The Not Happy Thread

I'd be scared of flying, too, if I had to fly in a Smartie tube. I use airplanes - they're designed to fly, and they do a damn good job of it. And the sky does a damn good job of being the sky, and the 50,000 feet is world-class when it comes to being 50,000 feet. So everything is As It Should Be. Get some sleep - it'll be hours before you arrive.

 

Yes, just to continue @minstrel's logic ... and mountains do a great job of putting everyone's face through the back of their head when you hit them at 45omph

 

So my viral cold turns into a bacterial sinus infection. I cough all night long, go in to the rapid care clinic to get an antibiotic. First you have to convince people you know it's a secondary infection. The recommendation is to actually wait 10 days before prescribing an antibiotic.

I come prepared, I say I've had it for 10 days and it got better then got worse. That second part is true and also a sign of a secondary infection.

But I'm on a drug that interacts with the first line antibiotics so the PA gives me a piss-poor alternative. I wasn't prepared for that so I take her word for it being the right drug, go home take the drug for 24 hours, spend another night coughing all night long. In the morning I'm worse, not better.

So I do some more research, find out the drug is not recommended for sinus infection because it doesn't cover typical organisms. I find one of the first line drugs and a different second line drug really only interact with the med I'm on to maybe require dosage adjustments.

So I go back to the rapid care, this time prepared, tell them which drug I should be on, discuss drug interactions, get a prescription for a better drug choice and go to the pharmacy, where the pharmacist tries to tell me I needed to wait more than 24 hours to know if the first antibiotic was working.

No, you should at least be the same, certainly not worse. But I was prepared. I rattled off the organisms the first drug didn't cover. She thinks I had a culture done (I didn't) and I nodded.

If one had gone by the recommendations which are meant to decrease overuse of antibiotics, a noble cause, I would have had to have been sick 10 days including coughing all night long for three of those, then taken the wrong antibiotic for three more days of coughing all night before someone gave me the right drug. There needs to be a happy medium.

 

@GingerCoffee - couldn't you have just had a bowl of chicken soup instead?

 

I came into work early this morning (4 AM, to be precise) only to find out they didn't need me...but there was no point in going back home by then, so here I am, nearing the end of a 12 hour day, and I swear, these last 2 hours have stretched into forever.

 

I used to be scared of flying too. Then my hubby told me there's nothing I can do if the plane starts falling, so why worry, you're gonna be dead anyway. Against all odds that helped. I also tend to remind myself that things could be worse. I could be a fighter pilot being chased by a missile.

 

I'm not afraid of flying because I know that the chances of being seriously injured in a plane crash are very low when compared to other transport accidents. Most (not all, but most) of them tend to be zero-sum games, either everyone is just a little shaken up, bumps and bruises sort of thing, or there are no survivors. Car accidents, on the other hand, involve all sorts of broken glass in eyeballs, amputations on site by the medics to free you before the fire gets to you, joints relocated to new and exotic locations within your body....

Plane vs. mountain: red jelly.

Spoiler: JAL 123

Per Wikipedia:

 

im not sure that would work with me. In a fatal car crash it's a case of 'Arghh!! We're going to cra.....' Dead. Dropping from 50,000 feet it's more a case of take out your pen, ask the stewardess for a piece of paper and write out you LWaT.

 

I'd probably faint if the plane started falling fast. Or my head would explode. I'm really sensitive to changes in pressure.

 

For some reason, even with online tutorials and diagrams, I can't figure out how to successfully tie a bow-tie. I've got an event coming up and it's a classy enough affair that a clip on wouldn't be a good idea.

 

How soon is the event? Do you have time to get help from a friend in person?

 

Bow ties are sort of a rarity where I'm at, black tie events are even rarer and most people I know don't know even how to tie a regular tie. Though I'm fairly certain that my problem is mostly because of my stupid, uncoordinated meat hooks.

 

Why can you never find a stewardess when you want one?

 

If you have a suit merchant (like Men's Wearhouse or another tailor) nearby, you might ask them for help. I learned how to tie a regular tie in a panic on homecoming night by stopping into a tailor who took pity on me. He even tied a spare on himself, barely loosened it, and gave it to me in case the first one came undone; the first was a slippery satin deal that didn't want to hold its knot.

Some bow ties are also preformed on straps designed to go around the neck under the collar. They're classier than clip-ons, and might be best if you can't get yours tied.

 

It's in few days, but if I can't figure it out by then, I'll probably just get someone to do it for me at the place I rented my tux.

 

Try practicing tying it around your thigh, it's supposed to be roughly the same size and easier to visualize than your neck for starters. (Full disclosure: this is something I'm getting ready to struggle with because I think they're cool)

 

I was told this before, but my thigh just above the knee is 19 ½ - 20 inches and most bow ties only accommodate up to a 18 inch collar. My collar is only 15 ½, just so you know I do have an actual neck. I was going to try practicing on my calf, but I'm only that flexible for short periods of time. But yeah, bow ties are cool. I hear they go well with a fez.

 

15"1/2? Damn, those were the days... I've got an enormous neck now, about 18", thighs are probably only 19-20" though. Weird proportions.

 

I thought I was becoming bulimic (cause I couldn't seem to hold food down for the past couple weeks and have been disturbingly happy with the thought I might lose weight & quickly)

But it turns out it's just stress.

My best friend was kind enough to point out the obvious.

Today I can definitely feel the stress. I feel it in every part of my body.

I think that's so weird.

Like I can feel it in the churning of my stomach, but also in the muscles of my shoulders and in the twitches in my legs and the tightness of my neck and the weak & weightless feeling of my arms.

I'm suddenly minutely aware of parts of my body I never was before.

 

Nope.

Supervisor just emailed.

Asked, as I am starting work in December, if I have made new housing arrangements to be in the local area.

Yeah. That wasn't what I was already spending 75% of my free time searching & fretting over.

Now I have to answer my new boss about it.

Welp, I'm going to just silently freak out the rest of my current job's work shift and try not to let the panic debilitate me. . .

 

Hah! Saw this thread and instantly needed to join. Work sucks, married life is bleh, and life in general is just... AH! It's stupid stuff, things to just belt out into the unknown of the internet land. There are so many people out there suffering far worse than me, but... when you're living the life you have been given every day, and that life is just mundane, painful, and depressing... it does make it difficult to be this beaming vision of happiness. However... writing does seem to help, so, here is to trying to turn to writing in these times of pain and sadness!

 

Funnily enough I began writing for pretty much the exact opposite of your reasons.
Being divorced (or single) gives you far more to work with, when you simply are not
getting a steady dose of dopamine that married (or dating) people have.

At least you don't have to go to bed, and no is there for years on end. No comfort,
no care, nothing. Pain is having your heart and world destroyed in a sense.