How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

[Harbinger of Kali Yuga]

More of my asparagus is sprouting up. Good god that stuff grows fast once it gets going.

 

[Neighborhood Curmudgeon]

I had a long week and I'm glad it's over.

Spoiler: I hate clown world...

Long story short, some dirtbag homeless tried to steal my catalytic converter. Fortunately, he failed but I still needed to take my car in. I filed a police report too. In addition to that, my coworkers, who are all liberal, actually sympathized with the homeless guy instead of me. One of my coworkers actually had the nerve to tell me, "He was someone's child once." As though that somehow made it okay. Another coworker was actually offended that I was upset about my car being vandalized. I didn't have a meltdown, cuss, rant, or do anything awful, but he didn't like that I was pissed off about my car because the scumbag who did it happened to be from a "vulnerable demographic" as he so snidely put it.

Besides that whole ordeal, I had a good but very long week.

 

[Swagstika]

I snapped a ligament clean off the bone over two months back and had to have emergency surgery. I figured it would be fairly straightforward: Surgery, cast, supportive brace, rehabilitation and after about a year or so, all there would be left would be a massive scar.

But two months in, and I’m struggling.

The swelling and muscle tone loss makes it look like shit, so I can barely stand to look at the limb.

I’m so stiff and sore that every day, normal functions are still a real chore.

But most of all, I just really struggle with the mental aspects of the whole thing, and it makes me feel pathetic.

It´s not something I can share with those around me.

I’m pathetic and I hate it so much.

 

[Betonhaus]

I had a long week and I'm glad it's over.

Spoiler: I hate clown world...

Long story short, some dirtbag homeless tried to steal my catalytic converter. Fortunately, he failed but I still needed to take my car in. I filed a police report too. In addition to that, my coworkers, who are all liberal, actually sympathized with the homeless guy instead of me. One of my coworkers actually had the nerve to tell me, "He was someone's child once." As though that somehow made it okay. Another coworker was actually offended that I was upset about my car being vandalized. I didn't have a meltdown, cuss, rant, or do anything awful, but he didn't like that I was pissed off about my car because the scumbag who did it happened to be from a "vulnerable demographic" as he so snidely put it.

Besides that whole ordeal, I had a good but very long week.

ask them if they're willing to donate their catalytic converters for their cause. Shame them if they say no.

 

[Neighborhood Curmudgeon]

ask them if they're willing to donate their catalytic converters for their cause. Shame them if they say no.

They're the type of people who think going to rallies or liking shit on social media is doing good in the world. The one coworker who said the homeless scumbag was "someone's child once" is a self-absorbed, sheltered, middle-aged ladychild and coalburner. She ALWAYS treats felons and assorted scumbags like they're victims.

With that said, I agree with you. I love my job, but only barely tolerate my coworkers. On the brightside, they actually do their jobs. But fuck I wish I could powerlevel sometimes...

 

[thunderous ball lightning]

I'm alright, might be banned by morning though.

have you tried not being a sperg? also, try not to overly obsess yourself with josh.

 

[Tsar Nicky]

Wanna get into some kind of decent shape and play some Baseball but I'm too fat and retarded to not be fat and retarded. I'm addicted to the goy slop but I'm gonna keep trying. Keep your two chins up, fat fucks, and get your asses into gear. If I manage to do it, then anyone can do it

 

[rrtyui]

Trying to find a wagie job. Gonna spend all of my earnings on my computer, games, and precious metals until the far future when I'm done with trade school and can get some real money.

 

[Meat Target]

Been lazier than usual this week. Maybe it's the heat wave, or because I don't go to bed at reasonable times.

 

[Tsar Nicky]

Trying to find a wagie job. Gonna spend all of my earnings on my computer, games, and precious metals until the far future when I'm done with trade school and can get some real money.

Based Trade School student. Love to see it. You'll be rolling in dough, my boy.

 

[Betonhaus]

I need to see if i can get on with a temp agency. Telemarketing pays the bills but everything from the business itself, how the company is run, and it's future prospects with rising interest rates and inflation really skeeves me out.

 

[anustart76]

I snapped a ligament clean off the bone over two months back and had to have emergency surgery. I figured it would be fairly straightforward: Surgery, cast, supportive brace, rehabilitation and after about a year or so, all there would be left would be a massive scar.

