Rant VIII: The Reckoning

So why can't I just have ONE single fucking image when you keep forcing me back to having a solid colour background?
Should just have to right click on the desktop, and choose "Personalize". Then click on "Desktop Background".
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Then browse to the folder the picture is in, and make sure you have a check in the corner of just the picture you want. You might have to clear all, then select your picture.
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THAT'S. NOT. WORKING. I'm not a moron. I know that's what I'm supposed to do. And I've tried it MULTIPLE times, but all that happens every fucking time is when I hit save changes, it goes back to the previous screen WITH THE SOLID COLOUR SETTING.
 
Did you try saving the theme?[DOUBLEPOST=1393020425,1393020347][/DOUBLEPOST]Otherwise, I honestly couldn't tell you. I did just that and it worked fine.
 
http://superuser.com/questions/495089/unable-to-change-wallpaper

Just followed some of these instructions and it finally - FINALLY worked. For fuck's sake, it should not be that hard to change a fucking background. I hate Windows 8.

I'm sorry for all the yelling and swearing. I hate my life these days. Sleeping schedule is all fucked up, no job, no friends, haven't left the house or even showered in several days, on the verge of having to move back in with my parents which is just going to make everything worse.
 
Dirona's moving way farther than I am. I'm only going half that distance, and the company is paying professional movers to do it for me. I'm not concerned about the move, it's just the fact I am probably moving :-|
If I may...
(also, in my case the organization pays for the hauling of loot as well).

As someone who's done the 'move to an entirely new place (where you know no one) for work' thing 5 times now, DO EET! It's a great way to see the country, meet new peeps, and try to reinvent yourself in subtle (or not so subtle) ways if you are so inclined. It's a fascinating procedure, and you'll learn lots.
 
If I may...
(also, in my case the organization pays for the hauling of loot as well).

As someone who's done the 'move to an entirely new place (where you know no one) for work' thing 5 times now, DO EET! It's a great way to see the country, meet new peeps, and try to reinvent yourself in subtle (or not so subtle) ways if you are so inclined. It's a fascinating procedure, and you'll learn lots.
All that is the exact reason why I'd be doing it. It helps that it's a significant step up to a VP level position and doubling my salary. But the opportunity to start new and fresh is really really exciting.
 
B

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Good news: the flat I got yesterday is still covered under warranty if the tire place can repair it.

Bad news: hit a pothole on the way to the tire place and now my spare is destroyed.

So now I'm waiting to get towed to the tire place. Awesome.
 
So I've finally started pulling out of the depressive funk today. Went to the gym, sold a bunch of comics and stuff to a local buy/sell/trade place. Bought a comic with new money. One of the thing I sold was a sound bar for my TV that I picked up at the store I worked for seasonally this past Christmas.

However, just now, I tried watching something on Netflix after said sound bar had been removed.

And I'm getting no sound.

No goddamn idea why, either. Everything plugged in where it all used to be (just the HDMI cord). Tried fiddling around with the audio settings on my TV but still nothing.

:([DOUBLEPOST=1393124873,1393124698][/DOUBLEPOST]Ah HA! Switched the HDMI to the other port and boom. I can has sound again.

Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, here I come!
 
Friday night my left ankle was a bit sore, nothing unusual. Saturday I woke up during the early morning with a horrible pain multiple times. Spent the whole day in an ankle brace and walking with a cane. This morning it is 10 times worse. With my job being to walk for 4 hours, I get the feeling this won't be better by Monday night. Fuck.
 
I can't sleep. I'm hurt inside, and I don't know how to fix it. I hate this feeling.

And the day was going so well.
 
I haev uncontrollable nervous spasms sometimes - probably Gille de la Tourette, though I've never been diagnozed. Anyway, most of the time I can limit it to twitching my lip or nose, stretching my arms in a bit of a weird way, whatever, and sort-of cover it. Sometimes it decides it's time to have my abdomen/midriff twitching and jerking, which is way more annoying, can't properly be hidden, and is a bloody nuisance when sitting at a desk or driving a car.

Now, my body has decided that having an involuntary muscle spasm is just what I needed in my lower left hip/pelvis. Where I'm already suffering from a hernia. Every twitch has me screaming in pain and pulling away. Seriously, if this doesn't let up...Well, I dunno - I know painkillers can't completely numb this, and even complete immobilization doesn't stop the spasms, only medical paralysation - but if I take enoguh paralytics to stop this I can't walk around anymore, so....Yeah. That sucks.
 
I can't sleep. I'm hurt inside, and I don't know how to fix it. I hate this feeling.

And the day was going so well.
It's still hanging on me like a shroud. I can't shake it off. Every minor mistake is magnified, every victory is diminished. I feel it constantly, I can't sleep more than a few hours a night, and I feel like my life is falling apart at the seams. I know that it's in my head, and I can't get it out. And the only remedies I know of are unavailable to me right now.
 
Still sore but going to work anyways. I think I'm going to make it a super short night though and call my boss with the news from there. The place I work for is pretty lenient.
 
My dog is close to the end, but he won't give up. Every time I think he's done for, he makes a come back. I'm not complaining, I love him and love having him around. It's just that his weight is down way too far. He needs to eat better, but won't. When I decide it's probably time, he starts eating again. I can't give up on him. He never did on me.
 
My dog is close to the end, but he won't give up. Every time I think he's done for, he makes a come back. I'm not complaining, I love him and love having him around. It's just that his weight is down way too far. He needs to eat better, but won't. When I decide it's probably time, he starts eating again. I can't give up on him. He never did on me.
My most recently deceased cat lasted almost a year and a half past what I thought he would, then he kinda obviously started to go downhill all at once over a couple days. He probably could've lived another week, but it would've been uncomfortable for both of us.

