The Not Happy Thread

I thought I was going to choke to death tonight on one of my pills. Luckily as I coughed on it, it broke up and some spewed out as I coughed while the rest is now coating my throat. Talk about scary!

 

Geez, that's scary. I'm glad that you're ok!

 

Yay...another manic episode already. I've been up somewhere around 40 hours so far. I wish I could give the disability judge that turned me down a big sack of fecal matter!

 

Just got back from the chiropractor. He ordered an x-ray for Monday...just the first step towards my back surgery. I'm guessing I'll be getting cut up by March.

 

Seriously? Just, seriously?

Why does all this crap keep happening? Worse yet, why do I care?

 

And I never got my goddamned Coke either. The one thing I really needed....

 

For the people that are reading this, I'm OK. I mean, I'm not going to jump out a window or anything. I'm listening to Taylor Swift. Most problems of mine can be lessened by listening to Taylor Swift.

 

Interesting. A Swift kick in the melancholy?

 

Lol, that's funny! Seriously though, listening to either a.) Taylor Swift or b.) songs like Love Like Woe/Check Yes Juliet really gets me out of a sad spot. I realize that I react to minor crap the way most girls would react to a major breakup, but when I found out that my crush was going to a different high school than me, I was only mildly sad. I'm weird that way.

 

Look around. Not everyone reacts the way you would expect to a particular event. Hell, half the time, people surprise themselves by how they react. That is, they do if they are paying attention to their feelings, and not just walking through an unwritten script.

You feel what you feel.

 

Look, you're not only good at puns, you're good at people's emotions!

 

Why would a chiropractor (a medical field that rejects drugs and surgery) be ordering X-rays for a surgery?

 

I'm glad you said that. Some guy shot himself in the park behind my house last night and it's such a shame. His wife called the police who hunted for the guy all night with helicopters and blocking off the streets. He shot at the police or they think he did when shots were fired. In the morning with daylight they found his body.

 

For a couple of reasons.

1. To see how bad some of my vertebrae are screwed up due to me having herniated and bulging discs. He doesn't want to work on spots that he might do more harm than good.

2. To see what is going on with my hips and why they keep popping out of place. Which might be the cause of my entire right leg going numb all the time.

 

Just had a front row seat for a huge fight between my fiance and my future in-laws. Wedding is in 5 days. God I hope they patch things up before then, this could be ugly.

 

Uh-oh, hopefully things get sorted out! Remember guys, it's your day, not your parents or in-laws!

But that's good, right? At least they're willing to cut you up... I know people with similar ailments, and doctors don't want to touch them with a knife unless the patient has lost all mobility...

 

Nah, wasn't that kind of pre-wedding fight. But it escalated and now half his family was dragged into it right in front of my own parents. :/

 

Well, if it doesn't cool down, you could always set up a fight cage in the center of the reception hall, and sell tickets.

- I. B. Twisted

 

Can you imagine the scrum for the bouquet?

 

@Wyr, hope things work out eventually. KaTrian and I were worried something like that might happen between our families when we were about to get married, so we decided that if they couldn't get along, we'd elope and have the best eloping wedding ever. Luckily both our families behaved very nicely, against all odds and expectations...

 

@Cogito and @Lewdog, thanks for the laugh guys, I needed it.

@T.Trian I don't think eloping would be a good idea in this case seeing as my parents flew in from another hemisphere to attend and they really haven't done anything except get really embarrassed by having to sit in a room with a bunch of people arguing. I keep wanting to patch things up between him and his mom but it seems like anything I say or do will make things worse, and now his whole family is taking sides. Ugh, I don't need this much drama in my life.

 

You could explain to your parents it's a cultural thing.

 

The middle finger in my leftie resembles a sausage as it's virtually unusable at this point, and the ring finger is stiff and doesn't bend too well. Makes typing a friggin adventure -- just when I should be writing my Master's Thesis and comprising web materials for my teaching groups.

Word to the wise: don't catch a kick if you aren't wearing gloves.

Suppose writing here won't help, but I'm hoping the more I type, the better and faster I get with just 8 fingers

 

Or catch the kick with the momentum rather than against it,

Are you sure that's what you were doing with the tallest finger?

 

Ironically, my finger might've been fine if it weren't for the shin guard. Unsurprisingly, it happened right towards the end of the round, when you're tired and start getting sloppy. I'm not sure what exactly happened, I was supposed to catch it, but then just banged the fingers against the guard. * facepalm * Even more ironically, I was adamant about not doing anything with my hands 'cause I wanted to spare a busted wrist, but sometimes instincts take over...