The Not Happy Thread

@Cave Troll

That comment is not appropriate. I think you should delete it :S

 

There are you happy now?

I guess I shouldn't talk ill of the woman who ripped my heart out.
I am sorry I am still hurting, and she is having a grand old time.

 

Look, I saved you.

 

Yeah I guess that question I posed could have been
a bit inflammatory to some.
Sorry, My ex called me this afternoon to ask about
something else, but she has a way of rubbing my
nose in the fact that she is happy knowing it will
be akin to pressing my face into a grinder wheel.

 

This has seriously been the most supremely weird night.... I can't even begin to explain how much has happened since my last post. I'm so confused right now. lol

 

You can try

 

Love that! I imagine she struggled to refrain from calling you after that, just to show how much she wasn't obsessed with you

 

I think my little girl Shih-Tzu has breast and/or ovarian cancer.
On part of her belly it has swelled up with something, and a hard
odd mass can be felt floating around inside. She doesn't seem to
be bothered by it, but the hard lumpy mass has gotten bigger
that it was 6 months ago.

(Troubles of a boy and his dog.)

 

Get her to the vet! Find out for sure, and hopefully find out that it's either treatable or something less serious than cancer.

 

Times are changing, lots of normal young people use dating apps these days.

 

Met my boyfriend there and he's pretty cool ^^
Plus, my parents met via a lonely hearts section in a newspaper which is very similar.

 

3 pages left till my WIP first draft is done. Sadly, reading my outline and turning it into a story is starting to cause physical pain.

 

I hate it when the rhythm won't come and every sentence needs to be chiseled out of a thesaurus.

 

It's even worse than that. I have some sort of deepseated fear of completing anything. The further I get into a WIP the more my fight or flight response starts to act up.

I am making progress with it though, a while back whenever I got too far in my writing, I'd start sweating and have to go take a dump. Really glad I'm past that.

ETA: I might have just overshared. Please ignore the above

 

I talk to my mother nearly every day. I go into each phone call with an anticipation of a normal conversation, instead of the boring and detailed monologue of her day that she force feeds me. Sometimes she asks what's up with me--trying to be polite before launching into where she ate lunch and the five different products they put on her face for the facial. The undying expectation of her actually being interested in me and my child is slowly convincing me I'm mentally retarded.

 

Oh joy, I now get to give myself injections once a week. Pills weren't working and the new med requires it to be injected.

 

Yeah and it's a good thing. Pharmacy didn't dispense any syringes or a sharps container with the med. I could have asked so I imagine other patients would have, but as an NP, I always notice crappy patient care.

 

That seems strange that they would not dispense at least syringes for an
inject-able med. Never heard of them giving out sharps containers though.
Anywho, that does not sound like much fun overall.

Take it easy, and I hope it all works out.

 

First injection, meh, it wasn't too bad.

I am contemplating a letter to the pharmacy director though about the disconnect.

Re the sharps container, it depends on the county because hazardous regs differ by county in this state.

Example: Don't Needle Your Garbage Collector

 

You can order a sharps container off amazon, or somewhere else. If you have too.

 

Fortunately for me, I have syringes and sharps containers as part of my business. I give thousands of injections every year to employees at other people's places of business like fire departments and outpatient surgery centers. Have vaccines, will travel.