The Not Happy Thread

As if I wasn't anxious enough, I can't do online check in! I fly at 10.40 tomo, and it's 11.33 now. It sounds like it may be one of a few things:

1. Because my connecting flight won't leave until 14.35
2. Because the online check in is down
3. Because there is a minute error in my reservation
4. Because I have been selected for extra security
5. Because I am being given a free upgrade (I reckon this is the least likely, but it has happened to others, apparently)

 

Well, I finally managed to get onto the information page thing, but it's still adamant that I can not check in until I get to the airport! So fucking stressed about this it's unreal. All I want to do is pick a fucking seat for my long haul flight. That's all! I don't give a damn about even printing it beforehand, as I know I can do that at the airport. So now I'm stressed that there's either an error, or it's an extra security situation. If I end up crying at the airport, I'll consider that a positive. The rate I'm going atm, it'll be a full on fucking breakdown. I had a fucking wasted afternoon over this nonsense. Everything I tried to do just went utterly fucking wrong.
Got on the bus, where the seats sloped back as their default setting, and you couldn't straighten them. Then there was something screeching within the roof of the bus for the entire journey.
Tried to check in at the library, but I didn't have my reservation number. I guessed it about 20 times, got it wrong every time. Tried to get into my email, but I don't know the password anymore, cos google remembers that shit for me at home. Tried to change my email password, but the mobile number is out of date. Tried to use another email address, but same problem as the first email address (google knows the password, I've forgotten it).
Went to get some snacks for the journey tomo at tescos. Got to the checkout, and discovered after I'd paid that I didn't have any extra bags on me (which I normally always do). A member of staff offered me a paper bag, which I gratefully took. Then got outside to head home, and it being Ireland, it was fucking raining! Thankfully the bag survived the walk home.
To say that today has put me off ever booking a flight again would be about right at the moment...

 

Thank you @S A Lee, @Mark Burton @jannert @EstherMayRose and @Shenanigator! My daughter took it better than I expected, even though she is of course very upset. I've been spending most of today baking and cuddling our other two kitties, which is much better than being at work and trying not to cry all day.

 

That`s what makes this place lovely. We`re not just writers we`re a family....


god that was sappy.

My deepest sympathies for your lost. Glad to hear that your daughter took it well (as well as one can) and that you`r taking a day to yourself. Gotta let yourself heal. At least he got to have 15 great years with you.

Gotta love modern convinces. Hopefully things go more smoothly tomorrow though, and then when you touch down well...it`ll all be lovely.....yes that was meant to be a pun. It may be starting a bit rocky but it`ll be worth it and hey the bag didn`t break...that`s gotta count for something. You`ll be with the family`s crazy uncle soon enough.

 

Isn't that @matwoolf ?

 

They both are from different sides of the family though. Cave`s the slightly more lucid one.

 

Almost daily contacts with very stressing... thing X.

Normal kind of stress has variations which gives you time to recover. Then you might even have a possibility to post traumatic growth.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_growth
https://www.apa.org/monitor/2016/11/growth-trauma
http://trauma-recovery.ca/resiliency/post-traumatic-growth/

This evil kind of stress just keeps on going. It has a long, long history in my life and it has always been impossible to avoid. So my body and mind turn to some kind of constant stress mode. It stays - days and nights.

It feels like my heart goes like Ginger Baker drum solo even if I can handle contacts with emails and SMS:s.



My thinking is in very low level compared to normal. My creativity is almost zero. My ability to concentrate to anything has gone down the toilet.

And still... I pity this thing X - even if I try not to.

 

I have found a new time to write. Hours and hours of uninterrupted time. I get so much done.

It's 1:00 to 9:00 in the morning.

 

The best hours.

 

Bought feet friendly, wide shoes for this winter - which of course cost more then I normally would've spent.

My bunion totally hates them and with or without a brace at night my left foot is completely killing me.

Pain aside it's quite small, and it seems like it's not likely to be treated. Unless it's huge you're just told to get better shoes.

 

Tried to disable scripts in my web browser to increase safety again. LinkedIn wouln't load a single word of static text without full admin access to my computer, so eventually I had to white list every site I ever visited just to read plain text.

Eventually I'll get ransomware or just stop using the internet for another year.

 

Google NoScript. That's what I use. I do not fear to browse in the valley of the shadow of death, for it is with my PC.

 

A friend (not a close friend, but a friend nonetheless) was just diagnosed with cancer of the tonsils, of all things, which may have spread to his lungs. Apparently treatable, but his wife and others in her social circle are trying very hard to convince him to forgo the chemo and radiation prescribed by his doctors and heal himself with diet, worthless concoctions she finds on Facebook and the healing prayers from her Facebook friends. She even found some asshole in Detroit who calls and 'prays over him' over the phone. Poor guy will be dead by summer, thanks to the stupidity and gullibility around him.

 

I`m sorry to hear that Earp that`s terrible. Hopefully, he decides to do what he has to for himself over his wife but that`s a hard call and chemo is grueling and doesn`t always work. Still, a better option than "heal by praying" but can`t blame anyone for being scared of it. I grew up around that woo-woo nonsense and in some cases, it`s harmless and annoying but I`ve seen it do some real damage and people just don`t get that. A good diet important sure, some naturalist stuff does have benefits (though whats hocked now is so far removed from naturalism I`m referring to.) and faith....can get you through it, inspire you, etc sure but to replace you`r treatment? It`s not a good idea.

Hopefully, he`s able to figure out his own path. He`s lucky they caught it while it was treatable.

 

Because god knows that the decades of schooling and practice doctors go through are worthless compared to your 15 minutes of Google searching.

ETA: I mean, it's not even bloody scriptural, James 2:15 says:

Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.​

Sorry, people like that really infuriate me. They give all reasonable religious people a bad name just by association.

 

You must tell this friend that a wise Christian brother from Finland sends him this message:

Professional medical care is one of the Gods wonders He gives us. It is like good food, fresh water or a good marriage.

Someone is able to cook well. Someone else works professionally purifying tap water. Someone is a good spouse.

We get these wonderful things becouse someone is good at them.

Medical doctors are good at curing people. They are human beings doing the work God gave them.

God has appointed these professionals to help and heal your friend as much as is possible. Your friend should let them do they work.

And your friends wife and others should not interfere with Gods work via people God has chosen to that work!

 

Hey, thanks for that verse, btw, it fits in nicely with my WIP. Sure, the character is going to use it to justify trying to raise literal Hell on Earth, but still

 

I just saw a grocer's apostrophe in the Washington Post.

 

*Pats Ash on shoulder* It'll be OK, I promise.

But, yeah...what the hell, people? Was the copy editor asleep at the switch???

 

I was misled yesterday.

While those around me looked forwards to the romance, the magic of Valentine's Day, I waited in eager anticipation for the following day. For I had seen pictures on the Internet, stories and life hacks: rows upon rows of heart-shaped boxes of truffles, luxurious boxes of selections, and gold boxes of dark chocolate caramels, all intended for someone's beloved, but now, left over, merely taking up space on the shelves, reduced almost to nothing in a desperate attempt to get people to buy them...

Not in my supermarket. The very day after Valentines Day, they are whisked away and replaced by packets of crisps and tins of beans. Oh, the roses had been reduced all right, they were 75 fucking percent off, but not the chocolates. Not the chocolates.

I WAS LIED TO!

 

I still have the remains of a giant Toblerone if you wanted to share.