The Not Happy Thread

yeah, they are the worst, dude lol.

السلام عليكم

 

I agree. I've done it before, and boy, do I regret it. It's no wonder I got sick of some of my projects as I kept having to re-invent the wheel, so to speak.

Put it in a safe place in your home, away from constant sight and do something you want. That way, years from now, if you wanted to go back to the old project, you can retrieve it.

 

And peace be upon you, friend.

 

Got a voicemail from my sister telling me my dad is dying, stage 4 lung cancer...Can't say this comes as a surprise, the man smoked like chimney for years, but still a hell of a thing to find out about in a message.

Still not quite sure how I feel about this, and can't help but wonder if there is something off with me because I'm not more upset. True, my dad was by definition borderline deadbeat, but not all of it was bad. There are some good memories in with the bad.

I've dealt with the death of a loved one before, relatives I truly miss, namely my grandparents. That kind of pain I know and understand, but to have a parent who is terminal...Well, whole different ball of wax. At the moment it doesn't seem real like the first few minutes after a traumatic scare or an accident. When does reality return?

 

This sort of thing happened to me at the end of 2008. I knew my Dad's health wasn't good, but I didn't know it was as bad as it turned out to be. (I was in Los Angeles, and my Dad and my sister lived in Toronto. I was out of the loop.) My sister called and said that if I wanted to have any last words with Dad, I'd better come to Toronto RIGHT NOW. I dropped everything and went. He was pretty far gone when I got there - he was suffering from melanoma, and it had metastasized to just about everywhere in his body, including his brain. He was almost unable to complete sentences when I saw him last.

During my entire last visit to him, which lasted for a few hours a day over four or five days, he never once called me by name. That hurt - I'd waited too long.

 

I like this thread, I am glad some people can get it off their chest and feel better by just saying stuff on here.

 

Just got back from the vet to have my cat put down. She was pretty much fine around Thanksgiving and went downhill the last two months, and especially the last three weeks or so. Primarily, I feel sad, because I wasn't as good of a cat-mom to her as I was to my previous cat. I got her a few weeks after my especially-beloved cat passed away 8 years ago. But I never felt the same closeness, and with two kids I felt like I never gave her the time she really deserved. I wasn't expecting to lose her yet, though. My dog has congestive heart failure, but she's hanging in there. I wasn't expecting to lose the cat before this dog. She was 13, which isn't super-old for a cat -- my previous cat was 18.

 

That's tough, Liz. My heart goes out to you.

 

I know how it feels Liz. I'm deeply sorry.

 

Thanks, Cog and MC. It's odd to be cat-less. So far, my dog is hanging in there. I know my kids will be very upset when she goes. Last year we weren't sure she'd make her 16th birthday, which we consider June 1, as she was collapsing almost every day. But she's been on 3 drugs and is doing pretty well. She'll be 17 in a few months, and I'm amazed at how well she's doing, since we really didn't think she'd make it through 2012.

 

One thing that annoys me is commercials on TV about toilet paper, as they talk about being clean.

It's too much information for me.

 

urgh... all the work i done the past month or so in the company gone to waste ( i work as a sales agent/contact person/translator for a company that organizes fairs and been sending invitations and negotiating with companies from everywhere to come and exhibit and telling them they can apply on our webpage, a month ago i tested the application and saw it didnt work well as i couldnt know if the request was added properly and no way for me to know if a company applied by it, i told the boss about it and he said not to worry about it their is another location were i have no access to were it can be seen, so i took it off my mind and didnt give it another thought... just to be told today that the application really does'nt work and we have no way now to find out if anyone applied to it >.>

 

Finally got called for a job interview, just to discover it was a con to get me to pay fifteen hundred euros in advance for a qualification, no employment guarantee.

I'm angry.

 

Trying to potty train my three year old son this weekend and I'm ready to end it all. I am so freaking sick of cleaning up urine!!!! Between him and the dog, I'm up to my eyeballs in the stuff.

If I just leave him in diapers, I suppose I won't have to worry about him becoming a teen dad. I'm very tempted to go that route.

 

Get used to the urine, that will surround the area of the toilet well into the teen years. Even when they learn to aim, they are easily distracted.

Just pray that he learns quickly that the crap goes in the toilet and nowhere else. And that he stays regular.

 

When he learns to pee his name in the snow, but still misses the toilet, have a talk with him.

