Ooh, I am glad to see this! I remember your posts in my kidney donation thread.
My tiny, related rant: I have been approved for my kidney donation for three months now, and a surgery date has not been set. If it gets pushed back too much, it will interfere with other travel plans. Grr.
I have a coworker/friend. Talking to him is absolutely crazy-making. In the course of conversation, he mentioned recently that he was diagnosed with schizophrenia many years ago, but he thinks that diagnosis was complete bunk and besides, the mineral prescribed (that would be lithium) just made him a zombie. So now, regardless of issues he experiences, he avoids doctors in all cases. If he has some troubling symptom he tells me about (like fell asleep while driving, several times), I encourage him to seek medical attention but I am blown off.
I am not the most sane chica out there, but damn. Having a conversation with him makes me think I am crazy. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, so I would feel bad just cutting him off, convo-wise, but damn, I am just so stressed whenever my caller id lights up and it is him. He can be quite marvelous to chat with, until it 't turns weird. I honestly don’t know how to deal with his level of interaction anymore.
Here’s an example - he referred himself as a gay man recently. It sparked this whole thing where he was shocked that I didn’t know his sexual preferences/experiences- but frankly I don’t care either way. Do what makes you happy, dude. But later conversations have included statements like “if i were gay, i would totally hit on him” (didnt you tell me you are?) and statements about a coworker that he thinks is homophobic (but doesnt seem to be to me- if that makes sense - said coworker has made antihomophobia comments to me)
I know all the above seems trivial but I wanted to vent.
The mother of a good friend of mine had schizophrenia and she would do the same thing. She’d take her lithium until she felt better and then quit. From what I’ve heard, that’s pretty common.
I need the cootie spray. John Scudamore himself, creator of Whale to, is now posting on my book’s Facebook page. Ew. I’m half torn between a sense of triumph and a literal feeling of wanting to throw up.
I figuratively saw red because of my stupid coworker today. Again. She is regularly infuriating, but my hands were literally shaking. There is no way to disengage from her because my boss won’t put his foot down. I’m at my wit’s end and am going to start applying for other jobs yesterday. I can’t take this level of manager-sanctioned office dysfunction any fucking longer!
I have mild-ish schizophrenia myself but I do take meds and I realize they help me, and I haven’t stopped taking them. I’m getting other help as well.
I’m not dangerous… I promise. 
My rant: without going into too mmany details, a family member was being annoying yesterday. Luckily I was going out that afternoon/evening anyway so I didn’t have to hang around at home for long.
My prescription expenses have gone up. Wegmans had to remove almost 75% of the prescriptions they had on pricing special recently, as their costs had gone up.
I had to get my boobsquish today, which I did. The tech was one of those people who spend their whole workday giving instructions but apparently running into every moron in the area, because none of us understand them. She does things like not lower the platform as much as she should, thus forcing patients to stand on our toes; now, if every tech did that, I might believe it’s necessary - but since some do and some don’t, I’ll assume it’s not needed except to make the sadistic ones happy. From there I went to the supermarket and to Mom’s.
Then when I got to Mom’s, as soon as I opened the main gate to the building I could hear some dude ranting (I couldn’t understand him) and two women telling him “we know, let us go!” “let go of my arm!” “we’re in a hurry! BYE!”. The two women managed to escape the ranter before I’d been able to manouver my bags up the slope. I get to the lift, and it’s the idiot brother of the moron who lives in the 7th floor (aka Mr “Cologne by the Gallon Man”, whose superpower consists of the uncanny ability to clear any large room just by entering it) ranting about how there’s a sign on the lift’s door saying “it’s going to be unusable for 24h” (not logical, since it’s on the bottom floor, the light is clearly on and everything I can see including the poor neighbor inside indicates it’s working). Since the gent inside had several packages and so did I, I indicated that he should just go up, but no, the ranter insisted that I had to go up too. No thank you, I’ll just wait a little. He grabbed my bags and shoved them inside, at which point I followed them, mostly to keep the poor neighbor who was trying to squeeze himself into a corner from getting bathed in fresh egg. He then proceeded to rant some more about the injustice of it all, and how it had been so rude of me not to want to go up when he wanted me to, blahblah…
Eventually we were able to go up. I never saw the sign on the lift, but since the mechanics were running its yearly inspection, the phrasing would most likely have been along the lines of “we are working on the lift. There may be some interruptions to service within the next 24h, for which we apologize in advance”. These signs are supposed to keep people from banging on the door of a clearly-disengaged lift; with most people, it works. Most neighbors know it’s rare to have to wait for more than half an hour, so they’ll either walk up or go to the café across the street.
