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Complaints, whines, despair
I have a migraine. I have had it for two days.
I left my purse at home today. I realized this after I already placed my order at a drive thru. I had to scrape together my toll change just to be able to get one small item out of my order.
I am in a depression rut. I have some things going on in my personal life that are breaking me down and I am scared.
Re: Complaints, whines, despair
That sucks, Winged.
We are supposed to go to my parents' today and J is sick, which makes him the #1 whiniest whiner in the world.
I hope things get better for you, Winger.
My BFFs are flying back from Germany through Logan on Sunday and they want me to meet them during their layover. I kinda don't want to because I don't want to hear about their awesome trip because I'm butthurt that I didn't go.
Also: I need to make more friends around here.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Oh Winger. I'm sorry you're having a shiit day and going through a hard time. That's rough kiddo. Hang in there. We're here for you.
I have no vents. I took the day off today. I should be working on a work project or cleaning the house, but I'm going to catch up on Gossip Girl and Project Runway, then go shopping and maybe happy hour.
I'm sorry, that all sucks. Do you not want to share the personal life stuff? Ive had a few dark spiral periods in my life and they are no fun at all.
I'm tired. I think I saw a ghost last night.
Reading the navy + shoes post reminded me that my dog ate the only pair of expensive shoes I'll ever own. I bought them on sale on amazon not realizing they were that expensive at full price and now I can't afford to replace them.
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My H will be home from midtour leave in a few weeks. I know he realizes I've lost my damned mind this deployment but I'm not really sure he knows just how moody, depressed, and twitchy I've gotten. I'm kind of worried about that.
My girlchild irritates the living piss out of me from time to time. If she could just do her damned homework without whining or looking like she was going to cry, it would help with that moody, depressed, and twitchy bit I just mentioned.
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Aw Winged, I'm sorry you're having a rough time. You have lots of people (myself included) that you can lean on, you know.
My favorite jeans are getting holes in the thighs from rubbing together. I don't know what makes me more depressed, the jeans or the fact that my innerthighs can wear out pants.
I've been a little down lately too -- it always happens to me after Labor Day.
I have brought my gym bag with me every day this week, but haven't worked out once.
sorry winged
my coworker has been hacking up a lung all week and I wish she would just go home so I didn't have to listen to her.
I've been a little blue myself lately, I miss my H. We don't really get to see each other during the week and this weekend I'm working Saturday and then Sunday I have to go to my neice's buy my *** party.
I'm sorry. I hope you figure it all out soon.
I'm sending you my love, winged. I don't like the hear that you're so down, you're scared. All things pass. All things have a way of working out. Please know that you have oddles of people who are here for you and want to help see you through it.
My complaints are vein related. I hate what my legs look like. I'm mortified at what my vagina has become. The pain sucks, but the visual is somehow worse... My only saving grace is that it's getting cooler and jeans cover up the train wreck that is my lower half. All superficial, yes. I just hope to God it goes away after birth.
Thanks everyone.
Hezz, my legs were shiit before the pregnancy so that was nothing new, but my vagina also had some issues. It all went away. I hope the same for you.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
But it is some other stuff too.
I'm really sorry that you're going through crap Winger, but I agree, everything passes, and I hope that when this passes, it puts you back into a good place. Like the back seat of my car.
I am contemplating quitting weight watchers because I'm paying to go to the meetings and am gaining weight like I'm getting ready for an ice age.
3 out of 4 dead babies agree! pepsi is better than coke! - EdithBouvierBeale
Lordy. Grow some balls and stop lurking. It's like stealing from the internet. Jesuschrist. -- AudreyHorne
I hate love and marriage. I got married so I could destroy these things from the inside. - NoisyPenguin
It's a good thing my circle of trust is as giant as my vagina. That only leaves a couple people out. - Cali
I'm sorry Wanger. That sucks. I imagine with the most recent friend drama, a new baby, and seasons changing it is pretty easy to be bummed out. I hope you feel better.
My whines:
I have to go for an u/s because the doctors think babypoo might be a heifer.
I am having one of those periods at work where I am overwhelmed but am paralyzed with fear on how to get it together.
Hezz has made me afraid to investigate my vagina.
Non whine: Speaking on vaginas, Linus has adapted to his shiny new one rather nicely.
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
Becoming a parent can rock your world pretty hardcore, even when you don't realize it is happening. I hope you are being kind to yourself and taking time just for you to re-charge.
Sorry your having a rough time, Winger.
I don't have any complaints right now because I spend all day in my house by myself : I guess that is a complaint.
Claire Elizabeth 12/31/2011
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I am getting mixed signals from you groomz.
Um, my gripe got long. Sorry.
