The Not Happy Thread

google it. Short answer is they are distinctly reptilian.

 

Were they the ones with the ridges between their brows or the wishbone lookin thing? I get them and those Bajoran peeps confused.

 

The Klingons are the ones with the ridges between their brow.

 

Oh, it was on their noses. Thanks, Google images.

 

Ugh. What a horrible night.

Whether due to the high pollen count, the volume of dust kicked up yesterday during clearing out, or just God's personal disdain for me, I'm congested as anything. And at half five in the morning, I've been sat downstairs watching 24hr news for the better part of an hour, because my sniffling and coughing was keeping Ash up, and one of us should get a decent night after all.

So I've been awake before dawn on a Monday morning, and I'm not even bloody working today!

 

^ That sucks.

I had trouble sleeping last night too, and sort of for the last few days, but I'm not sure why. I just couldn't get to sleep until like three/four hours later and then I was only actually asleep for four/five hours. So right now I'm still tired and I've got the day ahead of me.

 

My lover went to the OBGYN on Thursday...
Discovered that she cannot safely bear children...

I'm heartbroken.
I have the most beautiful, most loving, caring kind woman in the world.
Now we can't become one.

Wanted to bring a little Dante or a little Aberlee into this world, and give them the home, or the parents that my lover never had...

She wants them to be our children.
She wants the bond of carrying them...

Fuck life.

 

Have you ever considered adoption. I was adopted and i had a great childhood i wouldnt trade it for anything. .....

 

Seventy7, very sorry to hear that. I know adoption isn't whatr you want to think about right now, based on what you DID say. Maybe you can consider it later. But meanwhile, yeah, it really does suck. Take the time to grieve. It isn't a process you can rush.

There may be other options open to you, too, but it's too early to focus on those.

 

77: Sorry to hear about that. But there are other options. If it's that important, then the two of you should consult other specialists. Also, as Michael said, adoption is another option to consider. I have 2 sons, one whom I adopted and the other whom I had the unpleasant and uncomfortable way. I love them both equally, and they are both exceptionally cute and astute and amazingly sweet.

 

The guy who were to collect my blood for a test apparently poked some serious things with the needle and now there is a part of my arm swallowed and hurting. Is this normal?

 

It's pretty normal if the person taking the blood sample didn't hit the vein cleanly, or nicked the opposite side. Essentially, it's a small amount of bleeding under the skin, i.e. a bruise. If it worries you, call the place where your blood was drawn.

Drinking plenty of water an hour or so before a blood draw makes your veins easier to find and hit.

 

Damned, sorry 'bout that. I got bruises on both my arms because of two failed attempts at getting an IV strand put in a few years ago. The third one worked, but...really? I had to walk around with two bruised arms because they apparently didn't know how to put an IV in correctly the FIRST TIME?

At any rate, I spent way too much time outside without sunscreen, so now I have sunburn on my shoulders and nose. D8

 

IV tubes can bruise for reasons other than improper insertion. For example, an IV drip with glucose for intravenous feeding will inflame and corrode the vein after a while, requiring a move to a new site. That is one reason why, for longer treatment, a central line (a larger bore tube in one of the larger veins in the chest) is preferred, because there is less local damage.

 

I'm very sorry to hear that. Try not to rush the grieving process - you need to grieve in your own time and so will your lover. There's not much else I can say, I just hope you have support to get both of you through this.

I learnt last summer when I got an epic sunburn - my arms ended up peeling rather badly as did my face - to ALWAYS put on suncream.

And as for me... I didn't get the job I had an interview for last week. Bummer. Back to job hunting then. *sigh*

 

The water pump went out on my car. They raised my health insurance again, as well as my prescription prices. Oh! And found a 65% blockage in my one non-stinted coronary artery. I get to add a seventh...When did the right to live suddenly cost so much? Fighting the good fight is no longer enough. Wondering if I should just let my heart have its way and give up the ghost.