But two months in, and I’m struggling.

The swelling and muscle tone loss makes it look like shit, so I can barely stand to look at the limb.

I’m so stiff and sore that every day, normal functions are still a real chore.

But most of all, I just really struggle with the mental aspects of the whole thing, and it makes me feel pathetic.

It´s not something I can share with those around me.

I’m pathetic and I hate it so much.

You can do it, pal. We believe in you. It's a tough thing to deal with, but you'll be okay. You just have to try to keep your mind off it. Maybe call your mom or dad? They might have some advice or words of support for you.

In good news, I started my new job this week, and my new boss and team are all really nice so far, I'm actually looking forward to ramping up. The new boss doesn't talk down to me, he talks like he's just my coworker, which I actually really appreciate. He also thinks of me as an expert in my field, which is pretty neat.

Otherwise, I feel like I haven't had much time to myself lately, and now my parents want to spend the holiday weekend with me. I've been doing family stuff a lot lately and I need some time to rest, but I feel so guilty saying no to my parents. Even though I see them all the time.

 

[Harbinger of Kali Yuga]

god damn it I hate having received the wrong thing that is 1/2 the price of what I ordered and then have to argue with someone who must be literally retarded. I hate how inept everyone is.

 

[Star Platinum]

We're in bad shape. Everything in my life, in life in general, stresses me the fuck out and I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. Not sure what, or whom, I'm struggling for. Objectively, I should be grateful that I'm at least alive and still have basic bodily function; subjectively, I'm not. I feel like such a pansy but it's just true, I legitimately haven't felt positive about anything in years and I'm tired of trying.

 

[.iota.]

i haven't posted in this thread in almost a year, and life has been fairly decent for me.

last summer i accepted a position managing logistics for a large greenhouse that was expanding. i have an agriculture/horticulture education, and most of my experience has been working directly with plants in greenhouses. in this position, though, i work with the owners and the head grower to design and develop procedures that maximize the yield of native plants and grasses, while minimizing labor and resource requirements. it's been a challenge. instead of simply being responsible for the health of the plants that i'm given, i'm now (partially) responsible for the decisions about what to grow, when to grow it, how much of it to grow, and where we grow it. it's a different mindset. i miss working in the greenhouse, but i have to rely on the growers and the crew to do the physical work, while i spend more time on a computer at home than i do on site. i only go into the greenhouse for a couple of a hours a day throughout the week.

now, with the grow season slowing down, i can honestly say that my efforts have been successful, which is incredibly satisfying. this position was created for someone to do precisely what i've done. the greenhouse is profitable, the plants are beautiful, and i'm well-paid and provided for. feels good, man.

I snapped a ligament clean off the bone over two months back and had to have emergency surgery. I figured it would be fairly straightforward: Surgery, cast, supportive brace, rehabilitation and after about a year or so, all there would be left would be a massive scar.

But two months in, and I’m struggling.

The swelling and muscle tone loss makes it look like shit, so I can barely stand to look at the limb.

I’m so stiff and sore that every day, normal functions are still a real chore.

But most of all, I just really struggle with the mental aspects of the whole thing, and it makes me feel pathetic.

It´s not something I can share with those around me.

I’m pathetic and I hate it so much.

all of the feels for you, fren. a little over a decade ago, i did some damage to myself at work. after weeks of physical therapy, it was determined that the injury would not heal without reconstructive surgery. i had one of my long bones broken, a section of the bone with major muscle attachments moved and bolted into a different position with three inch surgical screws, ligaments and tendons on one side of the joint surgically shortened while ligaments and tendons on the other side were surgically lengthened, and a good deal of arthroscopic work done while the joint was exposed. i couldn't walk for weeks, and when i could, first it was only with crutches, then with one crutch, then with a cane. a few months later, when the bone had mended and the incisions had healed, i had to go back under anesthesia to have the surgical screws removed. the recovery was a bit quicker, but i still had to go through the i-can't-stand, i-can't-walk, i-need-crutches, i-need-a-cane process again. for a year or two after the initial surgery, even though i could walk without assistance, i would still randomly fall down because the proprioception in the joint was so fucked up, and unless i was looking at it, i still couldn't tell how far the joint was bent. it's much stronger now, moreso than the corresponding joint, but i still have a bit of sensory numbness from having had the peripheral nerves damaged during surgery.