My gripe is probably petty, but it's pissing me the eff off right now. So. I have a roommate. She and I are good friends and I love her like a sister. BUT. I am pissed right now. Last night, I worked until like 10:30, came home, she was out. I get ready for bed and she comes home during that time. About 5 minutes after I go to bed, she knocks on the door and tells me to be careful in the kitchen because the wine rack on the fridge fell and three bottles broke and there may be glass. I was like, okay, did you get it all up from around the dog bowls? "Well, um, I think so". Great. My dog was already in bed with me, so I figured I'd check in the morning. Sure enough, quite a few small pieces and a couple HUGE pieces of glass behind, beside and in front of dog bowls. So I pick them up to sweep and the flucking mats underneath them are stuck to the floor because she didn't pick them up and soak up the wine that got under there. So I pick all that up, sweep, etc. Go to throw glass in trash. Realize all the glass that she did pick up is still in the trash and has slashed the bag to pieces, leaving rank, cheap peach wine all in the trash can. So, I took that out, hosed out the trash can and then mopped the flucking floor because she didn't bother to do that either.
And now I'm bitching.
Edited to fix awful formatting because I'm an HTML dummy.
My period started with a vengeance this morning. Since Mr. Spiderman passed out early last night, this means no anniversary sex for the next few days. Thankfully someone at work thought it wise to leave out leftover cake so I can console myself with that.
I'm still pissed at Fenton.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Angie, I'd say as long as you don't feel an incredibly painful aching when you're standing longer than 30 seconds, or notice your underwear bulging like you have huge man balls, or better yet - can still feel definition between your clitoris, your inner labia, and outer labia that you're most likely in the clear.
NO ONE EFFING TOLD ME THIS COULD HAPPEN!!!!!
aww, I'm so sorry Winger. I'll be thinking of you. : (
I don't know if it's a complaint, per se, because I WANT some progress, but I have a head firmly lodged in my cervix after some contractions last night. I am kind of walking like I'm sitting on a bowling ball. I have a dr. appt at noon today and I usually decline internals but I'm a little curious. Still, I think I'll decline.
And Hezz, I also have an extra labia which is actually a vein that is large and flappy like a big labia. : ( I got it pretty much right after my giant labia cyst went away, so my poor labias have been having some issues. I am hoping it goes away after birth too.
Cali, are you pissed at me about Oct. 30? Do you hate patriots?
"As of page 2 this might be the most boring argument ever. It's making me long for Rape Day." - Mouse
Big Hugs Winger. I don't like that you are having a tough time. Let me know if you need to talk. At least we get to see eachother soon. Fall means Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving means seeing you.
My period also came with a vengance at 4 am this morning. So no, I am not pregnant. I thought this was going to be our month, oh well. The more time that creaps by, the closer we get to the referal to the specialist. I'm just not sure I want to go that route. Not that I don't want to be a mom, but I don't think I want it enough to go through something like IVF. Stupid Kidney transplant sperm killing drugs.
Winged that sucks. I'll be thinking of you. I hope things become more clear soon, and you can start to identify a path towards happiness.
My only whine today is that I just got off the phone with the doctor and found out that M will have to have at least 4 visits, each for multiple shots. I knew we were going to have to get him all his vaccinations, but they kept telling me we'd be able to skip/combine some because of his age. So this is the reduced/accelerated schedule, and he's still getting almost 20 sticks. This for a boy who's been in and out of the hospital/doctor's offices non-stop since we met him and who hates needles. I hate this part.
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Winged, I am sorry you are feeling down. Though I don't know what you are going through, I can empathize with being in a depression rut and being scared and not knowing what to do.
I have lots of complaints, I will try to be brief. I've had a week. Well, I've had a lot of weeks. I can't even get into my work complaints. Ay yay yay.
I don't think I got the job in Denver that I had the oral exam for. I never got a call back about a final interview so I have lost hope. It has sent me into a downward spiral. Shiit has just not been going my way and this was a crushing blow. What if I never leave Reno? I shudder to think.
I have gained so much weight and I blame the miscarriage and the resulting depression and lack of motivation. This was my 4th m/c and after each one, I have so much rebuilding to do - both mentally and physically. It doesn't help that this last pregnancy, I had a heartrate restriction of 120 bpm. If I am not exercising regularly and intensly, I gain weight looking at food. The only way I know how to break that cycle is to not get pregnant again, and I have no idea if I am ready for that step. I mean, I do NOT want to do IVF or be pg again, but I'm not sure I'm ready to give up, either. I am confused and also disgusted with myself (about the weight, not the m/c; I know those are not my fault).
I could go on and on, but I'll spare you my black cloud of despair.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!