This is mini, but it still irked the hell out of me. You all know (since I’m always blathering on about it) that I am in need of a kidney transplant. I’ve put the message out there on social media, a few people have called, nothing has come of it.
Yesterday, on FB, a site dedicated to kidney issues posted that they have a program to help get your message out to a wider audience - they would create a media push for you. They would even run it. Cool!
I signed up, and received a call from one of their media consultants last night. We went through a list of questions, he asked my story, I shared. He kept talking about altruism, the gift of donation, what a giving group they are, more altruism…
And, BTW, it’s $50/mo.
Now, I get it. I’m paying for one of their people to work for me. It just bothers me, somehow. And there’s the fact that I don’t have a spare $50/mo in my budget, thanks to being sick.
If your cancer has gone into remission, you are a survivor.
If you lived through a horrible near-fatal accident, you are a survivor.
If you are a member of the band who sang “Eye of the Tiger,” you are a survivor.
If someone made a nasty comment about you online, you have survived jack shit.
Hardly mini. You are sick and fighting for something you need. Someone promised to help you in the specific way you needed it, and only at the end you discovered their help came with strings attached.
That’s a pretty big reason to be disappointed and upset.
I live in San Francisco and know exactly what you mean. Summer here is largely imaginary, and I love that. But you have to live in the city, or on the ocean in places like Pacifica or Half Moon Bay. If you go very far east, the dreaded sunshine will find you most of the time.
Been up since 4am due to a chirping smoke alarm in my apt. Waiting on Maintenance to resolve this before I leave from work.
This is the second time I had to call maintenance in 60 days because of this alarm. I’m at the point now where I just want them to take it out and just let me suffocate if it’s ever a fire
I thought this year would be especially bad in terms of depression due to a new job, new city, boyfriend out of work, and other stressors, but instead my body has tried to kill me in entirely new ways. Three trips to the ER in the past three weeks due to a fairly major pulmonary embolism and its sequelae. However, fighting for my life has mostly energized me and the depression hasn’t hit.
We’re having a heat wave here: three days of 90 degrees. It’s supposed to cool off at night, though, right? So we opened all the windows overnight and had fans blowing inward.
And it was still 74 degrees inside when we woke up this morning. Now it’s just past noon, and 78 indoors. Jesus wept.
That WebMD article really nails it. I’m unhappy in summer because (1) I can’t sleep well, (2) I hate myself in summer clothes, and (3) I can’t go outdoors without sweating through those loathsome clothes.
Yes, I am one of those people who keep the thermostat at 63 all winter. Why do you ask?
I have 3 pair of jeans - black, brown and blue. I have 2 pair [identical] black palazzo pants [I originally had an entire 8 pair work wardrobe as black trousers were required for one of my jobs] and I have a pair of cargo pants [swiped from my husband, got to love military clothing, some of it wears like iron and lasts for decades =)] I have 7 assorted color tshirts, and 4 nicer blouses that can dress up the jeans or function as slightly dressy office clothing when worn with the palazzos. Add the one semiformal dress, and a dressy winter coat I am good [though I do have a field jacket, a smoking jacket and a woobie for more casual occasions]
Just returned home from a family birthday dinner for my cousin and I was not understanding the negative vibe I was getting at dinner. I later found out that all of the people who attended didn’t want to be there because my cousin never calls or returns their text messages.
So that pissed me off because I could have stayed the f*ck home. They don’t have to worry about seeing me on Thanksgiving or Christmas this year. Ruined my entire evening which was a big disappointment since I was looking forward to seeing everyone today.:mad:
This sounds so neurotic as to be unbelievable. I’m betting that if you talk to more of the attendees you’ll find that not all shared the “I don’t want to be here” attitude. If they really didn’t want to go, they didn’t have to attend, correct?
And the reason? “because my cousin never calls or returns their text messages” doesn’t make sense, unless these are all pre-teen anime girls.
Never in my life felt the way I did around my own family. My mom told me that is the reason it felt awkward because none of them was crazy about being there tonight. Then I thought we were going to discuss the family trip for next saturday and now no one wants to go?
So they all can kiss my a$$. I was able to arrange a trip to New York City with a female friend instead next saturday which was good timing.
Today was day 3 of 90+ temps without air conditioning. I feel ill. I am grumping at my child, refusing to let my husband touch me (because he’s hot, and not because he’s hot that way), and when they went out for a while this afternoon, I just laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. For two hours.
My solution to lack of air conditioning involved frozen 2-litre bottles of water wrapped in pillowcases. I would sleep wrapped around one when I lived in a place with hot summers. When I had to work outdoors I’d carry smaller frozen bottles or gel packs for coolers in my pockets.
There are some interesting DIY cooling systems involving things like a large trash bin full of ice and a fan. It’s not usually hot enough here to warrant making one so I haven’t tried it, but it can apparently make a significant difference in a small space. In a particularly dry climate, a wet towel with a fan blowing through it can make a difference as well. I would put one end of it in a bucket of cold water so it would draw more up as it dried. Home-made swamp cooler.
And I am SO FUCKING HAPPY. I cleaned the kitchen, washed a load of towels, straightened up the library, edited twenty pages of my book, and took the kid to the park. And it isn’t noon yet. The sky’s the limit.
I finally opened up the house after what seems like weeks of running the air conditioning. Needed a light jacket last night. It’s so nice finally. Only exception is with the windows open, the cicadas are assholes. Doesn’t help that I’m on the 3rd floor with the tops of the trees, right where the cicadas are making their racket (buzzing? what do you call that horrible noise?) in the branches.
I’m doing the quadruple medications for H Pylori. The five amoxicillin days were a walk in the park. But the five days of Flagyl and Clarithromycin - HOLY CRAP. And I mean that literally. Plus the clarithromycin tastes like I would imagine battery acid would taste. And you can’t swallow it with a big enough gulp of water to avoid all of your tastebuds. Excuse me. I need to go to the restroom.
God DAMN, shut UP!! I’m watching the closing ceremony of the Olympic and the announcer guy is talking over most of it? The hell? I gave up, turned off the TV.
