B*TCHFest...Whinefest...whatever

 





















For you NEW KIDS, HERE ARE THE RULES: 

"B*TCHFest"  is provided as a public service to those of us who have gripes and grievances but who (whom?), for whatever reason, lack a regular forum in which to air them. You are welcome to voice any problems - large or small, important, mundane or ridiculous -  that currently have your panties wadded, your shorts frosted and your gears ground. Don't hold them in and risk future medical issues, wrinkles and/or those pesky gray hairs.

ANY and ALL issues that are plaguing you are open for you to voice; there are no "sacred cows." They say that "feelings aren't facts", so if you're feeling it, it's legit to you. NO ONE is allowed to flame a poster for something he or she writes, however commiseration is not only welcomed but encouraged. Please, no personal attacks against other OH members (at least, not by name) and  ABSOLUTELY NO SURGERY WARS!

I'll start you off with a few gripes of mine, and you all can join in at any time! No limits - come back as many times as you like!

WARNING! Adult content ahead! Posts may (and probably will) contain "adult" content and language. I know that MINE will. Rated TV-MA.



I'm in a really ****ty, depressed mood. Not to sound like a broken record, but I am so ******g sick of not being able to find a full time, permanent job after three ******g years. Why doesn't anyone want to hire me?

I feel so completely and utterly useless and demoralized that I just want to sit here today on my pity pot, have a big boo-hoo and tell the rest of the world to leave me the **** alone. Actually, what I really want to do is eat. A LOT. Like I used to be able to do. A WHOLE, bigass bag of Doritos. Half a damn pizza. Supersize McD's.

Add to that the fact that I hate the way I look. LOVE everything from the waist up, HATE everything from the waist down. And I totally despise everything between my ears. Why can't WLS cure EVERYTHING, dammit! 

Okay. That's it for me. Your turn.

I don't even care about my weight gain today because for the last few days eating has not been on my mind at all.  Too much stress.  And now I am just sad, I wanted to bring this nice homeless man I met last week some warm clothes, I got my bf to donate some things to my cause and when I went to look for my homeless friend today I couldn't find him but I saw so many other homeless people, I came into work crying.  I guess I try not to see how bad it is every day, not that I look away but I guess I try not to record it in my brain, well today because I was actively seeking someone made me really look and all I saw was utter sadness and despair.  I really feel awful, and to think I sit around whining because I gained ten pounds and my jeans are snug when there are people who don't know where their next meal is going to come from.  So sad.

Yes I totally need this today. I've been fuming since monday

I have a direct ***** fest towards my former employer who fired me for no good reason other than he found a clerical error that amounted to 100 dollars and then started wildly accusing me of embezzling.  This is a job that I've had for almost 3 years, he found no other errors, but suddenly I'm stealing?!?  Seriously!

Then he disputed my unemployment and told them I quit. They denied me benefits. Really? Of course I'm appealing it, and I have another job already, I had a job within 6 days of leaving there, but its not the point! The point is, what if I couldn't find a job, he ****** me out of 26 weeks of benefits that I'm entitled to.  He told them I quit, when he fired me.  Why do they believe him and not me?  Employees have no rights, if we weren't living paycheck to paycheck as it is, I would hire a lawyer and sue that ******  I'm still tempted as I wait on my appeal.  I have been waking up in the morning just stewing about this situation. I know the big picture says its only 1 or 2 weeks of benefits, but so ******g what? I deserve that damn 378 a week, I have worked for it, is that not the point of having unemployment benefits. You earn them and then you get them when you NEED it.

I want revenge, I want to call the customers that I know he screwed money out of over the past three years and tell them everything. I figure if he can **** me out of my benefits, I can **** him out of his cash flow.

yes I want to be petty and *****y and be a big fat vengeful "see you next tuesday" about all this, I don't want to turn the other cheek, or forgive or take the high road, I want BLOOD.

 

whew

I am angry that my plastic surgeon missed the fact that I have so many blood clots that go from the top of my thigh to the middle of my shim. I am angry that I can't get the last drain removed until I have less than thirty. I'm putting out about forty five a day right now. grrrr. i'm angry at him, plastics guy, for not visiting me when I was in the hospital last week. I'm angry at my oldest son for not visiting me while I was in the hospital last week. Grrrr. I'm just mad at everyone!

 A good friend was shot and killed this week, he was an off duty officer who stepped in to try and stop a robbery in progress and lost his life for it. I am heartbroken for his family and those who knew him, he really was a remarkable person who did not deserve to die this way. They got the guys who did it this morning, and while it does not bring Mike back, it does give me a small amount of satisfaction.

My condolences to you and the family of your friend.

So sorry about the unemployment situation - it is as stressful as about anything you can go through. Hubby is unemployed and I speak from knowledge. I swear unemployment is mentally harder on him that being the sole income is on me.

Dunno what to offer but my heartfelt empathy. Please step away from the Doritos.

I'm so glad you posted today cuz I was gonna ***** and moan to someone somewhere!

First of all I'm SICK of the new pop ups that plague the pages! You cannot get around them, even if they have an X to click them out. I don't know if I can avoid these popups on my computer since it's on a network....I have no control over it that I know of. They're really ******g me off.

My mom went into the ER a month ago with a UTI. What prompted the ambulance ride that rainy Sunday night was the fact that she had fallen 3x during that week and was getting progressively worse. One of the falls she doesn't remember--at all. When she falls, rarely, she trips over something. This was different.