--Patrick
 
My most recently deceased cat lasted almost a year and a half past what I thought he would, then he kinda obviously started to go downhill all at once over a couple days. He probably could've lived another week, but it would've been uncomfortable for both of us.

--Patrick
That's about where I'm at. The vet himself has said he's lived 2 years longer than he thought he would, and has said I'm one of the few he's met to put so much into a pet. I originally brought my dog in to him put him to sleep, but he gave him a new lease on life.

It's just hard seeing the good days. Maybe it's selfish. I still see the puppy when he gets excited and runs down the driveway to me though.
 
I originally brought my dog in to him put him to sleep, but he gave him a new lease on life. It's just hard seeing the good days. Maybe it's selfish. I still see the puppy when he gets excited and runs down the driveway to me though.
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...or Death. It still hurts, but to fight it is sheer folly.

--Patrick
 
My dog is close to the end, but he won't give up. Every time I think he's done for, he makes a come back. I'm not complaining, I love him and love having him around. It's just that his weight is down way too far. He needs to eat better, but won't. When I decide it's probably time, he starts eating again. I can't give up on him. He never did on me.
This is my older dog right now. The vet can't believe she's still kicking around.
 
My dog is close to the end, but he won't give up. Every time I think he's done for, he makes a come back. I'm not complaining, I love him and love having him around. It's just that his weight is down way too far. He needs to eat better, but won't. When I decide it's probably time, he starts eating again. I can't give up on him. He never did on me.
We went through this exact process before my Lab passed a few years ago. He wasn't in the best shape, but the vet told us he's let us know when he was ready to go; he'd stop eating, etc. But he never did. We finally had to except that he was basically putting on a "brave face" for us and his quality of life had slipped so far that keeping him this way was doing him more harm than good. Considering we had rescued him from "death row" at about 7 months and he ended up living until 13 1/2 years, we knew he had a good life, but it was so hard to let him go. He was smart and loyal and very much a part of our family.

Just remember to do what you think is best for him. Sometimes it's kinder to relieve his suffering than making him go on. I have no doubt you love him a lot, and that's what makes it hard to make the decision to do what's best for us, or best for him.
 
Been back since Sunday night. It was a hard week. I only met most of my girlfriend's family once, just recently over New Years, and so this second visit, for her nephew's funeral was pretty drastically different way to get to know the family.

I met her nephew during that first visit, he'd played a game of Catan with a group of us - did better than I did! He was different from most kids around that age, in some ways, and in other ways he was the quintessential teenager, trying to be older, but stuck asking mom for permission. So polite, and empathetic. Funeral was on Friday. I still feel sad. I'm worried for my girlfriend's brother and his girlfriend.

Anyway.
 
My hips and pelvis really hurt.

Like, tears of pain kind of hurt.

I feel like my doctor hasn't been taking me seriously concerning the amount of pain and trouble I have had during the pregnancy. I am hesitant to even mention things to her anymore, despite her being my physician since I was born. I can barely do the work required of me at my job anymore! I'd really like to be approved for some early Mat leave or sick leave or something but I can't make anyone LISTEN. I also still have low blood pressure and randomly get dizzy so it makes doing anything a gamble.

I'm so frustrated.
 
LittleSin said:
My hips and pelvis really hurt. Like, tears of pain kind of hurt. I feel like my doctor hasn't been taking me seriously concerning the amount of pain and trouble I have had during the pregnancy. I am hesitant to even mention things to her anymore, despite her being my physician since I was born. I can barely do the work required of me at my job anymore! I'd really like to be approved for some early Mat leave or sick leave or something but I can't make anyone LISTEN. I also still have low blood pressure and randomly get dizzy so it makes doing anything a gamble. I'm so frustrated.
If you feel like your doctor isn't listening, then go to another doctor and get a second opinion. Don't mess around. I know it's hard to go behind the back of a doctor you have been with forever, but trust your instincts when you think there may be something wrong. Better to be wrong than to be right and do nothing.
 
My hips and pelvis really hurt.

Like, tears of pain kind of hurt.

I feel like my doctor hasn't been taking me seriously concerning the amount of pain and trouble I have had during the pregnancy. I am hesitant to even mention things to her anymore, despite her being my physician since I was born. I can barely do the work required of me at my job anymore! I'd really like to be approved for some early Mat leave or sick leave or something but I can't make anyone LISTEN. I also still have low blood pressure and randomly get dizzy so it makes doing anything a gamble.

I'm so frustrated.
Get another doctor. You don't fuck around with stuff like this, and loyalty to a doctor you've had a long time does you no good if they refuse to listen to their patient.
 
Get another doctor. You don't fuck around with stuff like this, and loyalty to a doctor you've had a long time does you no good if they refuse to listen to their patient.
Seriously. My grandmother's lifelong doctor assured her that her chronic, nigh-debilitating pain was due to the way she carried herself when she walked.

Oops, turns out it is pancreatic cancer that's spread beyond treatment. Oh well. Ordering tests is so hard.

If she had seen another doctor sooner, we would have caught this sooner, possibly by over a year...

By the way, I'm not trying to say you probably have cancer or anything especially dangerous, but I'm trying to say that though your doctor should be your advocate, sometimes you have to be your own advocate. Either demand she order some tests, blood work, x-rays, biopsies, whatever whatever, or go see a doctor who will not dismiss your pain.

Also I guess I'm ranting about the shoddy service provided to my grandmother.
 
What absolutely everyone else said - your doc's job is to at least pretend to listen to what your body is doing, and that is not happening. Go elsewhere. You're not betraying them by seeking help when they are unwilling to provide such.
 
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