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GasBandit

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Girlfriend hurt her ankle a few days back. Took a bath with scented epsom salts. Used the jets in my tub for MAX relaxation.

Three days later the epsom salts in the air are making my eyes sting in my bedroom or bathroom.

And yes, I've had the aforementioned exhaust fan going 24/7 to try to deal with it.
 
I had my procedure today and I’m sore and freezing as I’m sitting on an ice pack.

The procedure itself went well, but the porter parked my wheelchair to sit across from me and lecture me. I guess based on us meeting five minutes earlier he knows my body and condition better than me or my doctor.

I am used to people being weird with me and I can usually handle that. Today I was sedated, exhausted and in no position to tell him off and walk away.

Why would this guy think I care what he thinks? What would possess him to prolong things to lecture me about my condition and then think I’d possibly consider taking his medical advice.

A healthy diet is never a bad thing. However, it can’t fix decades of joint damage. I also don’t want to be lectured about being more active when I’ve just had some of the nerves at the base of my spine burned out so I can sit and walk without crippling pain. These procedures allow me to work and walk without a cane.

Oh and fish oil pills. I am still sedated, but I’m sure I will be super angry tomorrow.
 
Who the heck is your ISP?
Local outfit. They said that particular speed test wasn't reliable but I get the same numbers from their recommended site. According to trata on their end, it appears to be our modem or router. We have a Google mesh router, so I'm betting it isn't that. Imma reboot everything though.
 
My D&D Adventurers League party is finishing up their campaign tonight. We've spent months building up to this finale. I missed last week due to the wife's birthday and I was happy to do that. This morning, my nephew was born. That means the whole family will be spending the evening at the hospital. I guess I'll be missing tonight's gaming session too. This is their third kid, btw. It's not like we haven't done this before.

Yes, I know this is some petulant whining.
 
My D&D Adventurers League party is finishing up their campaign tonight. We've spent months building up to this finale. I missed last week due to the wife's birthday and I was happy to do that. This morning, my nephew was born. That means the whole family will be spending the evening at the hospital. I guess I'll be missing tonight's gaming session too. This is their third kid, btw. It's not like we haven't done this before.

Yes, I know this is some petulant whining.
I would stop by earlier, make polite noises about new noisemaker, tell family I had a previous commitment for that evening that was scheduled weeks ago and go play D&D. Kids don’t become interesting for a few years, babies are the ultimate narcissists.
 

GasBandit

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I just found out an aunt I was very fond of died a last week of a heart attack. I won't be able to make the memorial, because I didn't find out about it in time to make arrangements to get there (she and my uncle lived in New Jersey). Probably because she was one of two people on that side of the family older than me that I haven't alienated with my politics in the last few years.

The uncle in question has been going downhill so fast that it was a big surprise that she preceded him. From what I hear, the plan is to wrap up all their loose ends up there and then put him in an assisted living center here in BCS. The dementia is hitting him pretty hard, such that he remembers who I am, but I was told that if I DID drop everything to go up to the memorial, he might not remember the day after that I had been there.
 
I have no idea why a nephew would necessitate a full evening at the hospital. Maybe if it's your godchild... And even so, it's not like he'll remember.
It’s not a full evening, but it’s right during game night. And I’m already getting the “you think a game is more important than your new nephew!” lecture from the wife. Southern girls can be weird about family. No, I don’t care if this is the last full month of pre-pre-K for the oldest nephew but the wife certainly does.

I’m thinking I’m the type of person that ‘80s PSAs were meant for. Yes, it is 10 pm. No, I have no idea where my children are.
 
Rite Aid is going through bankruptcy and while a ton of them closed, the one I use is being kept open (they described it as a consolidation). However for the last year or so the shelves have been almost totally bare. There anre no issues with the pharmacy itself and there are signs promising that it’s not closing down but it just feels bleak.
Rite Aid announced that every store in the state is closing. Guess I gotta find a new pharmacy.
 
I talked to my doctor today. I'm not getting my hopes up yet because it might not be approved, but he said there's probably a good chance it will be. Especially given my history, losing jobs and other opportunities due to mental health, past suicide attempts, etc. He said it all plays a role in filing.

Not only would I get a handsome tax return instead, but it also might be back-dated up to 10 years. Which would be life changing for me. I could pay off debts in full and have more to spare.

Again, there's no guarantee on this, but if it happens? Wow.
I finally heard back from Canada Revenue after waiting months.

I'm not getting the Disability Tax Credit because "You can perform the mental functions necessary for everyday life, which include activities related to self-care, health and safety, and common, simple transactions."

Fucking hell. So I'm stuck in credit card debt that I'm drowning in.
 
I'm thinking of contacting my doctor to get an autism assessment.

I've had...a very bad evening. A button on my PS5 controller stopped working and probably can't be fixed. And Ruff gorges on food do much sometimes that he throws up, like he did tonight.

And I just had a breakdown of screaming and hitting myself. When I get especially frustrated and upset, I start smacking myself in the head or pounding counters. And I did that tonight. Apparently hitting yourself ehen upset is common among people with autism.

I just don't know what a diagnosis like that would do for me. I'm already 46 years old. My life is basically lived. I won't get a new career. No kids. Probably no partner. My life is pathetic. What would learning I'm autistic change? Nothing. I'd still be a fucking loser.
 
I finally heard back from Canada Revenue after waiting months.

I'm not getting the Disability Tax Credit because "You can perform the mental functions necessary for everyday life, which include activities related to self-care, health and safety, and common, simple transactions."

Fucking hell. So I'm stuck in credit card debt that I'm drowning in.
I’ve heard that in the USA they’ll usually deny pretty much anyone disability benefits the first time around and you have to keep trying to get through. No idea if that’s the case with Canada but it’s worth looking into.

It might also be worth looking into a Consumer Proposal to consolidate the debt.
 
I prefer cueball smooth but my wife prefers slight stubble, so I stick to once a week.
I wasn't sharing for compassion, BTW, it barely hurt, I was just sympathizing with Nick.
 

GasBandit

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After being let outside this morning, and then brought back inside, the dog had some manner of black invertebrate in its fur. GF first thought it was a leech, but it didn't look like it to me. My googling leads me to believe it to be a New Guinea Flatworm... an invasive species that was in the news 6 years ago around Houston. At least it's not a leech, but it IS a carrier of the Rat Lungworm parasite. The dog has, in fact, been scratching abnormally frequently of late. Made a vet appointment, and am currently keeping the slimy little back sucker in a small tupperware in case the vet wants to see it.

Oh, if YOU want to see it, it's beyond the spoiler.
For scale, it's about an inch and a half long
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I turn 47 tomorrow. I'm not looking for well wishing. I'm just venting because I feel like a complete loser with nothing in his life. My birthday is always depressing for me.

What's sadder is I'm thinking of ordering a small cake for myself even if I have no one to share it with.
I say get a cake, put candles on it. You've survived another year, not everyone gets to say that. I truly believe that alone is worth celebrating.
 
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