Having to deal with this. I have posted this via Facebook by way of a public link.WHAT!?! Major :(
Why in the world did they do that so quickly? :/ I'd not sure whether to readily comment quickly in public until others had a chance to view for themselves.
Ugh....
They were carrying a belligerent adult cat into The Room when I had the bad timing to be bringing her into the place. I think it was "2 for 1" ...
Having to deal with this. I have posted this via Facebook by way of a public link.That is sad, my friend.
It is and was...
Having to deal with this. I have posted this via Facebook by way of a public link.Shoot, I hope I'm never in need of shelter... that's appalling.
Times like today is when I wonder whether sapients are actually "worth" more than truly innocent creatures such as she ... I hope that if I have to do this again, it is for the same reason: I cannot do any better, vet included.
Having to deal with this. I have posted this via Facebook by way of a public link.
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Finding out that I missed an Electric bill payment and am now going to have to pay two summer months worth of electricity.
I need to get up at 1:00 AM on Sunday to drive down to New Jersey again. I've got work the night before, and to top it all off, I'm really sick. I think I've got the flu or something. Wonderful.
I hope you feel better and that things go well for you.
Being stationed on a cutter far away from wife and kids. Miss them so much!
Bummer; are you in the Gulf of Mexico or overseas?
Oh man; some lady in our city just left her 2 year old in the car for a couple hours by accident and the baby died of heat exhaustion; was probably 140 degrees in the car. Yike; am so sad for this lady. She has four kids; lost another one of complications after birth; her husband is disabled and a couple of her kids are special needs; one very much so; somehow she didnt see this one sleeping in the very back seat and forgot her amids other stuff. Poor lady; this happens to people of all races; wealth; is the 33rd kid this year of this same thing; in our state; neglect resulting in death could get her 18 years in prison.
This is massive suckage for everyone; so very very sad. Is all I can do to avoid tears just reading the article; all her neighbors and church says she is very kind and attentive and a great mom who struggles through very adverse situations and takes good care of her kids and family; we are all stunned; so very very sad. poor lady; OMG.
Religious threads,
Priestly vestments? No wait....
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Worlds largest rave, the love parade turned into a deathtrap for 19 people, over 300 wounded.
Though I'm not into raves, some of my fellow students are and wanted to visit the event.
A spanish exchange student I've seen a few times in psychology class is among the dead. I can only hope not more of them are among the dead or wounded.
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I need to get up at 1:00 AM on Sunday to drive down to New Jersey again. I've got work the night before, and to top it all off, I'm really sick. I think I've got the flu or something. Wonderful.I hope you feel better and that things go well for you.
Thanks, but I ended up passing out at work the day after I posted, and spent the next day and a half dizzy, dehydrated, and drifting in and out of consciousness. Today was the first day I could actually function as a human being since around Wednesday.
Delta airlines. 'Nuff said.
my injury to my legs. after six months of not being able to walk for more than five minutes at a time, two months of physical therapy, x-rays, an mri, an ultrasound, and more leg exercises than chuck norris, the doctors still can't find anything wrong.
this is so frustrating.
my injury to my legs. after six months of not being able to walk for more than five minutes at a time, two months of physical therapy, x-rays, an mri, an ultrasound, and more leg exercises than chuck norris, the doctors still can't find anything wrong.
this is so frustrating.
That does suck!
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my injury to my legs. after six months of not being able to walk for more than five minutes at a time, two months of physical therapy, x-rays, an mri, an ultrasound, and more leg exercises than chuck norris, the doctors still can't find anything wrong.
this is so frustrating.
I hear you.
I had an open wound at my foot since last December. I know, I'm a diabetic, so s**t like this can happen, but that is usually due to problems with either the nerves or the bloodflow, both were fine.during this time, other wounds appeared and healed close to the original one.
Weekly or even bi-weekly treatment, nothing, exept the fear that it may get worse, so I'm pretty much done walking (exept when absolutely necessary), running or doing any sports that may involve any strain on the foot.
X-ray, MRI, nothing found, tried therapies, experimental therapies, desperate therapies that aren't used anymore because there are far superior one around, nothing.
As my doctor said: If I could, I'd just make it dissappear. There is no damn reason for that wound not to heal!
Beginning of July: the wound heals within 3 weeks without any other change in therapy.
(this is the part where it does't suck anymore, now I only have to find a way to pay my university, my broken TV, my phonebill, food and a few paizo supplements, having made almost no money since last december...)