What apparently happened in the fall was a head slam that resulted in a subdural hematoma. Had she not gotten her secondary infection that week (probably already lurking around in there) she would have had a 'brain drill' on both sides of her head to release the old and new blood. She's been having severe stabbing headaches since then.

She could not go home under the cir****tances (she was too weak to walk with her walker) so we had no choice but to stick her temporarily in a nursing home. When they asked me where would we like to go we're like "Uh, this is our first rodeo, WTF?" kinda thing....so I opted for the one closest to home and my BF's house.

BF has been great, I moved myself and my two dogs into his house without any talking about it....he has totally stepped up to the plate and it's been great (working off of about 5 outfits and doing a lot of laundry!) especially so I don't have to worry about the dogs. However, I do have two cats and my own house that I miss terribly....I take care of the cats every other day. So far they are not too pissed at me ;-)

It has been a series of dropped balls getting my mom back on track and prepped for this surgery. It was scheduled for tomorrow, but it was canceled late yesterday afternoon. She STILL has an infection in her UT!! She had a urine and blood test done last Friday. Friday afternoon the prelim report came out and she was positive for bacteria (but no culture growth as of yesterday) and her WBCs were high. Obviously something going wrong in there, and it ****** me off to no end that the nursing home didn't catch it. It is a ******g act of congress to get her a full shower/shampoo etc. They are SO overrun with much needier patients I guess. But knowing that she has to be transported in a wheelchair and that I have to take off work to be with her for testing (that takes HOURS) and yesterday could have totally been prevented, she could have BEEN on antibiotics since last week, really chaps my ass. Why the nurses or the home Doctor didn't see this or comment just blows me away.

Her headaches are so bad she still cannot walk alone. Her balance is distorted, any movement causes her to be nauseous. I visit 4x a week at least, after a 40 hour week and emotionally I am absolutely exhausted. I insisted I'd give her a shower and shampoo last Sunday. She said it was equal to a religious experience! They were like "hey, knock yourself out" and I about went postal. She is actually enjoying her PT, ST and OT, and hates to admit it but is enjoying the socialness of the home despite its drawbacks. A week ago Saturday her roomie was puking and had projectile diarrhea. Great. Greeeeeeaaaat. Monday mom had it and by Tuesday night, you guessed it, so did I. The nursing home flu. BF fought it off for a week but came down with it yesterday. I swear I haven't been that slammed down and sick for 20 years!! OMG my childhood came rushing back ;-)  Lost 10lbs though. That was the only remotely decent thing about the episode.

So mom is back at the home with an uncertain surgery date, but I do agree with them, the 2nd bacteria she got was Pseudomonas which is quite nasty and is penicillin resisant. Her first one was the dreaded E. coli which is apparently the most common one in urine. If you get it in your digestive tract it's a whole different story. (side note, I've had your regular good old food poisoning as well as salmonella [which in hindsight was probably E. coli] and let me tell you, the salmonella made me want to die). Mom was weeping so sadly yesterday, just wanting to get this over with so she hopefully eradicate the headaches, and resume our quiet homelife. I haven't slept in my own bed either for a month......and I can't believe how much I miss it, as much as I love my BF.

I just have to say that the squeaky wheel DOES get the grease and you have to be your own advocate in anything, especially medicine or you suck hind teat. You don't have to be ****ty, you just have to be firm.

Okay, now, that is all. I feel a tiny bit better.

Feel guilty that this is my biggest gripe today. Sorry for everyone else's troubles......

I've never used this thread before, but who knows maybe it will help to take a load off!

RNY in July, short term disability until October due to complications from said RNY, Laid off October 4th(been expecting it a long time so no big deal), adopted puppy October 4th. Have been the sole bread winner since September 2010 and hubby was great about keeping up the housework. Now we are both full time students only he is on campus and mine is all on-line so I am home with the new puppy all the time, driving hubby back and forth to classes 5 days a week, keeping up with my own school assignments, taking care of all of the household finances, housework, laundry, puppy, proofing and editing all of hubby's papers, getting hubby back and forth to airports for out of state on-site interviews, fighting sinus infection, making it to my needed dr appointments, trying to find CHEAP fitting clothing about every other week or so, obedience classes for the pup every week, private training sessions for pup, arranging puppy daycare for study days, trying to make sure we gather all medical, dental and vision records to take with us wherever we end up moving to, trying to research areas we may be moving to find affordable but decent living accomodations, trying to keep the puppy occupied while hubby does homework at home after being on campus all day, and on and on and freakin on!!! I am exhausted all the time, my hair is falling out, I haven't had the chance or the energy to go get my labs drawn, my "friends" are nowhere to be found unless they need something, my hubby *****es if I ask him to keep the dog busy for two ******g hours a week so that I can actually get some of my homework done, *****es that I am paying for ONE day of puppy daycare while he is out of town next week so that I can have a study, homework, quiz taking day, *****ing that the house is a disaster area but not doing much to help might I add, I am seriously ready to have a ******g meltdown! Everywhere I turn there is another stressor or stressing situation and I really want 2 hours to myself to take a ******g bath...is that really too much to ask?

Holy Crap, woman!!!

Wait until your hubby gets home and then lock yourself in the bathroom with a cup of tea and all your "feel good" stuff. Don't come out until YOU feel like it! (from the sounds of things you may be there a while)