How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

[Foxymophandlemama]

Spent the entire weekend feeling some kind of mental fog, my skin feels weird and I can't sleep properly. My ears hurt a lot too.

 

[Harbinger of Kali Yuga]

I've just felt like shit in an indeterminate way for about three days. I have a sore throat, and am coughing, but it's not an automatic cough, it's because of postnasal drip. Also it doesn't have the weird colors in the morning you get from an actual sinus infection. Zyrtec seemed to slow down the mucus shit to the point I stopped coughing but I still just feel generally slightly feverish and not good.

Everything tastes normal so I'm pretty sure it's not the coof. Or maybe it is and is acting weird. In any event if this is how bad it gets I don't even care enough to get it checked.

Also I invented an autistic tonic. Water, honey, apple cider vinegar, ginger extract, and fresh squeezed lemon juice, heated up to sipping temperature. The ingredients are to taste.

You too? I have the same thing, but now I'm congested with VERY thick snot and my ears are popping. The sore throat comes and goes a bit. I tested negative for COVID.

 

[Monsieur Guillotine]

I got on anti-depressants and ADHD meds this year which has been very helpful and let me feel like I have control of my life again. It's been great, but recently my grandmother passed, so I'm back to the familiar darkness for a while.

 

[LonesomeDud]

I realized I'm a yuppy, but also I don't have the typical self-loathing about it. That's good, I guess.

 

[Betonhaus]

I'm currently able to sorta move around without crutched now, but my left leg isn't moving right as I still have limited movement range in my ankle. working on it though

 

[The Last Stand]

My customer services stats went down, so now I'm on probation. First, it was because I'm too direct with my troubleshooting, now it's because I'm not resolving any issues. I don't even know what to say anymore.

 

[Coelacanth]

If you've seen me around the Grind My Gears thread, you'll know I've developed an extreme hateboner for the NHS over the past few months for the lack of services for issues that were severely ruining my life. My hand was forced to seek private care and yesterday had my last wisdom tooth removed, inadvertently discovering that the reason I was having so many other issues was because said wisdom tooth was impacting a nerve in my cheek and jawbone. According to the surgeon this was the reason why the NHS wouldn't remove the tooth, because of a slim chance of nerve damage. I'm livid that the NHS never told me why they wouldn't take it out, but now that it's out I couldn't care less. No nerve damage, soreness is at a minimum and I feel much, much, better. I just have to keep resting and my mouth clean.

I think I'm gonna be okay, bros.

 

[bliblblblbbllb]

I asked my coworker to do something she always has to do, and she just looked at me and said "No!" I pretended not to hear and asked her again and she said "Yes."
Sometime soon I'm going to get into it with her, but I'm trying to avoid that.
Is professionalism really dead? Does everyone have to talk to their baby daddy on an Airpod and watch tiktok at work constantly?

 

[Kalsarikännit]

I really recommend curls. I know there is a bunch of bs against them or it's popular to hate them, whatever, fuck you gay niggers. Curls are easy to start, easy to get into a routine with, and you see results QUICK. When you look down and see definition in your arms, at least I just get fucking mesmerized. Fuck yeah, I did that, they look good, and I'm going to keep doing them and get even better.
Walking is great for vitamind D and just getting outside. Plus it gives you time to think. Sure, half the time I think "maybe I should make sure the gun has a round in the chamber this time", but then I see I've lost 12 pounds this month from what? Walking my fat ass around and a bit of dieting.
Pump your hype game for yourself.

Also, draw some big ol tiddies

I subscribe to and endorse every word of this.

 

[Cardinal Cardinal]

My customer services stats went down, so now I'm on probation. First, it was because I'm too direct with my troubleshooting, now it's because I'm not resolving any issues. I don't even know what to say anymore.

It sounds like your job sucks and you are not happy with it. Quit that shit and get a job counting birds in a forest.

 

[Neighborhood Janny]

I got on anti-depressants and ADHD meds this year which has been very helpful and let me feel like I have control of my life again. It's been great, but recently my grandmother passed, so I'm back to the familiar darkness for a while.

My condolences, friend. Grandparents are special parts of our lives. Wish I still had mine.

 

[Harbinger of Kali Yuga]

My nose is still stuffed up, the post-nasal drip is disgusting, and I keep blowing out extremely thick and sometimes yellow-tinged snot... but my throat is mostly better.

My customer services stats went down, so now I'm on probation. First, it was because I'm too direct with my troubleshooting, now it's because I'm not resolving any issues. I don't even know what to say anymore.

That's because they need to fill your place in with a newer employee who only makes starting wages.

If you've seen me around the Grind My Gears thread, you'll know I've developed an extreme hateboner for the NHS over the past few months for the lack of services for issues that were severely ruining my life. My hand was forced to seek private care and yesterday had my last wisdom tooth removed, inadvertently discovering that the reason I was having so many other issues was because said wisdom tooth was impacting a nerve in my cheek and jawbone. According to the surgeon this was the reason why the NHS wouldn't remove the tooth, because of a slim chance of nerve damage. I'm livid that the NHS never told me why they wouldn't take it out, but now that it's out I couldn't care less. No nerve damage, soreness is at a minimum and I feel much, much, better. I just have to keep resting and my mouth clean.

