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[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

ouch. I sprained a muscle in the back of my leg rock climbing a couple days ago.

 

Ouch. I was just playing with a ball and fell right onto my left wrist. I'm right-handed so I'm happy it's not my right.

[Briar King]

RIP James. You were a great Brother in Law the last 20 + yrs.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I had my taxes finished. FINISHED. 

 

We couldn't print. So I decided to save the file. 

 

IT. DIDN'T. SAVE. 

 

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I HATE EVERYTHING

 

EVERYTHING 

[Kestrel she/her]

Felt really sick all day. Ran into a wall too because I managed to forget my glasses at the house. Without them I have no depth perception. Also haven't been sleeping well. Its been messing with my concentration.

[Kobold King he/him]

RIP James. You were a great Brother in Law the last 20 + yrs.

 

I'm sure he was a wonderful man. I'm sorry for your loss.

 

 

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...is summoning dark gods from beyond the Plane of Nightmares the best solution to this problem? That certainly sucks. I hope it doesn't take too much of your time to get them done again.

 

 

Felt really sick all day. Ran into a wall too because I managed to forget my glasses at the house. Without them I have no depth perception. Also haven't been sleeping well. Its been messing with my concentration.

 

Hope you feel better soon. Being sick sucks, as does insomnia and running into walls.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

...is summoning dark gods from beyond the Plane of Nightmares the best solution to this problem? That certainly sucks. I hope it doesn't take too much of your time to get them done again.

 

It might be.  

 

Thanks. Oh well. At least it won't take long to get them done today, because I already know everything to put in. 

[Kestrel she/her]

Yeah, I hope so. It passed, though.

However I somehow managed to dislocate my knee cap while going down the stairs. The stairs. Why. What is this.

I dislocate it a lot so I just put it back in and put my brace back on but storms it hurt. I need to get it looked at.

[Briar King]

I can't even describe how gutted I felt having to tell my 11 year old girl that her favorite Uncle died last night over the phone and hearing her instant cry. Atleast my son at 8 doesn't realize the finality of death that young yet. Felt like Hulk punched me in the gut hearing her though.

[Voidus]

Just started another cluster, probably going to have relatively little sleep for a month or so if past experience is anything to go by. I don't even bother with the pain meds anymore since they do nothing but make it hard to think properly. Luckily uni holidays just started here so hopefully it won't affect my grades too much. I hate my brain sometimes.

[Kestrel she/her]

I can't even describe how gutted I felt having to tell my 11 year old girl that her favorite Uncle died last night over the phone and hearing her instant cry. Atleast my son at 8 doesn't realize the finality of death that young yet. Felt like Hulk punched me in the gut hearing her though.

Oh man, I'm really sorry that happened.

[traceria she/her]

Briar King, so, so, so sorry to hear about your brother-in-law.     There are no words, but I will keep your family in my prayers.

 

 

That makes this sound silly now...  parents.  No matter that I'm married and in my thirties, they still think they have a right to make plans for me (and my husband) and presume to do so.  Not calling back tonight.. they'll have to wait to hear from me (which is when I will lay down the law) when I'm good and ready.  

[Kestrel she/her]

Took a math quiz yesterday. Left knowing that only divine intervention could make me pass.

That one quiz collectively brought down the entire sophomore class' algebra grades. My class' average was a 40. I made a 10.

The teachers were bragging and I was like you ?? Your job is to pass us ?? You suck at your job ??

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Took a math quiz yesterday. Left knowing that only divine intervention could make me pass.

That one quiz collectively brought down the entire sophomore class' algebra grades. My class' average was a 40. I made a 10.

The teachers were bragging and I was like you ?? Your job is to pass us ?? You suck at your job ??

Ugh. I can't stand teachers who brag about failing their students. Their job is to teach, not make their students look like idiots. I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

[Briar King]

Thank yall. I've talked about him and my sister in this thread before and how in another life I'd go into psychology to be able to help reclusive people. They became that way cause they are both so large. They sleep during day and do shopping at night cause they didn't like getting stared at. He was 6'7 and 600+ lbs and everyone knew including him that we would get that call sooner rather then later. The human body just isn't built for that. Still he was the VERY definition of a large teddy bear. Super nice and helpful to us family when we needed him even if he had to sit down in his chair every few mins and just be the boss and tell me how to do whatever it was needed doing.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Briar King

[Voidus]

So I finally managed to hit on what seems to be a working combination of meds to keep my clusters manageable, downside is it leaves me barely able to function for half the day and sleeping for the other half. So now I get to choose between feeling really weird and like my brain is wrapped in cotton candy or feeling like a Koloss is trying to perform eye surgery with a longsword.

