How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

[PBJ Sucks]

I am really lonely all the time. Have always been really. Not exactly new, but I still have little moments of disappointment most days where I think of something I want to share with somebody, only to realize if I message any person I know with it they will likely ignore it.

Things aren't interesting without somebody to share it with.

 

[marjoram]

Hey guys,

Well, this decade has started off swell. On Monday night there was a fire in my apartment building. It was on the floor above mine (2nd, fire was on 3rd of a six story building). A friend whom I've known for over 30 years lost his life. The fire department is 2 and 1/2 blocks away; response time was 27 minutes. Yeah.
They strongly believe it was arson. This is from the state guys, not the horrifically incompetent local FD. We're displaced for at least three months, gotta get everything out so the wiring and alarm system can be repaired. Good times.
Anyhow, none of this is the point of this post--the point is GET RENTERS INSURANCE!! We have it, the cost of our "displacement" will be covered. Very few others in the building have it. It's cheap (we pay 10 dollars a month through state farm) and it will SAVE YOUR ASS.
Always cover your asses Farmers. Love to you all.

 

[Wraith]

I can't say why because TMI, but I'm feelin' kinda good. Like something big was taken care of. I feel... relieved. Hope you're all doing great.

 

[Dysnomia]

I think I'm losing my mind. I am becoming increasingly more forgetful and confused. I cannot remember what I am doing sometimes as I am doing it. My hand/eye coordination is bad sometimes, I keep losing things and I feel so foggy.

Today I went to Wawa to get some coffee. And I went to the back to look for lime seltzer. Then I thought to myself "I'll just go in the Rite Aid across the lot". There is no Rite Aid there. That's my old neighborhood. WTF?

It's been almost a year since I moved. I shouldn't get mixed up like that now.

I will walk into a store then completely forget what I came for. I could write a list but I want to be able to remember on my own.

I know my anemia caused some problems like that. But my iron went back to normal. Now they want to check for pernicious anemia even though I am younger than average for it because my b12 is low.

It could be depression or some truma from the things that happened to me in 2018. But I don't know. I have a neurologist number that he doctor gave me. But I checked Google maps and it looks like the office is at the edge of beyond or something. It's in Bensalem PA but I have no idea how to get to that particular part of it. I liked the guy I went to before. But he moved his office to Fort Washington. No idea how I'd get there either. The one I went to before that was some old Russian lady who said that sometimes women get spells and I needed more salt.

"Well I do declare! I think I feel a spell coming on. Jarvis, fetch the smelling salts!"

 

[Quantum Diabetes]

Somebody everyone thinks is Mr Rogers is setting off my "spidey sense" , I'm never wrong but I can be arsed to find out why yet.
I'm steering clear of them, as I said I feel like they're hiding something very fucked up.

 

[???]

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

 

[The 3rd Hooligan]

Im in inconstant limb pain. Stressed out to the point of insomnia, recently diagnosed with depression.

Cant really force myself to do anything atm. But Ill try today

 

[Damn Near]

I have a job interview at a design firm next week, so hopefully I can peace the fuck out of my current job, which I hate.

 

[Still Anonymous For This]

I got into college. Even though I had a disastrous exam experience, I made it. It's the career I wanted, with a good scholarship that made it payable.

Just yesterday I was happy and celebrating. I finally felt like I was in control and in a good headspace.

Today, my girlfriend broke up with me. She said she wanted time to better herself and give me the time to do so as well, to eventually get back together. She wanted to stay friends. But I don't want to be her friend. Maybe I'm just being dumb, but I thought we could improve while also being together.

I've never felt more hopeless, but I don't even have the energy to do anything. I'll just try to read anything.

Don't stress it, guy. It sounds like she wasn't into you anymore and didn't want to hurt your feelings. It is better than waiting eight years and then hearing it.

Speaking from experience, having a long-term relationship when you're in college is a pain in the ass. Your grades will suffer for it. Your social life will suffer for it.

Use your free time to date around. Ask girls out in classes. Go on dating apps. Figure out what you really like, because after dating and sleeping with a few women, that shit might change. Just chill. Being single in college is a boon, not a curse. It might not seem like it now, but you're real fucking lucky.

Just wrap your jimmy and don't fuck crazy chicks.

 

[Sped Xing]

A friend of mine got weird results from a blood test. I looked them over and told him he should get his bone marrow checked because he might have cancer.

I'm going to be so embarassed if he's OK

 

[Mesh Gear Fox]

I've been in heart failure for the past two years (get your flu shot every year, kids. It can cause severe cardiac illness even without any history of cardiovascular disease). Today I found out I am now in stage IV kidney failure. The two diseases go hand-in-hand, so I wasn't completely caught off-guard, but I didn't think it would progress so quickly. I hope I can avoid dialysis and preserve what kidney function I have left.

