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Started by altered, November 21, 2019, 05:11:04 AM

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Doktor Howl

She is home, they have mostly ruled out a heart attack, but don't know what is up.

So now it's the parade of specialists, etc.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Molon Lube

Junkenstein

Hopefully it's a heap of appointments for "non reoccurring cardiac event".

But looking good at least. I've got a 8 hour drive next week for a 20 min funeral. Wheeeeee
Nine naked Men just walking down the road will cause a heap of trouble for all concerned.

chaotic neutral observer

Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2020, 06:30:02 PM
She is home, they have mostly ruled out a heart attack, but don't know what is up.

So now it's the parade of specialists, etc.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

Several years back, I checked myself into the ER with irregular heartbeat, shortness of breath, etc.  They found nothing wrong with me.  Well, not exactly nothing; they put me on a 24-hour heart monitor, and my heartrate was too high--when I was awake.  No other irregularities, though.  Then I sorta fell through the cracks of the system.  Years passed.  A couple years ago, things got worse again (in different ways), and I came out of the whole mess with a clean echocardiogram, a diagnosis of an anxiety disorder, and a prescription for antidepressants.

In hindsight, that incident may have been my version of a panic attack.

Anyway, chest pain (and other apparent cardiovascular oddities) can be a symptom of anxiety.  Still nasty to deal with, but less fatal.  How's she been coping with the plague situation, lately?
Desine fata deum flecti sperare precando.

Faust

Sleepless nights at the chateau

altered

Any updates on Jenn? Fingers crossed!

In other news

Yesterday was a parade of horrible bullshit that in the end just ended up being extremely embarrassing for me and POSSIBLY extremely annoying to my current hostess. (She denies it. I just can't understand NOT being annoyed by it.) I had, in order:

Burnt my fingers on food I had left out for a good twenty minutes. This was fine, really, but it showed where my day was headed.

Amazon banned me from purchasing from them because I used the wrong billing address because PayPal somehow changed my billing address and Amazon's fraud department absolutely demands physical paper billing statements to undo their account suspensions. My explanations fell on deaf ears, they make zero exceptions. I don't have many options for replacing some of my belongings, so this fucking sucked to hear.

Then! Murderous, bloodthirsty heartburn. Literally coughed up blood. Due to the Pop Tarts (not the poster, the food) that had burned my fingers, since they were the last thing I had eaten.

So I ate pizza much later (only other option) and dropped a slice due to an unexpected muscle spasm, launching bits of it far and wide. I got sauce and goo all over my fucking clothes.

Followed by a howling whirlwind toothache that spiraled far out of control to literally kicking and mewling in the fetal position for a full hour, before literally dragging myself to the window with a bottle of water and a cigarette and hanging out the damned second story window, alternately smoking, drinking water and spitting until a fragment of bell pepper dislodged from my tooth and the YAWNING FUCKING CHASM of pain immediately fell to a sharp pinprick in the cheek.



It's getting to the point I'm begging Eris to back the fuck off. Things are too fucking exciting. I really have nothing against excitement even, I just want it at any other time in any other way in comparatively small manageable doses. Right now I need a boring life. Thanks Eris.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

minuspace

Yeah, parts of this weekend had me feeling straight-up bewitched too, like Eris booby-trapping my shit to perform these weird chain reaction snares that I mostly expunged from memory. I do remember that she was quite fond of "painting my toe nails" (with blood) by having me stub my toes here and there in some commentary on how I'm "dragging my feet" or whatever. This all amplified by lack of sleep.


Thankfully the bombs stopped going off... now the douchebag downstairs thinks it's cool to start blasting his coke-fueled music at 6:45am ON SUNDAY MORNING when he plays at night until 1:00am. This is cool because becoming psychotic is actually no skin off my back. He tries to say he started after 9:00am, now all his friends know what sorry lying douchebag he is.

Doktor Howl

Quote from: altered on July 06, 2020, 03:40:00 PM
Any updates on Jenn? Fingers crossed!


She seems to be fine, thanks.  Loads more testing to do, obviously.

And I'm sorry to hear that 2020 has been beating you with big shitty sticks.   :cry:
Molon Lube

altered

Good to hear! Got my wishes turned toward the direction of continued good news for you and her. Medical scares are the worst.





As for me, I was just surprised by the quantity of sticks. As I said, it's mostly ended up fine, though today I'm dealing with the Crohn's and stress induced fallout. Lot of toilet time.

Just the sheer volume. My hostess admitted she wasn't sure to believe me when I stated that more than half of my bad days have absolutely nothing to do with being my fault, but that yesterday showed her that I wasn't exaggerating. One goddamn thing after another, no breaks and no delay and absolutely nothing I did to be blamed for it.

If I was a different person, I might believe this was the punishment of God for being a freakish amoral tranny. That said, I note a distinct lack of a religious dimension to the events, so I'm going to assume otherwise.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Cain

I think God has already inflicted a punishment on transwomen, and it's JK Rowling continuing to speak publicly and at great length about her shitty opinions.

Cramulus

reminds me of that time Moses unleashed JK Rowling on the Pharaoh

Quotefamily-guy style cutaway gag


lol, good times

LMNO

I think the Pharaoh would have preferred the first-born thing, tbh.

altered

I just got a potential solution to my homelessness.

There is one requirement: that I can somehow put together the funds to pay rent and survive LONG TERM. I'm good in the short term, but next month the unemployment assistance dries up. I can make that pay my way for a few more months, but it won't go far.

Credit isn't an issue here. I just need to fill a slot on a lease. I can't take any advantage of this until I can say with some certainty I have the long term set. I could lie, but it's a very good friend offering me this and I'm not about to fuck with their trust by any means. They get left in the lurch if I fuck up.

Ideas? This is the closest I've come to a workable, feasible, accessible solution so far and by fucking god I am going to leverage every avenue I have to find a way to seize it.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

altered

Also, to be clear, I already have some no-strings-attached guaranteed monthly help. A friend can absolutely put 400/mo down to keep me sheltered. It just isn't enough, but it's close: if memory serves, rent and utilities is in the 600/mo range. Like, give or take 30.

Ideally, I wouldn't need it, but in terms of a longer term game plan it's a nice fallback.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Doktor Howl

Today, I have the stomach flu.

Working from home is happening, but I may have to set up office in "my office" at this rate.
Molon Lube

Cain

Online copywriting is my dull suggestion, altered. Work remotely, set your own hours...pay's not normally fantastic, especially when starting out, but if its about filling out an extra $200 a month, then that is very doable. Usually the "interview" process is a quick test of your writing skills and they'll pay your earnings directly into your Paypal account, so if you're alright with stiffing the IRS for a bit, it's definitely an option.

Any of the big websites are always advertising for writers. It's not fun, or interesting...but you don't need to get up or commute, you don't have to jump through the hoops of getting a "proper" job and you can start at it pretty much right away. All you need is a working internet connection and a word processor.