I thought I was the only one who did this. I feel your pain, sister.
Lots of constant, tiny snacks, SnakesCatLady - it’s the only way to go. Mine’s the same way.
** hands SnakesCatLady a saltine **
Well? Don’t leave us hanging. What did you say?
And then what did she say?
While I hate that anyone has to share this misery, I am glad I’m not the only one!
:::RED ALERT RED ALERT:::
I know she’s your friend and all, but that’s some crazy potential stalker talk right there. I hope CC is prepared for JJ to dump her on the curb one day for being smothering. I hope you told her that. She probably won’t listen because they luv each other, but at least someone will have said something.
I hear ya… I go from “not hungry” to “shakes” to “gonna pass out” in minutes sometimes.
I’ve got candy stashes if anyone needs some.
Yesterday, during my Fundamentals of Linux class (which I am taking because even though I’ve run an Ubuntu desktop system for two years now, I have a lot of gaps in my understanding, and I’m trying to get more job skills), the CompSci department’s IT man came in to explain how to create a virtual machine to run multiple flavors of Linux on a Windows box, how Deep Freeze is installed on all the machines, so don’t save anything to the C drive, it’ll be gone by midnight, and how the public drive was safe but was mapped to individual computers, not user names, so sit at the same machine every day or get a flash drive.
And the teacher told me I was typing too loud.
While I took notes on a lecture and demo she didn’t have the ability to give, after she’d spent 30 minutes during lab time having a lengthy, loud discussion about vacations and air travel with a student, and when it’s already painfully apparent that at least three people in the class have much more extensive experience in the industry than her and half of us have better communication skills.
But, I was typing too loud, and it bothered her.
Mine tends to do that as well. If you ever find out why this happens, be sure to share! 
You ladies are making me feel extremely grateful that my own stomach doesn’t behave like that.
Count me as another one. I rarely actually heave, but I often just get stupider and stupider, less and less able to make decisions (like “OK, time to eat now!”), and trembly. I recommend finding a caring and tolerant spouse who is willing to remind you that food = good and even put some in your hand; it’s working wonders for me.
My daughter is having some sort of eating problem right now (possibly anorexia but it’s not been officially diagnosed). And I’m really not doing too well with the caring, tolerant putting food in her hand thing. She was home all day yesterday and “forgot” to eat, so I blew up. I thought I would be nice and understanding if anything like this ever cropped up, but it’s sort of pissing me off that I have to mind this twenty year old round the clock. She doesn’t think it’s any big deal.
Sorry, didn’t notice this- he was overly brightly polite, and barely spoke to me. Could be worse, but I suspect he’s just waiting to get me alone again before the ranty side comes out… Which won’t happen if I have any say at all.
Looks like I have a low level slipped disk, and have another month of doing nothing at all courtesy of the doctors. And I’m already bored.
Other ranty thing of the day, I just realised yesterday that the annoying cow allotment neighbour not only dug a path across my plot, (wobbly, too wide, not on the boundary and it’s not something she should ever have done without asking me anyway) she’s also sprayed the mess she’s dug up with broad spectrum weedkiller, on the plot I’m gardening organically.
So now even if I do make my own path as I wanted, in the place I wanted (and I have paving slabs ready to lay, just can’t lift them with my back as it is), I won’t be able to use that ground for ages.
As a former sufferer of eating disorders, yelling at her will quite possibly make it worse. You need to get her in to and doctor and therapy ASAP. Eating disorders are fatal, and it can happen faster then you think. She might not be skin and bones yet, but depending on what she’s doing (purging, laxatives, ephedrines, etc.), she could be doing major, irreversible, deadly damage on the inside.
It sort of sounds like you’re in denial or something. I mean, if she had a tumor growing out of her head or a large, oddly shaped mole on her arm, would you not take her in to the doctor even if she denied that it bothered her or got angry and/or unresponsive if you brought it up?
She is seeing doctors. One has prescribed a pill to help her appetite (along with an antidepressant). I just don’t have much faith that she can remember to take a pill if she can’t remember to eat. I also don’t like having to solve this problem with pills if it could be solved with food.
Said like someone who has no clue about eating disorders. It has nothing to do with food and everything to do with control. I agree pills aren’t the answer - she needs to get in to a psychologist that specializes in eating disorders. Food ain’t going to cut it. You could shove it down her throat, threaten to take things away, threaten to cut off contact, whatever, she’s a drug addict, and her drug of choice is the feeling of an empty stomach.
Here, take a look at this: Something Fishy. It’s a website for those suffering from eating disorders, and for the families of those suffering. This is where my husband went when I was going through everything and it helped him gain perspective. He also tried to just ‘get me to eat’ and ‘stop throwing up’ and ‘stop exercising so much’. Doesn’t work that way, and he figured out pretty quick that therapy was the best answer (and it worked).
She is getting proper treatment, but I can’t help being angry at her. Thanks for the link, I’ll do some reading there.
Nothing - this is her one big flaw, and no one is perfect. I just needed to let out this one frustration in the Pit, ha ha.
JJ has been putting up with this going on 4 years, and I think he kind of likes it. CC and JJ are big geeks and sometimes I think JJ thinks that, hey, this girl doesn’t mind the spare bedroom being taken over by RPG paraphernalia! Plus I did list her big flaw with none of her good qualities. She treats him like a king, and he’s her knight in shining armor.
I was already running on a razor edge of timing today, having to split my lunch break in half and trying to be three places at once … and now my FUCKING CAR WON’T START!!!
I think I can officially flush today down the toilet. Weekend: hurry the hell up.
Sorry 'bout your daughter, though, DungBeetle.
Why oh why in the name of Og would you put the touch on me to store your enormous friggin’ piece of furniture the size of THREE industrial refrigerators in the basement of my tiny cottage when you have a your own house?! It’s bad enough the landlord’s kid wants to come over to clean out the basement but just because I rent a parking space off you doesn’t give you the right to make unreasonable requests that just stress me out.
Oh and you only want to keep it here “until it’s sold”. How long might that be?
Grrrrr…at least I have a place to vent. Thanks, SDMB!
Bri2k
Menopause sucks. With loud slurping sounds.
Some of the guys on my hockey team are playing a charity game of “Beep Ball” (baseball for the visually handicapped) tonight. I am going, and I am dreading it. It’s so fricking hot out there and my internal thermostat is broken.
Waaaaaah.