The Not Happy Thread

I'd have a good excuse then, lol! I just slipped because of my socks.

Thank you! I think I might have sprained something, if that's possible.

 

Sprain is not great, but better than broken.
I am glad you lived to tell the tale, and you
are going to be back to old self in few days.

 

I can't afford one. I'll just ask my dad for advice since he's worked in medical for 31 years.

 

Actually, I'd be surprised if she didn't have symptoms. Celebrities, especially performers on tour, travel in an extremely tight, protective bubble that provides an imaginary cushion of safety from those who want to do them or their fans harm. Having something happen after a show where people paid money to come to see you would, I think, really mess with one's head and would probably bring out horrible feelings of guilt and fear. Plus, she was a child star who'd had no real-world life experience and had therefore led an extremely sheltered life, so I think it would be "extra". How do any of us who isn't one of her personal team members know how difficult it is or is not for her to get on stage to perform? The entire motto of show business is, "The show must go on" so the fact that she still gets on stage would mean nothing.

As to proximity...I have crew member friends who needed PTSD counseling after the Paris or Vegas shootings before they could go on tour, even though they weren't at either of those shows, because it either altered long-held perceptions of their personal safety while doing their jobs or, in some cases, was their worst, wildest dream nightmare come true. There are many forms and levels of PTSD, and many triggers.

 

This was kind of the point I was trying to make with the difference between my reactions to hearing people enraged, injured, fighting, and dying every day and the way I felt when the planet took a little wobble. I was trained to deal with the first, had an informal support structure of people who had been through the same thing, and there's something in my personality that let the bad wash off me pretty easily. As a Chicago boy though, earthquakes are just... wow, wrong.

 

Exactly, Ash. We're all different people, with different life experiences and wiring and chemistries, and we never know what will breach our safety zones until we're there. I was going to say I'm sending you good vibes, but um... No vibrations, only best thoughts. (And yeah, I don't like 'em either.)

 

Sez you.

 

Sheesh! Is your restaurant called The Bermuda Triangle, by any chance? Also, in fifteen weeks, how many of your customers have bit the dust?

 

Consume.
Conform.
Watch Television.
$$$ This, is your God.

 

The apartment is quite and lonely...

I took Friday off so I'm working tomorrow which feels weird. I mean, I'll be all alone which is a good thing, but I'll still work an extra long week which will be tough.

On top of that I have two different doctors appointments on Monday which keeps me slightly stressed...

 

Well if the place is making money, no customers have died, the Yelp ratings are solid, and your mental health and blood pressure are reasonably stable...Carry on, man, carry on.

 

Got up at 5 to be at work at a little before 7.

Now I'm wating for the bus and I'm reminded that soon I'll have to walk to the bus in darkness again. I hate it! I need to get my bike fixed so I can bike to work at least until we get snow...

Sleeping alone was... lonely, in a lack of a less redundant way to put it, but at least it's slightly easier to sleep when you don't have to share a single bed... still I'd choose sharing my small bed over sleeping alone any night of the week.

 

At least he isn't in the service, so you won't have to worry about him being gone for a year,
and all that jazz.

Though it hurts like an SOB when you can't even be with the one you love.
However, in a way we are stronger for it. Even if it has that big caveat standing
in the middle of the ocean.

 

I say we get Moses onto this pronto.

 

I seem to have a throbbing pain in my left eye socket, without having hurt it in anyway. WTF?

 

Being old sucks. :c

 

PTSD after my wisdom teeth agonies. I faced potential jaw surgery. I became disordered and stressed also, I hate trauma. In the end what could have been a day in the dentist’s chair turned to four on the sofa at home - resolved in the end with the antibiotics lol and codeine. What a storm in a cup-cake, ha (American).

 

OLD?! Right then. It's on!!

Spoiler

I'm not yet 32.

 

Psh. Getting old is great. My interview with the Grim Reaper gets closer by the year! Woot!