Some days, it's just not worth chewing through the straps

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Rough week.

First, I figure out that chocolate is a migraine trigger for me. No more M&Ms.

Then, last Saturday evening, as I rode my bike home from work, I had a bad fall. I managed to walk the remaining block and a half home, and my housemate took me to the ER. Diagnosis: hairline fracture of the radius at the elbow, bad sprain of the wrist, big bump on the knee, and mild sprain of the ankle. All on the left hand side.

I had hoped to skip the last COBRA payment as my new insurance kicks in on the 1st. No such luck. So, $400 for COBRA, at least $100 that the ER will bill me, and probably another $50 in band-aids, Ace wraps, arnica ointment, ice packs, and heating pads. Could have been worse. I could have been run over by a car (I fell from the sidewalk into the right lane of traffic), or I could have fallen over the railing into a dry creek bed.

My work schedule has been changed. Twice. I am now on a 12-8:30 shift, which has all the disadvantages of an evening shift and none of the advantages. My weekend is now Wednesday/Thursday, so socializing is going to be a challenge. I promised to do a project for church that I procrastinated on, and now I pretty much can’t finish, because I’m down by a hand.

Finally, yesterday, my car’s gear shift linkage broke. I had to have it towed. The repair bill was $200 more than the estimate, which was still $650 more than what I have in pocket. When I questioned this, the guy on the phone recalculated it down by $75, which leads me to believe that I should question harder when I pick it up on Monday.

sigh

Again, it could be worse. I could have died. I could have been hurt much, much worse. I could have been without health insurance. I could be completely without a car. I could be salaried without the chance to earn overtime. I could be living alone with no friends to drive me to the ER. I could still be working for the same flatulent butthead, as opposed to the darn cool boss I have.

Still, I feel a bit like putting my head on the desk and sighing loudly. Could I have a break, please? And not a literal one, thank you, but a metaphorical break.

Any sympathy you feel like lobbing my way would be greatly appreciated.

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Incoming!

Sorry everything sucks. Normally I prescribe chocolate, but . . . Is wine still OK? How about a nice bubble bath, your favorite movie, and a snuggle with the person/pet/stuffed animal/blankie of your choice?

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*hugs phouka *

Feel better soon, mmkay?

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:eek: Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Hope next week is better for you! :slight_smile:

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You’ve had enough suck for three people this week!

Good on ya for counting your blessings even now, but don’t forget you’re due a little medicinal wallowing, too.

Feel better soon, and remember that microwave popcorn, rootbeer and trashy movies can all be accomplished with one hand.

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If chocolate is out, may I suggest some nice buttery Fannie Mae or homemade caramel?
I hope thing get better.

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Thank you, Dopers. I still feel fairly blue and rather whiny (quick, send the waaaaaaahmbulance), but this too shall pass.

They like me at work and give me extra work off the regular phone line. This is a good thing. I’m complimented on my tickets, finally. I found a blue jay feather this morning.

But I’d finally gotten through my head that exercise makes me feel better, and bicycling is the best exercise I’ve ever found - mentally and physically challenging, saves me money on gas, helps save the planet, and you should see my legs! And now I can’t do it for six weeks.

Phooey! Phooey, says I!

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hugs

Some days you’re the windshield and some days you’re the bug. Sorry you’ve been the bug lately.

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:confused: A nice buttery federally chartered mortgage agency?

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As a fellow migraine sufferer, I would guess that wine is out as well, since it can be a common migraine trigger.
The idea of a bubble bath and a movie sounds great, though. I like a long, scalding hot shower, followed by lying in bed as a mindless movie plays while I doze.
Hope you’re feeling better, phouka.

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Can you still have cheesecake? I mean I could survive without chocolate. But not without either chocolate or cheesecake. That would just be cruel.
I’m sorry to hear you’re having such trouble. I hope this week is better for you.

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how 'bout a lovely rootbeer float?

and for all the boo-boos, i prescribe ben and jerrys. what ever flavours you want. while you eat the ice cream (for the calcium of course) you can use the container to ice down the boo-boos. win! win!

i hope things heal soon and better fun things ahead.

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Poor sweetie. I suggest a nice soak in a jacuzzi, followed by a fruit and cheese platter and a glass of pomegranate juice with club soda. Purring kitties or sprawling snoozing puppies as needed.

Take the pain pills for the boo-boos, and feel better soon.

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If it’s any small consolation, your choice of thread title was hilarious.

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Well, thank you.

On the up side of things, I have gotten good drugs. Haven’t slept this well in quite a while.

And I can have a little bit of chocolate. Perhaps -----> <----- this much. Can’t down a whole candy bar, though.

There has been some Ben and Jerry’s. There could definitely be more. A hot bath sounds divine. Even my aching arm is in favor of it. The sprained wrist actually hurts much more than the broken elbow. Wouldn’tcha just know? It’ll probably take longer to heal, too.

Oh, and for several days, my left hand looked like a ZOMBIE hand, thanks to all the discoloration. I got to show it off, but there was no chance to frighten anyone with it.

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Bummer, phouka! Mucho sympatico. Why is it never the crap we don’t like that’s a migraine trigger?

Well, that’s not true. Went to niece’s birthday party Saturday night and brother-in-law built a bonfire; had to skulk around the side of the house like a pervert to escape the smoke and the shrieking 7-year-olds. Ah, good times.

Prescribe a nice *dulce de leche * and Advil sundae.

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No kidding. Why can’t my doctor say, “Lay off the Brussels Sprouts and liver. Oh, and no beets.”

Instead I’m told to avoid chocolate, cheese and wine. Migraines suck.