 

[Juan But Not Forgotten]

I don't like to complain, because it only makes things worse, but fuck it. I'm far away from home now and has been for some time. I'm getting more and more fed up with my current job to the point of getting mad, because of routine. There are no people around I can relate to, sometimes I feel so lonely, that I'm not sure I am a human being. The only people I can talk to about this are my family members, but I don't want to make their lives worse with my bitching. And all this shit just keeps piling up and if I have especially shitty day, like today, I feel like I can't take it anymore. Sorry.

 

[FuckedUp]

This isn't really as severe as having heart failure or having a shitty job, but I have the GRE tomorrow and my verbal's improved a whopping 2 points from my baseline despite knowing all but 2 of the words now (just browsing KF it's kinda crazy how many "GRE words" like "jingoism" and "parochial" keep showing up in posts), and my quantitative's steadily declined from a perfect 170 to a 163 (now the same as my Verbal). I'm taking the final practice test this afternoon and praying for a miracle, I'm pretty sure it's stress causing my "low" scores but how the fuck do I NOT get stressed?

Seriously, I need advice on how to calm the fuck down while taking it. I know I can at least get every quantitative question right considering that's exactly what I did without any prep, but now I'm so nervous that I miss 7/40 questions

 

[Papa Adolfo's Take'n'Bake]

I'm surprising my kid by taking the day off today and taking him out to have some fun and hang out... just as soon as the lazy little bastard wakes up.

 

[Damn Near]

I don't like to complain, because it only makes things worse, but fuck it. I'm far away from home now and has been for some time. I'm getting more and more fed up with my current job to the point of getting mad, because of routine. There are no people around I can relate to, sometimes I feel so lonely, that I'm not sure I am a human being. The only people I can talk to about this are my family members, but I don't want to make their lives worse with my bitching. And all this shit just keeps piling up and if I have especially shitty day, like today, I feel like I can't take it anymore. Sorry.

Venting is healthy, and your family won't mind being your sounding board if it makes you feel better. And fuck them if they do

 

[Juan But Not Forgotten]

Venting is healthy, and your family won't mind being your sounding board if it makes you feel better. And fuck them if they do

I don't know, man. It worked before, but now it feels like I just put this weight on them, thus making their lives worse. And they really don't know how to deal with problems I've encountered, so I'm afraid they feel useless. Sometimes I even think I should stop talking to them, just to save them from this shit.

 

[Quantum Diabetes]

I thought my life was shitty, but then I remembered I'm not a reddit moderator with a cock so small you need a electron microscope to see. A cock so small a flea would have a hard time jacking off one-handed.
Then I cheered up a bit.

 

[Stoneheart]

Grandma needed over a minute to find out which relative was calling. im getting better with voices or she is getting worse with them.
I hope im getting better.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

Overall, I feel better (physically) than I have in ages, other than some bouts of arthritis that damn near cripple me in the mornings. I'm overdue for a complete physical and bloodwork and will get around to it later this year, but I'll go into that nearly 100 lbs. lighter than my last one (decided it was time to stop being a fat fuck and stayed dedicated to losing the weight). And it's time for the ol' lets have a look up your bum, too. Just got the reminder from the doc in the mail this week. The wonderful joy of a colonoscopy. Again. My father had colon cancer and had a good section of his colon removed. He never seemed to fully recover from that surgey and passed at 74. I had my first colonoscopy in my early 40's at his insistence. There are proven familial links, but so far so good for me. Do NOT neglect this as you get older!

Mentally? Meh. I stay in pretty good spirits. I've just accepted that I AM in fact, an old fuck and certain shit don't work as well as it used to; it's never going to again. There's no sense in whining about it in an old codger sort of way.

 

[Ivan Shatov]

Feeling blue. All these attacks on civil rights bother me. There's days my patience is severely tested, reevaluating relationships and not always being diplomatic. Disappointed by new facts that pop up everyday.

My body aches. Been doing 800 calories a day for a few months, looking better but there's downsides. My elbow hurts, starting to think it's because of the diet. Don't know how it happened but the Doctor's having trouble diagnosing it. Something about there is a condition but he doesn't believe it's real. He wants me to wait a month and then he'll give me steroids. If that doesn't work, surgery.

A check I'm waiting for is 120 days late, can't figure out the hold up. My attorney keeps telling me he's going to send a letter and never does. Thinking about selling the debt to an agency just so I can forget about it. But that might be worse.

Stress level is at a 6/10. Would be a 7 except for the overall economy.