 

There's a certain teacher of mine that I just find myself despising more and more lately. Not for anything big, and she's actually nice most of the time, but everything about her recently just sets my teeth on edge. The slow and meticulous way she speaks, the things she does and says in class, it's like a thousand minor annoyances popping up all at once, and for some reason it's like her voice has become a nail on a chalkboard to me. Eesh.

 

Been there before many times.

 

I got upgraded...My cardiac myopathy, that is, from mild to moderate...

 

I was gonna complain about not being able to lose weight, but that doesn't even compare to a lot of problems here. I'm sorry guys.

 

The sad, sad girl

My keypad is wet with tears, as I write. I lost my mother a few months ago. Within minutes of being told she had passed- I had been fast on my way there. I was there every day for the weeks, she fought her useless battle with a pending and miserable death. She was 95, with crippling dementia. As I entered her room, I climbed into her lonely bed, held and hugged her familiar body and felt the warmth of her life, slowly leave her aged body. I bawled myself sick, and until, the chilling angel of death carried her away, and she was finally cold.

Eight months later, my baby brother was hospitalized for a trivial matter. As I left his room, I tweaked his hospital socked toes, blew a kiss, and assured him of my presence the following morning.
That midnight, I received a shocking and unbearably bloody call, that he had gone into cardiac arrest, aspirated and had died. This doctor must have the wrong number, as I primally screamed- nooooo- in my living, quaking nightmare. No. It was he, and he was gone. The following morning, I made a startling, almost insane request, that his liver be donated, with an oath that I, in my own demise, would offer the same. Together, we would be heroes, that we might pass on the gift of life, to some one else, fighting to live. I had decided in his death, that if I would accept an organ in order to live, I would give one.
It really IS a far, far better thing that I have ever done. Noble and selfless, deeds were born of his death.
Along with my undying love, it was all he left. If someone is alive tonight b/c proud of my own strength and decision, I am at peace. Yes, I am tormented from his leaving me, yet knowing well, it wasn't of his choosing. He was the kindest guy I've ever met, and he'd be proud of me, as I always was of him. I'm still crying, but I'm going on..

 

Really upset and distressed at the moment as recently I separated from my partner of 15 years and she has now denied me seeing my daughter for the last 3 weeks.

She claimed that she wanted to get back together but was not prepared to come back home to work things out as, and I am not lying here, she wanted me to change, stop seeing my parents with our daughter as she has never gotten on with them and be happy that even though I work and she doesn't, to do all the cooking, cleaning etc.

On weekends I would always get up early with Summer, so that my ex could have a break, take her out to see friends and family, to the park etc, but now I am being told that I was a useless father who wanted nothing to do with our daughter.

Up until last week she still claimed that she wanted to get back together, then out of the blue I was called by the CSA yesterday, asking for all my financial details so that maintenance payments could start. This was very upsetting as I have never made Summer go without and although I have not made regular payments I had made it clear that whenever my ex required money for things for Summer to contact me and I always transferred the required amount into her account.

To date I have actually given her more than she would technically be entitled to.

But what is more distressing is by going down this route, it seems that she is preventing me from having my daughter stay with me for the main purpose to obtain more maintenance.

I have contacted a solicitor and I have been informed that a mediator has contacted my ex, but so far I have had no contact from anyone and do not know if anything is progressing.

I have asked to see my daughter once a week for a meal and then every other weekend have her stay with me, Friday, Saturday, taking her back on Sunday and also to have her for 10 out of my 20 days holiday a year. I do not see this as unreasonable, but she claims I am trying to take her daughter away from her, which I would never do.

Also, she has complained to me that she cannot afford mediator costs or court costs and when I explain that she could sort all this out amicably as I have suggested previously which would cost us nothing, she tells me I am being unreasonable, trying to manipulate her into getting what I want and undermining her as a mother.

Needless to say I am upset, frustrated, depressed and on top it is affecting my diabetes.

Not posting this to garner sympathy, although if anyone has gone through anything similar any advice would be gratefully received, I just mainly had to get it off of my chest.

Thanks and rant over

 

I am losing too much weight and the grass is not greener on the other side. It sucks. 98lbs and I'm not short or tall. It's just a bad way to have to climb out of your strength to get to sleep.

 

You just scared me, and the last time that happened was in 1981.

If you are losing weight, you're unhappy and openly admit it here or anywhere else, please go see your family doctor. I know, I've been there.

There are going to be stresses aand strains in anyone's life. They might seem insurmountable. But they are transient, and sometimes they require help from others.

My computer is seldom off. You can PM me if further public discussion troubles you. I will pray for you.