Topic: Shit Days (Read 227662 times)

Mongrel · « **Reply #2960 on:** September 11, 2012, 08:58:11 AM »

I did that and now my left knee is permanently fucked up in ways my doctor still won't explain properly. I tried to do that for my skin condition because it didn't bug me at all and I almost left a welcome mat out for cancer to take over my body.

The theory of STOIC WALL always makes me laugh. I mean nobody likes a whiner or a hypochondriac, but keeping quiet about legitimate pain isn't supposed to give you some kind of award unless there's a guy bleeding to death beside you. Even then, you should say something after triage is done.

My grandmother's been gone for a couple years now, but she'd have been gone a hell of a lot sooner if she hadn't spoken up about her discomfort after an operation a few years back.

You just have to keep some sensible perspective. I Didn't go see anybody for this shoulder thing, because yeah I know it will go away. The muscles that run into my neck are simply fucked up. A few days ago, my left nut hurt for three days straight like someone had kicked it that was no fun either but that went away too (it stopped a little while before I was thinking of actually going and seeing someone about it). It's not like I go run to my doctor every time something twinges.

And for whatever it's worth, I have in fact gone to the hospital for three symptoms of heart attack and don't regret doing so even though it wasn't one.

Zaratustra · « **Reply #2961 on:** September 11, 2012, 10:33:22 AM »

Yeah you're right. Sorry.

R^2 · « **Reply #2962 on:** September 11, 2012, 11:21:54 AM »

My knee is about as fucked up today as it's been in a long time, and I've been trying to take things easy on it where possible.

(I would like to go back to a doctor about it but have another two months before I have any health insurance.)

Mongrel · « **Reply #2963 on:** September 11, 2012, 06:16:42 PM »

Quote from: Zaratustra on September 11, 2012, 10:33:22 AM

Yeah you're right. Sorry.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't mad at you and you have something of a point. Little irrelevant pains do go away (usually) and people are especially sensitive to hypochondria in a publically-run health system.

I think it's just comes down to knowing your body well (this is harder than it seems!) and being as honest with yourself as possible (which is even harder!). A good example is that nut thing. I didn't do anything at first because that just happens to me sometimes. What changed my mind was the fact that it was at a higher pain level (initially*) and it lasted way longer than it usually does. But then it went away and I decided not to go after all, though I may mention it the next time I see my doctor for a checkup or something.

I mean, I don't want to be some asshole whining over nothing, but nor do I want my nuts to fall off! So I just kinda have to play it by ear.

*_{This time while I was riding my motorbike (which has a nice big cushy seat - so that's not the cause). It is no fun to try and keep a motorbike upright in squirrely Toronto traffic when all of a sudden somebody kicks you in the nuts.}

Mongrel · « **Reply #2964 on:** September 11, 2012, 06:20:30 PM »

Man, I am making it sound like my body is just falling apart aren't I?

I AM NOT ACTUALLY AT DEATH'S DOOR GUYS.

Zaratustra · « **Reply #2965 on:** September 11, 2012, 06:33:48 PM »

I dunno, if you ride a motorcycle then worrying about the health of your bozackles is pretty valid.

Mongrel · « **Reply #2966 on:** September 11, 2012, 06:42:42 PM »

Among other things...

Classic · « **Reply #2967 on:** September 11, 2012, 10:09:32 PM »

I'm pretty sure I had similar symptoms (got some minor swelling) after a long car ride, but those dissipated after about 20-30 minutes. It was a lot like having a poor-circulation limb warm back up.

Yeah, the car ride was so boring one of my balls fell asleep. (Additional exciting details about this car ride available on request.)

Lottel · « **Reply #2968 on:** September 12, 2012, 11:42:02 PM »

"Hey Mitch. You're a happy guy. Why?
No seriously. Why are you happy? Your life sucks and you have nothing going for you. I don't even think you have a sincere relationship with anyone. Why are you happy? "

"Uh. Hi?"

Weeeeeeeeee. Drunk friends are great.

Classic · « **Reply #2969 on:** September 13, 2012, 12:12:06 AM »

I listen to the Cheers theme when people call me Mitch.

Lottel · « **Reply #2970 on:** September 13, 2012, 12:14:14 AM »

Which doesn't happen often seeing as that's not your name?

