I give up. I just don't care.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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(A whine)

As posted here, I haven’t been feeling well. Started with the cold/cough crud then blossomed into oh so much more.

Since Monday I have had an MRI of my head for possible aneurysm and/or organic reason for mindblowing headache. This morning was an ultrasound of the gall bladder/kidney/liver area to find out why I have so much pain around my right rib.

You know it’s bad when the radiologist says “Boy are your kidneys odd looking. And look! Here’s some cysts on your liver too!” I know, it’s called polycystic kidney disease and it stinks. It was kinda neat looking at how odd my insides look. My left kidney, the worse of the two, resembles not so much a string of garlic but rather a bag of beans. Lumpy beans. A large bag of lumpy beans. He also stated my gall bladder is “not quite right”.

Come home knowing my body is in medical limbo until the doctor calls. Have some decent migraine meds though.

Get ready for my work meeting, you know the usual stuff- get water, munchie, go to the bathroom. Come downstairs…
I have a waterfall in my laundry room.

Not just a trickle trickle. A waterfall. The flushing of the toilet caused water to break the cold water line in the bathroom under the sink. Whoever last messed with the sink tightened the hose too far and it snapped. Water was spraying out from under the sink. Looked for the shutoff- not to be found. [It was found later- plumber said “If you’da followed the hose up” uh, the hose was IN MY HAND. Unlike NORMAL bathrooms, the cold water turnoff was up behind and under the sink, not down below like the hot water turnoff is]. Called my Dad- where’s the main water shutoff. “In the laundry room” No, it’s not. Called my sister (previous owner) and she told me where it was. Got the water shut off. Plumber comes over. I love Fred. I told Fred he cannot retire even though he’s 74. He was great LAST MONTH when the sewer backed up. Mom and Dad came over also. Mom’s first comment was that I need to sell the house because I obviously cannot keep up. Uh, just how often should I expect a hose to be installed wrong causing a flood? Anyways.

Got the water problem solved. I now have a lake in my laundry room. Water dripped in the ceiling and walls, onto the couch and carpet. Everything in the laundry room, including bloody expensive to dry clean wool rugs which were JUST cleaned due to the sewer, need to be cleaned again.

And I still feel icky.

My Dad likes to joke that if something is going to fall apart, it’s going to happen to me. It’s true. I sprain my ankle walking up stairs. I break a toe dropping a can of tuna fish. Cars die. Plants die. My insides look like Jiffy Pop. My head still wants to explode. AND when my boss called for the meeting and I had to explain why I was in such a tizzy she said “I think we need to have a discussion about what’s really going on when you come in tomorrow”.

I give up.

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Hon, all I can tell you is what my wise old grandmother used to say: “Things get worse and worse, but then, eventually, they get even worse.”

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Sounds like the saying I use to cheer myself up sometimes: “Things are never so bad … that they can’t get worse.”

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“It’s Always Darkest just Before it goes Pitch Black.”

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“That’s one of the remarkable things about life. It’s never so bad that it can’t get worse.” -Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes)

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Boy, you guys are just incredible rays of sunshine, today, aren’t you.

(I’d say cheer up, it will get better…but I ain’t going there with these naysayers. So instead “poor baby, sometimes giving up for a little while (preferably with chocolate and a good movie) is the best you can do.”)

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See, I KNEW I could count on Dopers to cheer me up.

:rolleyes:

The doctor’s office called. My blood tests appear just dandy. Did I mention that when the new assistant at the office took copious amounts of blood she neglected to heed my warning about how it’s hard to find a vein but when you do it’s a geyser? The sweater that I wore to the office is toast. Wool and blood do not mix. But hey. At least my blood is “normal”. I guess that’s something.

AND the ex called, asked if he could crash here tonight. The Xmas present I bought him (auto insurance) still is not going over well with his current gf and he wants to get away from her for a bit. Since it’s MY fault she’s pissed at him… He can watch LilMiss while I go curl up and cry.

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OK, OK . . . Black humor actually tends to cheer ME up. But how about these?

“I’m just going to have to FEEL like this until I don’t FEEL like this anymore!!”
—Teri Garr as Sandy Lester, in Tootsie

“Slow down, you crazy child
Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
It’s all right, you can afford to lose a day or two . . .”
—Billy Joel, Vienna

That last one, in fact the entire song, got me through some really bad times myself. Sometimes you just have to give yourself a little break. Chocolate and bubble baths help.

