Depression is hard. I’ve been fighting it for so long that I’ve started just admitting it out loud even if it’s not entirely appropriate. But when a person I don’t trust to admit it to tells me that I look great, it don’t know what to say. I’ve lost 40 pounds because every bite is a fight between self destruction and self preservation. I’m now at a “normal” bmi, but compliments are a double edged sword. One person asked me if it was intentional, and a good thing, and she is an angel of compassion.
Sent my watch to the manufacturer for service, because it had started to lose time after a battery change. Got it back today, after they charged me $735.00. They claimed that they found evidence that it had been serviced by someone unauthorized, and that there were incorrect parts inside. But I have had it since new, and it has been serviced exactly once, by them. I have the records. But the only other option was to pay them to ship it back to me. After which it would be useless.
I know that this is completely one of those “first world” complaints. But I still feel ripped off. Plus, I had to replace a camera this week.
Please see someone who can help. Nobody needs to go through depression when there are treatments available, or just people who care about you and can at least offer emotional support.
Gout.
Motherfucker.
If i have to deal with this bullshit I should be allowed to wear a pith helmet and khakis and drink quinine and live in the tropics!
Apple cider vinegar is magic tho.
Ah that sucks. Once a year or so I get a flare up and it’s just miserable. Who knew brushing against a bedsheet or putting on a sock could hurt so much? What especially sucks for me is it’s usually my left foot and I drive a stick shift.
Indomethacin helps for me to dull with some of the swelling and pain but only so much.
Once I feel the telltale signs, I know I’m going to be in for a week of misery.
A small one. More like a Bother Today.
Stupid mouse has finally given up the ghost. I’ll be glad to see that back of it as it’s been mis-clicking for months now. But I’m stuck on craptop scratchpad which is useless for Inkscape until I can get a new mouse.
Bother.
Medications have proven to be detrimental in the past, worse than doing nothing, but talk counseling is helpful, just not fast. Things are improving, in my life and my mental health, appetite seems to be a lagging indicator.
I appreciate your concern, but life circumstances are… difficult.
Oh yes, drugs and treatments. I am doing them. This isn’t a regular injury. It’s a 3 to 6 month recovery kind of injury. Worst I’ve had. Even the bad knee w/ surgery was a faster recovery than this.
Do you know about 7cupsoftea.com?
It appears that the serial rapist that is working my area has decided to go after children now. The four-year-old has been found, though, and is safe with her family following medical treatment.
It’s not absolutely certain that it’s the same guy, but the vague descriptions are compatible.
I’m so sorry to hear about this. I hope they find him fast, and I hope your near and dear stay safe.
It’s assholes like that guy who seriously test my “no one deserves prison rape/torture/the death penalty” convictions.
A four year old. I have no words.
Like people named Chad, idiots who leave full cups next to the sink are the worst. Just perfectly places to spill all over you during a midnight quest for water.
This is scary. I’m so sorry this is happening in your community. I too hope they find the person and bring them to justice very soon.
Things continue to get scarier every day.
https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2017/04/10/chechnya-has-opened-concentration-camps-for-gay-men/
The government’s response is that they can’t be holding gay men in concentration camps because there are no gay men in Chechnya.
FUCK!
I foolishly burned a thumb and three fingers on my dominant hand… In the middle of writing finals and composing the findings chapter of my dissertation.
Fuck today.
Oh no!!! I hope they heal quickly, so you can get back to it and finish your diss!!! Good luck!
Stumbling around half-asleep in the semi-dark I seem to have stepped on something hard last night, or the night before, or whenever.
Now there is this inflamed spot on my foot.
Years ago when I was living with crazy artists in a warehouse* I stepped on a piece of metal that embedded itself in my foot, and some poor PA or CNA or somebody at the local clinic had to dig it out with a tool. It was literally the first time this person had ever performed surgery on anybody.
So now I am paranoid that this has happened again.
∗ note to myself in the past: crazy artists are trouble and you can’t even get mail there
I have been working this week redoing the wife’s bathroom. This involves constant use of a wetsaw, mortar, and lots of cement board and stone tile. I guess it is the cement board, and the constant wet, but seven of my fingertips are flaking and bleeding. I use all kinds of moisturizers and ointments, but it gets worse every day.