The Not Happy Thread

Well it will be one day at a time, for a while at least. My husband had serious surgery three years ago, and he also pulled the lines out all the time. It wasn't his fault. He was totally ga-ga, not helped by the horrific infection he picked up. He was two weeks in intensive care. Fortunately he recovered, and is doing really well now. But it was touch and go. I totally feel for you guys.

 

Well, I just got the whole 'hand over your badge and your gun (oh, wait, we already took that)' bit.

I have to go away and get 12 weeks of therapy and then maybe can have my job back.

I don't doubt I can do it, but that meeting was pretty damned traumatic in itself.

 

Knives, man. Since I started taking Krav Maga classes we repeatedly trained defenses against knife attacks. Now supposedly learning what to do in such a case should make me feel safer but actually, it just serves to show how pathetic my chances are should I ever find myself at the killjoy end of one. Not a nice feeling.

 

Yup. Rush a gun, run from a knife. Knives are much more effective at close quarters than most gun owners would like to believe.

 

Training defences against knife should not make you feel safer but to be safer.

If you feel safe against knife you are in trouble.

Sudden ambush is very typical knife attack. Does not sound safe.

Three best things/tools against knife:

1. Situational averenes.
2. Situational averenes.
3. Situational averenes.

"Be elsewhere" is what those 3 can give you.

 

Oh, absolutely agreed. What I meant was "feel more capable of getting home alive".

First lesson on knife threats was "give the guy what he wants and pray stabbing isn't on the list"

Luckily, this class doesn't just teach cool tricks but also when it's a really bad idea to use them. Self-defense vs. martial arts. Not exactly burning to use any of it outside of training, believe me

 

I'm not happy that the not happy thread is longer than the happy thread.

 

Yup. My drill instructor said the winner of a knife fight is the one who wakes up in the emergency room.

 

I'm bad at fixing stuff, so I asked my father to take a look at my bike when I was away. He changed the back tire and I got it back. Yesterday I tried it... and there's something wrong with the tire. Found it's a bit wonky and after consulting my father we came to the conclusion that I can probably take it to work for two days and we'll have a look at it this weekend when they're visiting.

Tried to take it to work today (just for try, starting tomorrow) and I realized my gears we're broken. The wonky tire is ok as long as I don't go downwards fast, but the gears just won't work. I could only switch between 1 and 2 and they were the same.

I've just spent an hour or more trying to get the damn gears to work and - while I can at least change between all gears now... they still don't work. I just feel useless and incompetent. It's a damn bike - not rocket science - why won't it just work?

I've been offered to borrow my mothers bike - which she's never used anyway - but I just wanted to prove to myself that I could fix this one, tiny thing. Because if I can't even fix my bike - how on earth will I fix a job?

 

This is one of the reasons I haven't gotten a bike to date. I have enough things in my life that I struggle with on a daily basis, without adding to my worries with having to learn a whole new field of whatsits, thingamies, doodahs etc. Life is too short to worry about extra things when you already lose sleep on the essentials.

 

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/foodanddrinknews/11577928/Blood-cashews-the-toxic-truth-about-your-favourite-nut.html

This is sad...

 

I think I have reached the point where nothing bad surprises me anymore.

 

The inlaws are watching some movie involving a gay love triangle.

Only the dude at the point of the triangle...

...isn't gay!

And the whole thing is being played for laughs.

Congrats, Japan, you've hit 1984.

 

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The one weekday where I have no formal appointments, was the one day when somebody rang me and woke me up! Then there was a banging on my front door with a parcel a day earlier than expected. I'm already highly strung atm, so this morning felt like an attack from all sides.

 

As a family, we agreed to desist from further restorative medical treatment of Dad today and move to palliative care. I feel like I've signed his death warrant. It's absolutely devastating.

 

I'm so sorry to hear that. When my mother-in-law was going, I found it helpful to write it out, and I'm glad I did now. It lets me remember the good times and the bad.

 

I’m so sorry to hear that, Mark. Words fail, because it sucks all around, and I remember that awful feeling. You posted he has a DNR...I hope you’re able to find at least some small comfort in knowing you’re doing what he’d want by following his wishes and giving him peace. That takes strength and courage many don’t have. I send you and your family the best of good vibes.

 

Okay, it's called Ossan's Love, which (don't let google translate or those who rely on it fool you, "uncle" is technically correct, but the word is used to refer to any man much older than the speaker) Older Man's Love.

It's about a worthless 31 year-old, who can't even do his own laundry, who gets kicked out by his mother. So a typical Japanese man. And he moves in with a gay guy (positive discrimination, yay!) who has mastered the arts of not only laundry, but also cooking and sexual harassment of roommates. Our hero stereotypical loser MC doesn't know how to deal with this, because Japanese men aren't allowed emotion, and he's playing the part of a shy schoolgirl anyway. Plus his boss is hitting on him, but it's not until roomie and boss come to blows (no, not that) over him that he insists to them that he's just not gay.

Then some heartwarming bullshit about how his roomie has a pure luv 4 him yadda yadda yadda.

Japanese dramas are always about emotionally and sexually stunted mama's boys because that makes up most of the male population. The other stories are about men so manly Chuck Norris falls out of their fly when they unzip.





ETA: The picture above was the first result google gave me when I typed in "salaryman," I didn't go hunting for the most pathetic looking crowd I could find.

 

So now I'm wanting @Iain Aschendale to write all the movie synopses...And I'm "Not Happy" that most are not this entertaining.

That was awesome, Ash! Thank you!

 

I'm sorry it has come to that Mark.

 

So... This past week and a half i was temping at an academy not too far from an old workplace.

Since I want to pursue SEN, they've swapped out from next week, I don't mind that.

But today we had nine student patients in first aid, two of whom needed to be taken to hospital in a cab.

We also had a support team member twist get ankle.

If I go back to the last place I will tell the girls in admin, because I topped their grievances about first aid in a week.

 

Sometime overnight the basement flooded. We feed the cats Down there so dogs won’t scarf their food. This morning the cats were acting like they hadn’t been fed in a week, when I know they had food because I fed them last night before we went to bed. I went down to do some laundry and found out why they were upset. About 3” of standing water and their food bowls had floated away.