Mongrel · « **Reply #2971 on:** September 13, 2012, 04:37:45 AM »

Could've been worse. Those words could've come out of a drunk girlfriend!

Classic · « **Reply #2972 on:** September 13, 2012, 08:33:10 AM »

No, I listen to the Cheers theme song a hell of a lot.
Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.

Nickasummers · « **Reply #2973 on:** September 15, 2012, 07:39:38 AM »

At 2am this morning the smoke detector in my bedroom started chirping once per minute. It is wired, so it isn't a low battery, and I checked the breaker it is on. It stopped for a few minutes earlier and seems to have stopped for the moment but I am not sure it wont start back up again. It is impossible to sleep through and hard to even sit in the same room with and I have no idea when it is going to be fixed.

Caithness · « **Reply #2974 on:** September 15, 2012, 07:50:38 AM »

Does it have no slot for a battery at all? The one in the apartment my sister just moved out of was also wired, but still started beeping and it had a battery slot. We assumed the wire was just to connect it with all the other smoke detectors in the building. Plus it probably needs a battery for when the power goes out.

Is there someone whose responsibility it is to make sure stuff like that is fixed that you can call?

Brentai · « **Reply #2975 on:** September 15, 2012, 09:24:55 AM »

Smoke detectors in most newer houses are required to have wired electrical power with a battery backup. The battery degrades whether the device ever uses it or not so it will complain at you if the backup starts failing.

Malikial · « **Reply #2976 on:** September 15, 2012, 09:49:24 AM »

This morning at 7 am I was woke up by knocking at the door and what not. So, I wake up, get dressed and go check it out. Group of religious nuts handing out full sized flyers about how god hates fags and brown people. I was trying to sleep and in no mood for their bullshit so I told them I was gay and my mom was Mexican so I'd thank them very much to get off my fucking porch. Haven't been able to properly fall asleep again since. Fuuuck that kind of shit pisses me off.

R^2 · « **Reply #2977 on:** September 15, 2012, 11:07:34 AM »

Tomorrow: Malikial wakes up to a burning cross on his front lawn.

NexAdruin · « **Reply #2978 on:** October 02, 2012, 09:38:10 PM »

Humans have this crazy habit of making tiered goals. Starting with "I want to be happy" they think "well I'll need a house and a gorgeous wife and some smart athletic kids." For that they need money. So they think "well I want to be a writer so I'll go to school for writing." But they need money for that too so they think "well I'll work at this minimum wage job and bust my ass for a little while and then I'll go to school." And of course it doesn't work out according to the plan of min wage -> school -> money -> wife -> kids -> happiness. instead it goes min wage -> accidental pregnancy -> loveless marriage -> misery -> death. The only way to prevent this is to focus on the next goal up, which is money, which is addictive. So you go to this minimum wage job and you avoid accidental pregnancy by denying yourself the pleasure of a modern sex life and meanwhile you're getting all this money and before long all you can think about is more money. Without a sex life you become bitter or apathetic toward romance in general and the idea of having a lovely wife becomes a pipe dream for someone further on down your family line, but certainly not you. So you settle for someone who's hot and stupid and you don't really love her but she'll give you the kids and hopefully you'll love them (I sure fucking hope you do because you're stuck with them for all intents and purposes) but you probably won't because they take all of your money and they are neither as athletic nor as smart as you dreamed they would be and your hot, stupid wife whom you don't love is probably out having sex with the gardener who long ago decided that money was stupid and instead he was going to work hard and get laid all the time and he's doing a much better job of it than you ever did.

The tragedy is that tiered goals work enough of the time that people keep trying them even when they start to fail, and there's really no other option (at least as far as I know) for making long term plans succeed.

So in the end we're all doomed to misery except for the gardener whose sole purpose in life is to get laid, and even he isn't all that happy because even though he's getting laid he's also shoveling cow shit 10 hours a day for some asshole who drives a Mercedes and sits in an air conditioned office thinking of ways to get more money than he could ever possibly fucking spend.

I've had a shit day.

Stush · « **Reply #2979 on:** October 02, 2012, 09:50:17 PM »

Money IS pretty stupid. As long as you've got enough to get by, you're good! Which honestly isn't a very large amount. It helps if you live in a country where medical care won't cost you several years of wages or whatever, though.

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