I don’t know whether moron-brother’s baseline is like that, he’s got some form of dementia (his brother is in his 80, so this one can’t be too far) or he was off his meds, but he obstructed the lift for a lot longer than the mechanics ever have :smack:
TLDR: sometimes the worst part of life is other people.
My entire schedule for the next two weeks is completely screwed up.
Here’s what I sent to the Rogers escalation email after phone calls to 6 different people today.
Essentially they are offering me the same timeslots available as they would if I just called today. They acknowledge that they screwed up the appointment time but are willing to do nothing at all to fix it.
The only way I can continue to use their services is if I take a vacation day because the first non workday appointment available is May 21st. I even tried for a daytime appointment on May 15th (our moving day and a sure recipe for insanity) and May 16th which I already have booked off and neither of those are available.
I’m totally screwed. I had the AC install scheduled for Wednesday, security system for Friday and blinds next Monday and I have to cancel/rebook ALL of them because I can’t sit at the house and wait for them unless I can connect to the office and work. One screwup takes my carefully planned out schedule and throws the entire thing out the window.
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The mother of a good friend of mine had schizophrenia and she would do the same thing. She’d take her lithium until she felt better and then quit. From what I’ve heard, that’s pretty common.
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My former BIL would do this. Meds helped his schizophrenia to the point where he felt “normal” and he would decide he didn’t need them any more because why would a normal person need drugs? Then he would spiral down and start hearing voices again, have to be hospitalized and convinced to take the meds. Rinse and repeat.
My mini rant: Last week I got in trouble for being home late from work. Today I’m in trouble for being home early. I’m so fucking mad at myself for getting stuck in this relationship.
That does sound unreasonable. Just how “stuck” are you, or is there a realistic path to getting out if that’s what you feel you need to do?
I’m trying to unstick myself, but keep allowing myself to get emotionally sucked back in.
Practically, I’m pretty damn stuck. Two of my paychecks would cover the rent where we’re currently at, that’s not including utilities. A third check covers my car payment and insurance, leaving a the last to get spent on food for me and the dogs, gas, and anything else that comes up. I can move, but from what I’ve found so far, my options are in scary neighborhoods far from work.
I dunno, I’ll make it work somehow but it’s going to leave a hole in my heart and a pretty bare existence. Mostly I need to wake up from the fucking trance he has me in and find my (lady) balls again.
ETA: “in trouble” means a giant screaming fight with accusations of infidelity and him disappearing for most if not all of the night. Not a “I’m bummed you’re home late because I had dinner waiting for ya”. I’m a grown fucking woman, I don’t deserve to be interrogated when I run late at work. Let alone being done early. Wtf is that?
Can you get dongle services/use your cellphone as a router? Not the best system, but yours is the kind of situation they’re good for.
That is emotional/psychological abuse. It looks like you already know this - his responses are outrageous and unacceptable for the situation. You don’t deserve to be interrogated or yelled at or accused; even if you were the worst girlfriend in the world (which you’re not), an appropriate response is to end the relationship with you, not act like your boyfriend is acting.
I wish you all the best in the world to get out of this bad relationship.
And now I see from other posts that you are indeed ending it with this guy, so I’ll change this post to a supportive, “You’re definitely making the right decision by ending it” post. 
Not a huge rant, but - I’ve got a new zit. A big one. And I really, really hope that my boss won’t keep commenting on it at work this time!
I have become a coughing, phlegm machine.
Had two fairly sleepless nights and now I feel like I’m in some sort of haze. I worry that everyone I see today will think it was because I was out celebrating Cinco de Mayo and being irresponsible, when in fact, I spent the evening on the couch watching 24 and other shows.
What a dick! May I suggest one of those little round bandaids? They cover warts and noserings, as well as unfortunate pimples that normal people overlook.
Thanks for the suggestion, although if my boss saw that I was wearing a bandaid, she almost definitely would ask me about it. Though she didn’t bug me today, so I think I’m safe. And other than that, she is generally a nice person.
Thank you I hope I’ve reached my actual line in the sand moment and can keep momentum towards getting the hell out of here. No one can do it but me.
Ranty: I love my dogs to death but one of them has developed the INCREDIBLY annoying habit of fussing to go out when she doesn’t really need to. Dramatic moans and whines escalating to high pitched barks when I don’t get up and open the door for her. Knock it off, dog. I know you don’t have to pee, you just went. You just want to go out and bark at people walking by. BE QUIET.