the most important advice that i can offer is to adamantly pursue physical therapy. do whatever you can within your physical limits. if you're in pain, figure out whether you respond better to heat or ice therapy. i quickly discovered that for the general pain of the incisions, i preferred heat, but for the swelling and pain from exertion, i preferred ice. my surgeon and therapists insisted that either is beneficial, if it relieves the pain.

if you have no range of motion, find isometric movements to do. if you have limited range of motion, gently work to expand that range. if you can't bear weight, go to a swimming pool. my surgeon wrote a script for water therapy, and my insurance covered it for three years. i didn't go to "water therapy", i went to the y, and at first all i could do was hobble my ass to the deep end and try to balance with the water for support. then i began walking in the slightly less deep water, then i swam with a pull buoy squeezed between my knees. i was swimming laps before i could walk without a cane, and sitting in the hot tub afterward felt awesome.

i couldn't work for almost a year, and it was emotionally exhausting to wonder if i would ever be able to return to that, or any of the other things that i had done prior to my injury. i can assure you that investing in my recovery was what kept me sane. i did return to work, and after realizing that doing what i did was what injured me in the first place, i left that type of work. i also returned to skating, running, and hiking, though now i have to do things a little bit differently to accommodate the way that the reconstructed joint works.

you will heal, you will recover, and you will be stronger for it. that's what our minds and bodies do, fren.

 

[Harbinger of Kali Yuga]

We're in bad shape. Everything in my life, in life in general, stresses me the fuck out and I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. Not sure what, or whom, I'm struggling for. Objectively, I should be grateful that I'm at least alive and still have basic bodily function; subjectively, I'm not. I feel like such a pansy but it's just true, I legitimately haven't felt positive about anything in years and I'm tired of trying.

I mostly just sit around and hate other people and pour myself into my hobbies and the little world I'm creating for myself because this really is a dead world. I don't even enjoy talking to people, or even chatting online. Occasionally I'll shoot someone a message on here with something completely random or overthink a post but it really feels like I've seen it all out of people at this point and there just isn't enough variation to keep me interested.

My suggestion is to throw out all your dreams that require success or validation in the eyes of other people. You'll never be a famous writer, actor, or whatever, you have to meet a certain prerequisite to enter in those hallowed halls and most of us on the Farms aren't gonna be it. The world is an ugly and gross place. The people with power are always going to be ugly and gross. The people in general are always going to be gullible batshit fools. Have been since the beginning of time. Find the things internal to you that give you the most joy that do not need people and pour your heart out into them.

 

[No Memory]

Every day I become more accepting of my inevitable death.

 

[Betonhaus]

I paid all of my end of month bills, and am dead broke for two weeks. I'm trying to find better work, but I'm just so tired. I am hearing that applying in person is starting to be more successful (as some companies are very slowly catching on to the fact that just because an applicant knows how to work the algorithm it doesn't mean they're good) so I might try to go to a couple places in person before work.

 

[Apochrypha]

I've been doing better. Eating real meals, cutting back on my weed, been about a week since I last toked up. I've been trying to get a better position at my job and since it requires a drug test I took it as a sign to get my shit together. Been touching a lot of grass lately (the normal kind) and self-reflecting. I noticed that when I cut back my dreams have gotten much more vivid and weird but from what I've been told that's pretty normal.

I had a long week and I'm glad it's over.

Spoiler: I hate clown world...

Long story short, some dirtbag homeless tried to steal my catalytic converter. Fortunately, he failed but I still needed to take my car in. I filed a police report too. In addition to that, my coworkers, who are all liberal, actually sympathized with the homeless guy instead of me. One of my coworkers actually had the nerve to tell me, "He was someone's child once." As though that somehow made it okay. Another coworker was actually offended that I was upset about my car being vandalized. I didn't have a meltdown, cuss, rant, or do anything awful, but he didn't like that I was pissed off about my car because the scumbag who did it happened to be from a "vulnerable demographic" as he so snidely put it.

Besides that whole ordeal, I had a good but very long week.

Funny you should mention that, I recently had a friend message me about her catalytic converter being stolen and her tires being slashed and she said it happened to a neighbor of hers as well. Sorry that happened to you, too. Look on the bright side, maybe the transient fuck will overdose within the week.

 

[Cats]

doing good, snapped a new photo of cat:



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