Beginning of July: the wound heals within 3 weeks without any other change in therapy.
glad you're doing better. :-) send some of that healing my way...
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About two months ago, I finally got off of a course of anti-anxiety drugs that I'd been taking for the better part of the last decade. I feel, not exactly better, but more like myself--I have more energy, show more emotion, and feel in control of all my faculties.
The problem is, no one else thinks so. As soon as I told people that I'd stopped taking the drugs, they started to tell me that I was a "completely different person," and that I seemed "dangerous." I feel almost no difference, but everyone's pre-conceived notions of what a "crazy person" must be like are getting in their way, and, more importantly, MINE.
I don't think the medication did a single iota of good. I've always been an angry person, on or off the medication. I used to get in a lot of fights, and I still lose my temper occasionally. Since I concluded the drugs were not working, I decided that I'd try stopping the drugs and learning to just control myself.
Unfortunately, the larger part of what was keeping me from completely losing control all those years was that I had people that I could count on. Now that they've decided I'm some sort of wild animal, I no longer have the support I did when I was "under control." No f$*&ing wonder I'm sliding backwards.
People seem to view MY past with rose-colored glasses, conveniently forgetting the two suicide attempts, numerous mental breakdowns, and recreational drug use that I went through in the past decade. All, mind you, while I was ON the medication. In the last two or three years, I cleaned myself up, and started to get my life together, and NOW, at the CRUCIAL POINT, I lose the support of all of my friends and family.
I am taking care of people who don't even care about me. Take, for example, my girlfriend's mother. I buy her groceries, even on my $8.50 an hour paycheck, and even delivered and installed a washer and dryer in her apartment. Now, all of a sudden, she's decided that she is the center of the f!*&ing universe. I am persona non grata at her home, because I interfere with her work (she works from home as a computer programmer), even though she spends zero time with her daughter, who still lives with her, or her son, who doesn't.
As of now, I have spent the last year bending over backwards for people who show no sign of wanting to help me. Even a thank you would be enough. Instead, I'm damn near broke, borrowing money from family members to pay for an education I don't even want, and living in my car.
I am about to go off the deep end. I need some respect for once, and I need someone to tell me that I don't belong in an insane asylum. I am almost twenty-four g%~$&#n years old, and I'm being treated like a f$&$ing child. I don't know where to go. Help me get my life back together.
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Well, if my opinion counts for anything, I'd say you're a good person and don't belong in an asylum. I've known my share of people, those that are on medication, those that aren't and those that should be. I've also always been a believer that (most of the time) prescription medication is like a pair of crutches. There to help you get better until you no longer need them.
This isn't to say that there aren't cases where medication is needed full-time, same as wheelchairs and other tools for differently-abled people. But they are the minority, especially when it comes to 'mental problems'.
You seem like a good guy from all the stuff here on the boards and I will definitely say I respect you and you got my support if you need/want it.
Hell, I went through a meltdown myself a few years back (came from my wife leaving me, then the divorce, then finding someone new that I fell for too quickly who wound up cheating on my 8 weeks after we started going out). Through that time, I got professional help from a psychiatrist (prescribed some 'calming' pills), then a psychologist, then some time just going to different support systems (religion, message boards, etc.). What it all came down to in the end was just getting back to normal on my own terms. After I figured that out, I was able to finally get away from all the other stuff I was 'crutching' on.
About two months ago, I finally got off of a course of anti-anxiety drugs that I'd been taking for the better part of the last decade. I feel, not exactly better, but more like myself--I have more energy, show more emotion, and feel in control of all my faculties.
The problem is, no one else thinks so. As soon as I told people that I'd stopped taking the drugs, they started to tell me that I was a "completely different person," and that I seemed "dangerous." I feel almost no difference, but everyone's pre-conceived notions of what a "crazy person" must be like are getting in their way, and, more importantly, MINE.
I don't think the medication did a single iota of good. I've always been an angry person, on or off the medication. I used to get in a lot of fights, and I still lose my temper occasionally. Since I concluded the drugs were not working, I decided that I'd try stopping the drugs and learning to just control myself.
Unfortunately, the larger part of what was keeping me from completely losing control all those years was that I had people that I could count on. Now that they've decided I'm some sort of wild animal, I no longer have the support I did when I was "under control." No f~*!ing wonder I'm sliding backwards.
