The Not Happy Thread

Would do, but I kind of need the format I'm working in. When I have the time I might start trying different word processors, but for now I haven't the chance to familiarise myself with how to format court documents (mock, granted) on a different application.

For other docs, however, I might just do that.

 

My internet connection is role playing with me, and is pretending it's a former version of itself. A 1994 version. Where DL = single digit KBPS.

Screw you internet!

 

Bwah-hahaha!

You're hilarious, sir!

 

Truth usually is.

Wow, the pixels are past her neck now. Awesome.

 

I hate insomnia. I am not happy.

 

I have to get my first rib removed. Any idea how long I'll be cursing the surgeon's name afterward?

 

Is he trying to make a woman?

 

One can only hope.

 

And there's me having spare ribs tonight. Gruesome thought all of a sudden

Seriously, though, what's that about? Slightly unusual.

As for me, my mood has just been significantly improved by writing to my dissertation tutor promising him 5,000 words in 3 weeks. I haven't written anything yet!

 

I'm always terrified when I let someone into that small little window of my life. FEAR: STOP DO NOT PASS GO! DO NOT COLLECT $200.

 

Trust me I know the feeling.

 

I have a major vein (don't remember what it's called) caught between that rib and my collarbone. It's being pinched and cutting off blood flow, and I've even had a clot there already. That's how I found out there was a problem--my entire arm randomly went purple and swollen. The clot's gone and I'm on blood thinner medication to keep another from forming, but the problem is still there. I can't very well operate without the vein or the collarbone, so it's the rib that has to go. Once it's gone, I should be laughing. Right after I'm done cursing the surgeon's name.

Doc says this happens mostly to athletes who do repetitive arm motions, like pitchers and whatnot. But wouldn't you know it, I'm not an athlete.

 

Today my Cold is kicking my butt all over the place. Last night I went to bed feeling like crap and then I woke up at 9:00 AM and I was freezing. Also felt like I had been out much longer then I really was. Gathered my blankets and went back to sleep. Woke up maybe and hour later, still freezing and having a weird dream. went back to bed and woke up I think again or maybe it was just three times. either way I feel beyond crap. Still a bit cold, tired, my throat is sore, and all that fun stuff.

So now I decided to not try to sleep and be a zombie all day. Good stuff.

 

Tylenol and pop not curing my headache.

 

Why would pop help? Unless your Pop is a Doc.

 

sleep and drink more water than usual, after 24 hours you will be fine..

 

Sorry about everyone's sicknesses/frustrations. :/

I think that might be part of it. It's always bad, but it's been particularly horrible the last couple weeks. Don't know why it would wait until I was a month and a half into derby to rear its ugly head...maybe that means my stance is improving.

I'm thinking I'm going to go to the doctor after Joel and I get back from our cruise to see if they think I should get my stomach scoped out (I was supposed to get checked for ulcers way back in the day, but my old doctor said "we'll try this medication and if it doesn't work, we'll get your stomach scoped" every time I went to see him...been on like four different medications, never had my stomach scoped) or, if not, to get back on medication. While I'm there, I'll probably hit them up about my myriad of other health problems, since my lady doctor was useless when I saw him about them.

 

I'm glad people beyond upstate NY call "soda" by its rightful title: Pop.

 

"Pop" or "soda" can help a headache because caffeine affect the constriction of blood vessels which can have an effect on headaches especially migraines.

I am not too pleased because I found out today that I only get to work one day next week. My husband brought up the importance of me needing "a real job." I am terrified of job hunting and working in an office again. I know we need the money, but I don't know if my anxiety issues can handle working again. My hand shakes at hte prospect.

 

Instead of studying for a psychology test I have tomorrow, I'm playing around on the internet. I'm so lazy today....

 

After Yesterday I feel like I could run a marathon! Well sorta. My sleep last night was nonexistant. I'd sleep for a few minutes and then wake up... sleep for a few minutes and then wake up. I think the longest I actually slept may have been 30 minutes and before I decided to just stay up an hour. Sorta had a mental breakdown haflway through the night. I just wanted to cry and scream 'Just let me sleep!'

Good times.

 

I'm loving the irony there. Talk about a role reversal. I remember when you were the one making all the money, trying to get your hubs into employment. Life is funny that way.

Good luck Mina, I'm sure you'll find something. What about working in a literary agency, or something to do with writing? Maybe this is your chance to start fresh.

 

I hear ya. Though when I have trouble sleeping I just don't worry about it. I think "It's just sleep and after today I'll probably sleep like a baby."

I'm a little annoyed because we can't agree on a band name. At least one member always has a problem with whatever name someone else suggests.
This has been happening for months and it's getting old.

 

^You could call yourselves Owl City. That sounds really familiar, though, is there already a band by that name?

 

You can go jump right off a cliff, Heather!