[little wilson she/her]

I used to never have allergies. Ever. As a teenager, I took great pride in the fact that I never had to worry about seasonal allergies, particularly when my dad (who's had really bad hay fever since he was a kid), brother, and sister were all having their allergies acting up. Well, karma came back to bite me hard. It first hit in the summer of 2008. At first, I thought I had a cold, except that it persisted for far too long and nothing cleared it up, and then I visited home (I was in college), and my dad heard my symptoms and told me it sounded like allergies. The conversation went something like this:

 

"Kendra, that sounds like allergies."

"Dad, I don't have allergies."

"Well, that sounds like allergies."

"No, Dad, you don't understand. I don't have allergies."

"Well Kendra, I don't know what to tell you, because that sounds like allergies."

 

.....I was in denial until my sister gave me Claritin, and--surprise, surprise--I was better. For 2 hours. The Claritin was supposed to last all day.  For the next, oh, 5 years, it was on and off, but never too bad. In the last two years, it's been getting progressively worse, to the point where this winter, I'd have allergy attacks when everything is supposed to be dead (and I thought they were called seasonal allergies for a reason...). 

 

Yesterday, at about 5:30pm, I started sneezing, and I could feel the pressure in my sinuses. I took some Allegra and other stuff, but nothing really worked for more than an hour (if that), and they were still bugging me something fierce when I went to bed at 11. I woke up this morning, and everything was clear. I thought it was over. But alas, I had another sneezing attack when I got into my car and the sinus pressure and just all around feeling of allergies plaguing me hasn't relented in the hour and a half since. And the worst bit? I think one of the times I sneezed a bit ago pulled something in my neck, because now it kills to look to the left. So now, I get to go the allergy doctor (since I have no idea what I'm allergic to, other than cat dander) and the chiropractor. Yay.

[Kestrel she/her]

I've never cried harder than I'm crying right now.

These past few weeks have been hard for me. There's been so much work and I feel pressured all the time. And tonight I just finally snapped.

My dad has always been a stickler for grades. Since elementary school, anything less than an A meant that I wasn't trying hard enough. Throughout middle school, that was easy. Ninth grade hit and it wasn't so bad, but this year has been my death.

I'm making an A in one class, a B in most of the others, and failing algebra because of that quiz. He hasn't found out, but I fear for myself when he does.

And now at dinner he starts talking about how we don't compete, and don't try for anything. That my brother and I aren't passionate and that we won't get anywhere. That the "Asians in our school are leaving us in the dust and that we won't get any spots in college." (His words, not mine. Have I mentioned that he's racist as well?)

Apparently he's trying to "help us." To be honest, its just worsening my depression and anxiety and I hate being at my house now. I try to stay at school more because I like it there better.

So basically that's why I can't stop crying up in my room. He's probably going to yell at me if he finds me up here and then apologize or something.

I don't even know what to do. I can't even go to my own parents with my problems.

[SmurfAquamarineBodies he/him]

What do you mean 'I fear for myself if he does'. Are you afraid that he would get physical? Or is he more inclined towards emotional abuse?

[Kestrel she/her]

Emotional. He fusses at me, tries to manipulate me, and then apologizes five minutes later like that makes it better.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I've never cried harder than I'm crying right now.

These past few weeks have been hard for me. There's been so much work and I feel pressured all the time. And tonight I just finally snapped.

My dad has always been a stickler for grades. Since elementary school, anything less than an A meant that I wasn't trying hard enough. Throughout middle school, that was easy. Ninth grade hit and it wasn't so bad, but this year has been my death.

I'm making an A in one class, a B in most of the others, and failing algebra because of that quiz. He hasn't found out, but I fear for myself when he does.

And now at dinner he starts talking about how we don't compete, and don't try for anything. That my brother and I aren't passionate and that we won't get anywhere. That the "Asians in our school are leaving us in the dust and that we won't get any spots in college." (His words, not mine. Have I mentioned that he's racist as well?)

Apparently he's trying to "help us." To be honest, its just worsening my depression and anxiety and I hate being at my house now. I try to stay at school more because I like it there better.

So basically that's why I can't stop crying up in my room. He's probably going to yell at me if he finds me up here and then apologize or something.

I don't even know what to do. I can't even go to my own parents with my problems.

 

I know what that's like. Most of high school was spent trying to cover up my math grades—which, after pre-algebra, usually hovered around a C. I went to a school where you need to have a parent or guardian sign weekly progress reports, and I'd hide my progress reports because I was too terrified to show them my grades. When they found out, I never heard the end of it. 

 

Just stay strong. I know that's hard advice to take, when your parents seem determined to tear down your self-esteem over a math grade, but school doesn't last forever. If you go to college, you'll just need to take the prerequisites, and then you're done with math. 

[Robinski he/him]

This is difficult to hear. I have a 21 year old daughter. I had always hoped she would go to university, have a career, etc., but probably only because that's what I did. She went to college for a couple of years, trying fashion then interior design, but it became apparent that she just wasn't inclined to be academic. I'm so glad that I was able to see past my preconceptions and accept her choices. She is now a supervisor in a restaurant and has significant responsibility, managing staff and running part of the place when she is on.