People seem to view MY past with rose-colored glasses, conveniently forgetting the two suicide attempts, numerous mental breakdowns, and recreational drug use that I went through in the past decade. All, mind you, while I was ON the medication. In the last two or three years, I cleaned myself up, and started to get my life together, and NOW, at the CRUCIAL POINT, I lose the support of all of my friends and family.
I am taking care of people who don't even care about me. Take, for example, my girlfriend's mother. I buy her groceries, even on my $8.50 an hour paycheck, and even delivered and installed a washer and dryer in her apartment. Now, all of a sudden, she's decided that she is the center of the f~*!ing universe. I am persona non grata at her home, because I...
Check your Gmail.
Cancer finally claimed my mom last night. At least her suffering is over.
My condolences, that's a hard road. I hope you're OK.
About two months ago, I finally got off of a course of anti-anxiety drugs that I'd been taking for the better part of the last decade. I feel, not exactly better, but more like myself--I have more energy, show more emotion, and feel in control of all my faculties.
The problem is, no one else thinks so. As soon as I told people that I'd stopped taking the drugs, they started to tell me that I was a "completely different person," and that I seemed "dangerous." I feel almost no difference, but everyone's pre-conceived notions of what a "crazy person" must be like are getting in their way, and, more importantly, MINE.
I don't think the medication did a single iota of good. I've always been an angry person, on or off the medication. I used to get in a lot of fights, and I still lose my temper occasionally. Since I concluded the drugs were not working, I decided that I'd try stopping the drugs and learning to just control myself.
Unfortunately, the larger part of what was keeping me from completely losing control all those years was that I had people that I could count on. Now that they've decided I'm some sort of wild animal, I no longer have the support I did when I was "under control." No f~#!ing wonder I'm sliding backwards.
People seem to view MY past with rose-colored glasses, conveniently forgetting the two suicide attempts, numerous mental breakdowns, and recreational drug use that I went through in the past decade. All, mind you, while I was ON the medication. In the last two or three years, I cleaned myself up, and started to get my life together, and NOW, at the CRUCIAL POINT, I lose the support of all of my friends and family.
I am taking care of people who don't even care about me. Take, for example, my girlfriend's mother. I buy her groceries, even on my $8.50 an hour paycheck, and even delivered and installed a washer and dryer in her apartment. Now, all of a sudden, she's decided that she is the center of the f~#!ing universe. I am persona non grata at her home, because I...
Is the Army out of the question? It really helped me to get myself together, and if you pick the right MOS you get to blow stuff up!
I wish I had more constructive input. You seem like a sharp guy.
Another though might be a trade apprenticeship with a union if there is any work in your area.
Cancer finally claimed my mom last night. At least her suffering is over.My condolences. Suffering or not, losing a parent is always hard. I wish you the strenghth to stand through your loss.
Echoed here as well.
taig, I am so sorry for your loss. There just aren't adequate words for something like that. *hugs*
Cancer finally claimed my mom last night. At least her suffering is over.
Taig, I'm sorry man. That's a considerable loss. I remember when I lost my grandmother due to a rare lung disorder(originally called Blackburn's disease after her, it now has a name as long as my arm) that caused her to slow down and linger. When she passed, I acknowledged the importance of the end of her suffering, but I still miss her every day. She will always be with you and in you, and I hope that knowledge brings you some comfort.
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Next time, you could Google for No-Kill Shelters:
Google
Even in summer there're still people willing to handle bottle babies.
A little effort can save a cat/dog etc.
Trust me, I volunteer at one, my mother used to run one, and all my animals are from one...
Times like today is when I wonder whether sapients are actually "worth" more than truly innocent creatures such as she ... I hope that if I have to do this again, it is for the same reason: I cannot do any better, vet included.
But, as to the OP, and the point of this thread.
Heh. Not worth typing out, so we'll just sum up with the standard "FML" and leave it at that. ;)
That's heartbreaking. Sometimes, though, it's just time, and it's something you have to do if you love your pet. I know it doesn't make it any easier though.I have to kill my friend soon. Sometimes responsibility truly sucks.
He's been a good friend.
Yeah, it sucks ass. He would probably have a couple more good years if some punk ass b$!&$ two bit local dealer didn't think it would be fun to stomp him and crush his hips when he was a puppy. If there is any justice in the universe somebody is smoking a turd in hell.
In any case, it falls to me to end his pain. I can't control his pain, and I'm powerless to heal him. Sometime our best is an utter failure.
All I have left is to stop his hurt.
EDIT: Thanks for the thoughts CH!
Sorry to hear your news Taig, and yours too Bitter Thorn.
Thanks.