i'm finally getting over this sinus infection, but it's still in the miserable stages where i should be eating more, but my stomach is upset, partly because of the antibiotic and because I haven't been eating. it's a vicious cycle, because either way I just don't want to eat, but it should be happening. Also, I've had to call in sick for the past two weeks and going stir-crazy is a thing. Though, I generally feel too awful to go anywhere. I have such resentment issues that there's really no resolution to other than to learn from the experience. But I'm not sure I'm actually learning from the experience. Some of it is conditioned behavior issues. It is very hard for me stand up for myself, and i've gotten better, but I can't fix it overnight. Secondly, there is a giant can of worms called academia. I'm going to leave that can closed for now, but I have plenty of beef to serve with it. The writing sucks. I have too many ideas and I haven't been able to stick with one. Sorry, there is not cheese to go with this wine, but you have my wine and my thanks.
Feeling very down and sorry for myself, which in turn is making me even more annoyed at myself. I fell on the weekend, I've badly bruised my ribs so in a lot of pain and whenever I sneeze I feel like I want to cry (lol!), and add into that the issue that I'm not sure if the new role I landed and loved to start, is for me. I'm really not an office person, but have no skills to do anything else, so I feel trapped working here each day to pay the mortgage... Sorry, having a very moping moan!
No, go ahead, moan away. That's what this thread is for. Have a hug - only a very careful one so I don't hurt your ribs!
Well (expletive). Just found out my old boss has passed. I know he used to give me crap about my political leaning as a left wing socialist liberal, and made fun of my hearing impairment... This really, still, freaking sucks!!! I suppose that's how Death works, it reminds you that no matter what, we all go to the great realm beyond...whatever that might be. RIP, you salty bastard. May you win all the golfing tournaments possible up there...
Reminds me of a line from Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey; 'No matter if you're a king or a lowly street sweeper, sooner or later you'll dance with the Grim Reaper'.
I was up till 2am making food for my wife to take for a Thanksgiving potluck at work. Oh, and it was at 10:30 last night that she told me she needed to bring something.
Dude, didn't he just retire like a month ago? Had he been sick or was it sudden? I feel your pain @Millamber. I threw my back out last week, missed six days of work, couldn't walk for three, couldn't poop for five because of meds, couldn't sleep, couldn't get my socks on, had to eat without lifting my head... core injuries really fucking suck.
That really sucks mate. A stark reminder of the fragility of life! I hope you're holding up! Ach - It sucks right! What did you do to get yours sorted? Like you, I struggled to sleep last night, so I've decided to break a rule of no mid-week drinking, and come home from work, taken some painkillers, anti-inflammatories and I'm now washing them down with a large whiskey! Be gone rib pain!
A valium and opioid IV at the ER followed by a pack of prednisone, muscle relaxers, and a sacrum back adjustment... no drinking for 8 days. Had a scotch last night and felt like an astronaut. Weed helps a little bit for pain but does nothing for the core inflammation. Rib injuries are different though... backs are a convoluted mass of muscles that connect everywhere.
Ribs are bitch though because you have to move them every time you breathe - I had a torn intercostal muscle (that is the muscle between the ribs) a while back and it hurt like was being stabbed* every time I took a breath, for months (*and that's not empty hyperbole Ive been stabbed, I know what it feels like)
Yeah ribs suck. Nothing they can do for them... can't breathe, turn, or cock an eyebrow without it hurting.
I remember that a few years back I had costochondritis, an inflammation of the ribcage, and like you say, its like you've been stbabed in the ribs, so sore. The doctor was like 'It's similar to being kicked in the ribs by a horse'.... and i replied with near tears in my eye sounded 12 as my voice was so high pitches 'yes, i'm aware'... I shall stick to plenty of pain killers and anti-inflammatories.
I have two destructive tendencies at the moment: The first, to break crap. Throw eggs as hard as I can. Stomp on CD cases. Smash mirrors & Christmas ornaments & anything particularly fragile within my vicinity. The second is to step out into traffic. I got the apartment I wanted—except I didn't have my phone on me for 20 minutes and in that time they offered it to someone else & received their deposit. I'm kinda just done.
Sorry. With all the stress of moving, the new job, my obaachan in assisted living for the couple weeks the ranch house was under construction for her & my mother was in China, my obaachan not doing well in assisted living, my cat getting injured, my parents business being way down right as I'm ditching them, and a thousand other little things, the apartment mishap was just the final straw. I swear I'm not usually so melodramatic. I'm fine now. Like, I'm still upset, but proportionately so.
Merry X-mas. (Sent from the Blood Angels). Also don't play in traffic, that is bad, mmkay? Be safe and I hope you feel better.
So I've got to be slightly vague, sorry, but I need to vent. There's an administrative war going on at my workplace, the main bit being there's a push to "merge" my department with another one. The result of said merger would be that our department name would be added to their placard, and our jobs would vanish into oblivion. Obviously, I'm against this, and unfortunately, I'm in no position to do anything but keep showing up and doing my job as best as I can to reinforce the idea that we're an asset to the school. And now one of my coworkers has gone and done something monumentally stupid, and the various management levels are... ...looking for a big enough rug to sweep it under. Which will give more ammunition to the people who say that we aren't an asset, if they notice that lump in the rug. It's much more complicated than all of that, but it just leaves me feeling like: Plus, I saw It last week and Spoiler: moderate spoiler I can't get that damn broken forearm out of my head, I keep feeling this weird ache in my arms like it's going to happen to me.
Ouch Iain. I sure hope that everything will pan out in the long run (and I feel inanely stupid not to be able to offer more).