Not yet thirty, barely a hundred pounds, my heart failing because of severe high cholesterol. Three attacks, six stints, apheresis run every three weeks. Yes, I am mad at the world right now. Everything in the same **** utterly wretched week. I know there is much, much worse in the world, but mine seems pretty rotten at the moment. Sorry about the rant, but sometimes you just have to wonder why, all the while knowing you'll never get an answer.

In medicine there is a saying: Hear hoof beats, think horses, not zebras. I am from a family of zebras, but according to my cardiologist I am no zebra. The unicorn, he called me. Well. We all know what happened to the unicorn...And that above all else scares me like nothing else.

I like breathing, but if they keep raising prices, I won't be able to afford it anymore. I am of the 99%, but which finite sliver of that percentage, I don't know. I love life, hate politics and am being chiseled away by greed. Maybe it is Darwin, maybe something else, but mine is just another voice lost to the wind. Will I leave a footprint when I've gone, I don't know, but I hope so. Even if it is faint and fleeting, by heaven I hope so.

Again sorry for the rant, but it has been a very tough week. I'm sure others have had worse. At the moment I hate my life, but I don't want to see it end...

- Darkkin

 

Christ, that's awful Darkkin. Shit like that always makes me glad to live in the UK.

I hope things get better for you soon.

 

Wow Darkkin... that is seriously craziness.. I can't believe how frustrating or difficult that must be. I'll pray that things get better for you. I couldn't imagine losing you. I don't know you that well but you do have a way of impacting people here. So I would say never give up on life until you've lived all you can. God is the healer, there's no telling what he can do for you

As for me, my only gripes are that I've been so enthralled in all thats been going on I haven't been to the gym in a while... Starting to lose my athletic build already ha ha and that I'll be getting my last two wisdom teeth pulled soon. Had the first two pulled one at a time and it was bad enough but idk how I'll be able to handle these two being pulled... Guess I better stalk up on Ramen Noodles and interesting books

 

Why is editing so hard?

 

Don't apologize, all of that is terrible. I really hope things get better for you. *e-hug*

 

Oh, Darkkin -- I'm so sorry to hear all this! Sending good thoughts your way.

 

I have running water, food in the fridge, electricity, a wealth of information at my fingertips, a stable government running the country, decent health, a job, and I attend university... my life is too cluttered, waaaah!

 

Editing is merely a flesh wound, bleeding a story stained in red ink.

 

So I'm playing Pikmin 2, right? Got myself an army of 90 red Pikmin and 5 purple ones. I'm at the final floor of a cave and I find a giant slug creature next to a gyser that will send me back to the surface. What do I do? Attack the slug, and all of my pikmin die. The gyser was right there, but I chose to fight something I probably had no buisness fighting at that point.

I...I'm a horrible gamer. Not in that I die a lot, but I take the companions of the PC for granted, sicing them on enemies without a care in the world. This game, after witnessing my pikmin get slaughtered, made me feel like a bastard. I think this is the first videogame I've played that made me feel this way.

Well, that's my not-happy for today.

 

Friends, eh?

A while back I asked one whether I should ask this one girl out. "Nah mate," he says, "she's a nice girl and everything but you can do better. Don't do it." He also called her ugly, fat, butters, etc. I didn't ask her out, based on his advice. So, she starts seeing someone, the ship sailed. I'm still convinced at this point that he was telling me the truth. Then, at the prom tonight, they start playing five-set tonsil tennis right in front of me, Sharapova grunts and everything. Would have called him out there and then, had his girlfriend not been less than twenty feet away. Thinking about what they've said, I reckon he was lying to my face all along, because he just wanted to get with her.

Now I have to choose between letting it slide, which I do not want to do (only reason this stuff happens in the first place is because I let things slide too easily) or call him out on it, which could wreck his relationship. And I don't want to do that either. Alternatively I could just pretend it never happened and, at our scheduled paintball session next week, shoot seven bells out of him. Hmm...