirming that I should reach for more or try for better. Reafferm that message ‘the world is frightening, dark, cruel. stay here.’
And yet… that would be selling them short and portraying them falsely if I left it at that. They mean well, at least I choose to believe they do. THey saw me fail hard at college, saw how the world was going with needing a degree. Saw I had no good options locally for transportation. I’m not saying they made the CORRECT choices. I"m just saying I can understand what lead to this hole I feel I’m in.
for the first time Carbapenem-resistent bacteria were found in the EU. Carbapenem is (was?) one of the few remaining antibiotics of last resort.
non-compliance with antibiotics therapy* and the generous (ab)use in livestock breeding will sooner rather than later throw us back in pre-Fleming times - bacterial infects before penicillin were astonishingly deadly.
fun times!
* eta: and doctors describing antibiotics for everything, including viral infections. even worse than non-complient patients, they should know better
Finally a good reason for Brexit!
Oh lord, we’ll be back to rabies measures if the government notices, won’t we?
This is something I worry about quite a bit: my son is constantly needing antibiotics for different infections, so running out would hit him hard.
It’s really not been his day today. He had a few meltdowns this morning before school, but I managed to get him there OK. Later I picked him up from school, but when I got his bike ready and went to fetch mine a few metres away, he disappeared. I guess he’d gone around a building rather than coming straight to me, but when I went to look I couldn’t see him (it’s possible that I had just missed him). He couldn’t find me and had gone down the road to look for me before having another meltdown, which is when I found him. He’s never done that before; I put my bike in the same place with the other adult bikes every day, and he always comes straight to me. Then later with my wife, he started crossing the road at the green light and a car turned right quickly and hit him. He wasn’t hurt, but a big guy jumped out of the car and started apologising and touching him to make sure he was OK. I guess all my son knew was that someone had hit him from behind and was now grabbing him and talking in an agitated voice. He wasn’t at his best when they got home.
I feel like a crappy parent, but in the first case there was nothing unusual about the way he was acting just before and I turned my back for less than 10 seconds, and in the second it was completely the driver’s fault since my son had right of way. Just when you think you can predict people’s behaviour…
This is actually the second time we’ve seen a near accident on that junction. Last time (a couple of years ago) I was with my daughter and a car ran a red light just in front of us, nearly hitting two police officers who were crossing from the other side.
First, I’m so glad your son is OK and the driver stopped to help. That’s a terrifying experience.
In a freakish bit of coincidence, my wife and I were also hit by a car while walking back from the movies last night. It was a busy, well-lit intersection and we waited for the walk symbol before crossing. Green light and walk both signal at the same time, so we quickly check the left turn lane to our right - the car there isn’t moving, so we begin to cross.
Halfway through the intersection, I look quickly to my right in time to see my wife go shooting up the hood of a moving vehicle yelling “WHAT THE FUCK!?” just before shooting up that same hood myself.
Thank goodness that: a) we were flung to the side once arriving at the windshield and just went ass-over-teakettle to the side of the road b) it was a low profile vehicle and we weren’t knocked forward and c) nobody landed on their head. Nothing crushed, nothing run over, just a few scrapes and cuts from the landing.
Driver stopped and was as shaken up as we were. Swapped information. Made it the rest of the way home on pure adrenaline. Wife’s hand was still sore today, and a trip to urgent care confirmed a fracture on the outer metatarsal of her left hand from her landing.
So, yeah: fuck the last 24 hours.
cat, dog, rat/mouse?, rabbit/hare, monkey, mouse/hamster?
(I cheated, see another version of the same sign without the weathering)
Ack! Glad he’s okay! A similar thing happened to my cousin once. We were walking home from school together (they lived on the other side of our duplex at the time). We went to leave the school’s property and he darted out into the intersection and was hit. The street went past our elementary school to the HS, so the person wasn’t going very fast at all (and the road was rather short). But it totally wigged us out. They had a crossing guard at the intersection after that.
Cat, dog, rat, rabbit, monkey, mouse?
I’m not entirely confident about rat, though.