I wonder if that will cause carpal tunnel syndrome later on? That sucks, tho. Sorry…
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Ow. That makes my own bike mishap a few weeks ago pale in comparison. I was out a bit after sunset and didn’t notice a pothole, and hit it awkwardly enough to almost go down. In recovering from that, I jammed my right arm and shoulder enough for it to hurt when swinging it back while walking. After a week it finally subsided, but there’s still a wee bit of tendinitis right where my bicep hooks to my elbow.
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I cracked a rib or two back in 2012. They started hurting again this week. I guess they didn’t heal properly.
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That’s happened to me. It was a couple months of long painful recovery.
Then I yawned or stretched or something, and it was another couple months of long painful recovery.
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started the day dumping my cup of coffee all over myself and grilling station at work. So not only did I look and feel like a fool; but then had to stand there like an idiot while the kitchen staff got yellow floor signs and a mop to clean it up.
So I started my day as a clumsy oaf AND that asshole.
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This is how serious the situation is today (fridge and drinking water). No cat litter image, cuz cat litter. 
At least it was a good time to defrost…
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I escaped the eviction with what I could carry, then squatted in the Council offices until they found me some temporary accommodation. Which they did, in the next town over, a bed & breakfast/boarding house/hotel for indigents such as myself.
The temporary is in the process of being made permanent, which will move me from the lists of formally ‘homeless’ to… whatever the next step up is.
It’s not too bad here; though the place has a bit of a reputation, the present landlady is strict with alcoholics, arsonists and other such folk that get placed here, and they don’t stay for long if they don’t sort themselves out. (She doesn’t seem to mind me.)
The downside is that the guests are all male, and it seems like half of them are utterly incompetent at any form of housekeeping. And somebody keeps nicking food from the fridge.
It was a great relief to have the threat of eviction fulfilled, and to get away from my ex-landlord, really, and I feel surprisingly okay. The worst has happened, but I feel kind of free, now. Or it could be the antidepressants.
My clapped-out old iBook doesn’t like the wifi here, so my web-presence has been a bit spotty and might be for a while yet. But I’m still around.
Thank you for asking, and thank you for caring enough to ask.
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Good to hear you have shelter.
I was in a similar position a few years back, and endured similar circumstances in a Salvation Army shelter for a while until moving into an apartment of my own.
Still, it didn’t last long and now I’m out in Tijuana for economic reasons.
If the US health system would have just let me have my Prednisone on the regular 10 years ago until I could afford surgery, many of my current problems could have been avoided.
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Oh I’m glad to hear that you have a roof over your head. I have been thinking of you all along, though at the same time I didn’t want to pry… I think many people here do care, and will be glad to hear that you’re surviving.
It’s been many years since I moved to a different town, but I remember how much energy it took just to learn how to get around town, where to go to get groceries, etc.
It’s interesting to me that you say that you feel okay and even kind of free, now. Sometimes I think about: what if I came home to find that the house had burned down while I was gone—what would I do, how would I react? I think part of me would feel relief to be free of much of my stuff/belongings, but I know part of me would be very stressed by the whole thing. Worst I think would be losing important paperwork—but I assume (hope) you were able to take your most important paperwork and such with you.
Thanks for replying. I’m glad you are surviving, and still around the bbs too.
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Woo just a replacement of the power switch and my lappy got a good cleaning out.
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Good to hear it wasn’t more serious!
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well $99 for parts and labor is way cheaper than a new machine.
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As fuck today goes, small potatoes, but headed home from a great vaca with the kids and headed back to real life. Sigh. Daughter graduates from college next year, youngest just graduated from high school, MIL is 85. Hitting home that we won’t be together like this very often in future. In the oven that is the East coast now, the beach is the only place to be!
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If the last 21 d of Ciprofloxacin didn’t kill all the stuff which is bugging me in my body, I’m pretty screwed. If I will test positive for Borelliosis in four to six weeks time, I am either screwed because the Borellia survived, or I got endemic Treponema. Which would be a massive gamechanger, so fuck my mood for the next 7 weeks at least.
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I took a picture of this magazine rack, yesterday (August 4, 2019) at the HEB grocery store in southwest Austin.
Let the record show that the shooter from Dallas, who drove to El Paso to kill people, is part of a larger culture–a gun culture that has taken a hard-right swerve decades ago–that surrounds every Texan living, working, going to school, going to church, singing, dancing, playing and dying in The Lone Star state.
ETA: grammar
ETA2: link re-tagged
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An embuggerance rather than a catastrophe. I diligently spent Saturday moving crap and my workbench in the garage to make space for a car (novel, I know). Solid rains on Sunday, an overflowing gutter and the ceiling came close to collapsing. Now being held up by props, and the plumber says “best not to go in there at all if you can help it.”
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Liked for “Embuggerance”
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On a sliding scale, it’s about 60% of the way along between “tickety-boo” and “clusterfuck”.
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Fuck last Thursday. Had a job interview, knew all other people which where interviewed. Not only I didn’t get the job - a permanent position, no less - but I am under the impression the decision was purely strategic.
Fuck my skills, all my efforts and my knowledge. I spend years and years to cultivate those, and all is for naught because nobody ever fucking cares.
ETA: gonna make an appointment for blood tests next week, if possible. Whatever comes out of this, I don’t really care ATM. Sick leave for the rest of my life would at least clear me of this frustrating job insecurity. I’m too old for that shit, but not adult enough it seems to play the game accordingly.
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Aw man… that sucks. I feel you about the job market too. I’m really sorry.
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