Such a good idea.
So much THIS.
Time for a petty bit of bitching. NO ONE WANTS THE HALF DONUT YOU LEFT IN THE BOX!!
Someone brought several dozen sweet treats to work today, and, as seems to happen everywhere I work, someone broke a donut in half, leaving a soon-to-be discarded piece in the box. You’re not virtuous because you only took half - you’re an ass because you’re making someone else throw away your discards. If you don’t want to eat it, take it home to your dog or toss it out behind the building for the squirrels or THROW IT IN THE TRASH YOURSELF!!!
End of petty bitching. And, no, I didn’t want that donut. Coconut - ick!
…or find someone else who only wants half…
What I wouldn’t do for half a donut? Ok. Enough of the petty BEGGING.:).
I can’t do anything in peace anymore. The damn cats won’t leave each other alone. Eddy has shifted from being a very laid back dude to constantly … straddling himself over Shiva’s back and holding on to the scruff of Shiva’s neck. Never seen this before, no idea what to make of it other than some kind of dominance display. It makes Shiva yowl.
And when that’s not going on, they’re chasing each other up and down the stairs. At least Shiva is doing some of the chasing and isn’t the only one being chased. But yowls (from Shiva) ensue nonetheless.
If he’s awake, he’s yowling. It’s driving me batshit!
And, SurrenderDorothy, please take the excellent advice of others in this thread. You’re in a terrible situation, you have every right to feel miserable, and if it’s possible for you to do so (I know all about self-inflicted guilt and unrealistic expectations), *please *go easy on yourself. To this I will add: Get a second opinion. Maybe even get a new doctor. Because it sounds to me like your current doc is treating symptoms without looking too hard for a cause, and maybe not even caring about the cause. Whatever this is is causing you significant life issues, and the doc should be referring you to specialists, not just acting like this is nothing much.
Eddy and Shiva are in love. It is spring after all. I hope they are neutered.
Both male, both fixed. Shiva is ill, though. He’s just turned 15, he’s had IBD for years, and over the last 8 months he’s lost 20% of his body weight. He’s on prescription food now, as opposed to the LID I had him on, in the hopes of at least stopping the weight loss.
He’s a little old man kitty and he’s bony and I love him. <sniffle>
I was being silly about the ‘love’ talk.
The howling is something I know about. I have 2 howlers. It can drive you right out the back door, some days. I know mine are not ill.
Is Shiva in pain, perhaps?
Poor old man kitty, 
I love him from afar. Give him a chin tickle for me.
He’s always been talkative, so this isn’t new for him. It just seems to be driving me more crazy than usual is all.
He gets as much petting and love and he’ll stand for. He’s affectionate but won’t stay on me if I do the picking up and cuddling. If he joins me, of course, it’s a different story. :smack:
Ok, this isn’t a rant and it is so small that it doesn’t even rise to the level of petty, but I’ma share anyway. So I started having yogurt at work for a little afternoon snack, because I need a break from the Kind bars. So I stock up on a few varieties of Chobani, based on the little picture of fruit on the container. Strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, etc. I am not too picky. But today, I noticed that these raspberries in the yogurt were unusually gritty. To the point where I was chewing a little wad of fiber. So I take a closer look at the container. Apparently the artist who draws the pictures of fruit thought that a raspberry was close enough to a pomegranate. Or I didn’t notice that a loose interpretation of a pomegranate might be mistaken for a raspberry. Anyway, it turns out that pomegranate yogurt is just as good as raspberry yogurt if you don’t mind the gritty bits.
I like this idea. Thank you.
I haven’t seen any specialists yet. I don’t have health insurance, so I’m a bit limited. I have a direct primary care… thing. So while a part of me is like “Okay, let’s do a spinal tap and an MRI, an EKG, and EEG, an LMNOP. and while we’re at it, maybe a SNAP test to check for feline leukemia”… the other part of me works for a nonprofit and is down a job and still has to pay rent.
I guess there’s not really any way around it, though. One thing at a time.
The property manager in my building is useless. I sent her an email letting her know that the heat was out in my unit. Three hours later, a neighbour who had heard about my issue stopped by and showed me that the thermostat had been programmed incorrectly, so I sent her a follow-up letting her know that the issue was fixed.
Two days later, she responds to the first email and asks if I want her to call the HVAC company. One week(!) after that, she responds to the second email and says thanks for letting her know. How on earth does this woman get nine days behind on her email?
I’m so sorry you’re going through this.
Give the kindness you would give a loved one to yourself. You’re going through a shitload, and somehow you’re getting things done anyway. I hope you can get yourself to a specialist. I know how hard it is to feel like your brain has completely betrayed you and you can’t afford to fix it.
If you behave poorly toward me, and I tell people we both know what you’ve done, I am NOT badmouthing you. I’m explaining why there is tension and conflict between us.
If you don’t want me to tell people that you’re behaving poorly toward me, then don’t behave poorly toward me.
To add the swearing more appropriate for my level of anger;
If you’re going to be a fucking asshole to me, don’t whine about how I’m ‘badmouthing’ you when I tell someone who asks why there’s a problem between us how you’re being a fucking asshole to me. Stop being a fucking asshole and there won’t be any problems between us and I won’t feel the need to explain it to the people around us who are wondering why there are problems between us.
You fucking asshole.
Christ, at this point “sleep” is a nostalgic memory, like how you remember doing somersaults as a little kid. How long can someone run on a couple hours dozing, on a “good” night? Everything is beige. Everything tastes like dry cardboard. I’m tired, it feels so good to lay down, and then … well, hello, back of my eyelids. I see we’re watching a movie about nothing tonight, on mute.
I hear that. I used to fall asleep in 2 minutes tops. Then I had a child who is a poor sleeper. Now my brain is constantly listening for him so even if I fall asleep the slightest sound wakes me up and I lay there for a couple hours.
My child then grew to be a teenager who loved to roll in at 2 am… and I didn’t sleep soundly til he did.
But hang in there, there is hope! The night after he moved out, I slept through the night. Bliss…
Sleep, sleep, this is ridiculous.
This morning at 4:30 I was sitting upright in my big chair. Straight back sitting just on the edge. I swear to god I was like that for 2 hours. Best sleep I’ve had in 3 days. I need to be prone for awhile, sometime today. Nothing much on the agenda so I have a chance.
My wife pulls this shit all the time, and it drives me nuts. (When “Dances With Wolves” came out, we used to joke that my wife’s “Indian name” should be something like “Only Eats Half”.) Maybe you tore it in half, but it sure as hell looks like you took a bite out of it, and nobody else is going to eat the rest of it, so either finish it or throw it out!