I've watched her blossom, become confident and organised, be really good and successful at what she does, and I feel really proud of her. I've been in that "I just want what's best for you," place so I can relate to it, but I really hope that your dad comes to realise the same as I did, that there a many different ways to succeed in life and it's definitely not about being a doctor or a lawyer, rocket scientist, etc.

I know it's not easy to talk about it. I hope it works out for you.

[traceria she/her]

I used to never have allergies. Ever. As a teenager, I took great pride in the fact that I never had to worry about seasonal allergies, particularly when my dad (who's had really bad hay fever since he was a kid), brother, and sister were all having their allergies acting up. Well, karma came back to bite me hard. It first hit in the summer of 2008. At first, I thought I had a cold, except that it persisted for far too long and nothing cleared it up, and then I visited home (I was in college), and my dad heard my symptoms and told me it sounded like allergies. The conversation went something like this:

 

"Kendra, that sounds like allergies."

"Dad, I don't have allergies."

"Well, that sounds like allergies."

"No, Dad, you don't understand. I don't have allergies."

"Well Kendra, I don't know what to tell you, because that sounds like allergies."

 

.....I was in denial until my sister gave me Claritin, and--surprise, surprise--I was better. For 2 hours. The Claritin was supposed to last all day.  For the next, oh, 5 years, it was on and off, but never too bad. In the last two years, it's been getting progressively worse, to the point where this winter, I'd have allergy attacks when everything is supposed to be dead (and I thought they were called seasonal allergies for a reason...). 

 

Yesterday, at about 5:30pm, I started sneezing, and I could feel the pressure in my sinuses. I took some Allegra and other stuff, but nothing really worked for more than an hour (if that), and they were still bugging me something fierce when I went to bed at 11. I woke up this morning, and everything was clear. I thought it was over. But alas, I had another sneezing attack when I got into my car and the sinus pressure and just all around feeling of allergies plaguing me hasn't relented in the hour and a half since. And the worst bit? I think one of the times I sneezed a bit ago pulled something in my neck, because now it kills to look to the left. So now, I get to go the allergy doctor (since I have no idea what I'm allergic to, other than cat dander) and the chiropractor. Yay.

Every now and then, despite taking zyrtec every single day of the year, something will trigger a full-out attack for me.  When it gets bad, the best thing I've found that helps calm my nose down and break the sneezing cycle is to put a damp, cool washcloth over my nose and mouth.  I also tend to take benedryl on top of the zyrtec if I'm really desperate.  The allergist should help you more overall, though.  He or she can see if you've developed any additional allergies and can hopefully get you into a regiment that works better than just taking allegra or something else.  You might need a nasal spray on top of a pill.  But while you're waiting, if you get desperate and are at home where it's possible to do so, try the damp wash cloth over your nose.  It works wonders for me.  Good luck!

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

You know what I hate? Cyclists. 

 

Not just people who ride bicycles. There are plenty of perfectly nice people who happen to enjoy riding bikes, who recognize that their vehicles are smaller and slower than the cars whose road they share, and who exhibit the appropriate amount of caution. I like those people. They make sharing a road with a bike actually pleasant. 

 

However, the cyclists where I live are almost all like Jeff.

 

 

These cyclists ride as close to the edge of the bike lane as they can—even when they're alone—forcing cars to either change lanes or slow down to accommodate them. They ride their bikes on barely-maintained county roads, where the "bike lane" is nothing more than a white line bordering dirt, forcing cars to change lanes illegally to get around them or, on mornings when those roads are clogged with parents taking their children to school, drop to an obscenely low speed until the cyclist deigns to turn onto a different road. 

 

And, of course, there are the races. 

 

Our city prides itself on being "bike-friendly." This means that they force drivers and the local police department to kowtow to the whims of Jeff and his ilk, blocking off entire lanes of traffic on busy roads so these cyclists can pedal by at the blistering speed of 15 miles per hour. The ordinary speed limit on this road is 50, but drivers, terrified of what wrath the cyclist mafia will encourage the cops to bring upon them, slow down to 40 or even 35. Residential streets aren't safe from this, either. When they want to hold a "distance classic" down the 45-mph two-lane thoroughfare near my house, the cops always give them right-of-way. And they don't travel in clusters—oh, no, that's for people who are not cyclists! They'll pour onto the road in groups of two, then three, then one straggler, then another straggler who wanted to enjoy the day, then another two. And they won't stop and let cars have right-of-way. Why should they? They are fit. They are righteous. 

 

Share the road. 

[Voidus]

Bicycles were put onto the world by Calamity, there is just no other conceivable explanation for the lack of regard for fellow humans that cyclists have.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Bicycles were put onto the world by Calamity, there is just no other conceivable explanation for the lack of regard for fellow humans that cyclists have.

 

New fan theory: All of the most insufferable and self-righteous Epics were cyclists before Calamity.