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Life’s a bitch. And then you die.

(Err, hope things work out for you!)

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((((((((((((((((((((((MissTake))))))))))))))))))))))

Things will get better. Because, you know, things (big and small) have a tendency to pile up and pile up, but take notice of the little things here and there that finally manage to go right. I’m not trying to force you to be an optimist, but just take down some facts. At first, the list might be more bad than good, but you’ll see some of your bad become resolved, and the good list gets a little longer.

Take a deep breath - this life thing gets rocky. Don’t take a deep breath so you can go charging in if you don’t want to, just take it for yourself. Have a heavy sigh. Have a good cry. I once read a quote by some woman who had lost her eyesight, and her advise to another woman who was also losing her eyesight was: “Allow yourself three good cries. Then get back to work.” I’m not saying it will work for you, but everytime some tragedy strikes me, I try (note: try) to live by this. Give yourself some time alone to feel sorry for yourself, and pamper yourself to death for a day or two - hot baths, long walks, good books, good movies (you can cry if it’s a movie, that doesn’t count - or try a comedy you enjoy). Hours spent doing nothig but listening to your favourite music or playing a favourite game.

I sincerely hope things start looking up for you soon - until then, take especially good care of yourself, make yourself comfy. I know that can be hard, especially with other people in the picture to “take care of” (I’m thinking ex - I have no idea what your relationship is like with him, so I won’t be too presumptuous - just be sure you’re taking care of you and your own first - if he’s beneficial to being able to be alone to lick your wounds, then by all means, welcome him to stay with open arms, as long as it’s no added stress on you).

I hope this helped at least a little bit. If not, keep coming back and venting to us - every little bit you get out helps. We’ll listen :slight_smile:

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Oh, yes, I meant to mention: I know having water all over everything doesn’t help the stress levels much, and it just serves as a constant reminder of things gone wrong… and… and… well. I don’t have much advice to offer about that, except maybe an odd bit: laugh at it. I’m not laughing, by the way, but this is what happens to me when stress gets overwhelming - I start looking for the utter ludicrousy in the situation. The room is flooded. There’s water everywhere. And then I start to laugh at the mess. No, it won’t clean it up, but laugh at yourself, give yourself a pat on the back, and think “Who else could all this happen to but me? How ridiculous!” Sometimes it turns into a real knee slapper, let me tell you.

If you can’t, don’t :wink: But I thought I’d throw that out there, since it sometimes works, a little bit, for me.

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So f*ck the world, and let’s get high!

Seriously though, try a hot shower for your headache. I’ve find they sometimes soothe my head when I relax under the hot water. So take a long, hot shower then curl up with hot cocoa and watch a nice movie.

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So many people are telling me to take a bath/shower, but I DON’T WANT TO SEE WATER in any form! I did take a shower this morning, 'cuz it would be gross otherwise, but I kept my ears perked for any water splashing on the floor sounds.

LilMiss bought me a coffeemaker for Xmas. Before using it you’re supposed to clean it and then run a few pots of just water through it. I started to pour the carafe of water into it- and spilled all over the counter, dripped on the floor, into the cat food. That was it for me. I teared up. LilMiss ordered me to go lay down.

The Doc called with the MRI results. No major problems- no aneurysm or anything. I do, however, have the “most clogged” sinuses she’s seen. Ever. In her opinion my sinuses triggered the migraines. Makes sense. I guess. I have a hairline crack in my right sinus that never healed correctly from an injury 22 years ago (stay away from swinging baseball bats, children). I’ve had sinus problems ever since. Usually they come/go, never has one laid me out like this though.

On the lurvely Z-Pak, we’ll see how that goes. If it doesn’t clear up, I get Roto-Rootered. Huzzah.

I wet/dry vaccuumed the carpet and my couch, now the dehumidifier is trying to take care of the rest. Washed every last towel and sheet that I used to sop up the mess. My hallway rug is a frozen mess in the breezeway- I have no idea what I’m going to do about it.

So now I just have to wait for the sonogram results.

(Anastasaeon My ex and I get along fabulously. He makes a much better ex than he did a partner. I don’t mind helping him out as it keeps his relationship with LilMiss positive and it keeps him paying child support. :slight_smile: )