I think I'm gonna be okay, bros.

That's really weird, reddit told me public health service is phenomenal in every way. What gives? No sir, you have to be wrong--reddit doesn't have an agenda and wouldn't lie to me.

cat

Yeah, my dog I had put down had issues for a long time and I know I could have done better and I hate myself immensely for it. Everyone tells me I did more than anyone would have done for that dog, but I could give a fuck what the worthless dregs of humanity would have done in my shoes. Maybe that's why I've been emoposting or drunkposting on KF a little too much, the totem of my life is gone now. There's a moment in time that replays in my head a lot, and it was a long time ago I got into a family quarrel and she nipped at the heels of everyone but me. Then later on another time when I was very ill and was being checked in on, this helpless little dog gave a little warning growl at them, something she never did at anyone. Her little protector instincts kicked in. Nobody ever really stands up for me in real life, so...

 

[Unnecessary Surgery Land]

I asked my coworker to do something she always has to do, and she just looked at me and said "No!" I pretended not to hear and asked her again and she said "Yes."
Sometime soon I'm going to get into it with her, but I'm trying to avoid that.
Is professionalism really dead? Does everyone have to talk to their baby daddy on an Airpod and watch tiktok at work constantly?

Is your coworker a toddler? Because this is what toddlers do.

 

[Ewan McGregor]

I regret what I studied at University, if not having attended University altogether.

I hate my career, it's a big, stinky pile of shit. I've done absolutely anything worth a dime but stoicly suffering hysterical, irrational girlbosses deluded into thinking they're brilliant, independent, strong, empowered females fighting a patriarchy that hates hem just because they're women despite the fact they're allowed a degree of ineptitude and incompetence a white man would never get away with.

I hate office culture, and I hate the insistence on office 'culture'.

Bitch, I don't fucking give a shit about this company or its purported values. I don't fucking want to be your fucking friend nor I want to team-build nor I want to relationship-build nor anything like that. All you whores are going do dinners together while backstabbbing each others, and you're asking me for a fervent identification with this shitty ass company that doesn't pay me enough to live a decent life while your fatass jew bastard overlords are somewhere bathing in gold and pondering how to replace me with a dumb, smelly, rapist pajeet.

Don't come and talk shit about our goals, how we take care of each other, mental health, we're a big family or shit like that. I just do this because I'm not attractive enough to sell my ass to rich perverts.

Fuck off the whole of you.

 

[Unnecessary Surgery Land]

I'm still fucking sick but I'm doing better. However, I'm on some gnarly antibiotics and they're making me shaky/weak af. I'm craving red meat really hard core now so I am preparing some for a stew tonight.
I was able to play with my kid today, and that's really all that matters.

but stoicly suffering hysterical, irrational girlbosses deluded into thinking they're brilliant, independent, strong, empowered females fighting a patriarchy that hates hem just because they're women despite the fact they're allowed a degree of ineptitude and incompetence a white man would never get away with.

A lot of other women hate this shit but we have to hide it. I worked (very temporarily) with a boss who unironically used the term 'girlboss' constantly to describe herself. Had a little gaggle that supported that and praised her for simply having a uterus.
Identity politics ruling any workplace needs to stop and I'm sorry that it's been disenchanting.

 

[Seafarer]

Ever had something happen that you feel good about but aren’t really sure why? I’m not talking about schadenfreude, just something that you should probably be indifferent to but it actually makes you feel better.

 

[Harbinger of Kali Yuga]

My little kitty is gone now. I gave him 2.5 hours of cuddles this morning and decided today was the day instead of Friday after listening to him breathe last night. We had nice alone time after sedation in my arms, wrapped in a blanket. I knew I made the right decision after seeing him relax immediately, even if it fucking hurts. I just hope he could feel my kisses and hear my voice through the fog until he left. It really is quick and painless.

I'm sorry dude.

 

[56 others]

Pets and cars are very similar. They start acting a little weird and you get this feeling you're gonna have to shell out $300.

 

[twisted cycle path]

I'm sick and tired of being alone. It fucking sucks and I feel like a fragment of a real person.

 

[Varis]

I am so tired.

Home life has been hard for a long time now. Mr. Varis is on a record stretch of bad luck, bad decisions and just plain incompetence, and although I try to be his rock, his suffering is chipping away at my well-being. He has reached that Johnny Cash's "Hurt" point in his depression where he doesn't want to even try because he knows he's just going to fail. He obsesses over money (namely lottery) and despairs at how little he has achieved in life, and I try to remain sympathetic, but I'm nearing my limit. Sometimes I want to tell him "motherfucker, if you had gotten off your procrasting, undiagnosed ADHD ass and actually worked hard at something other than map games, you would have more to your name," but... it rings hollow coming from someone who inherited all their wealth.

My femoid brain wants to internalize the blame. I should have helped him less. I shouldn't have shouldered his responsibilities, even if other people would have suffered for it. If I just had forced him to do the things he finds uncomfortable, he would have grown accustomed to them and gotten over the discomfort. I'm starting to infantilize him.

I want to think that there is still hope. He isn't fighting my attempts at improving his life. I'm pushing him forward with the hope that, somehow, I can build enough momentum to get him to move on his own again, but at the same time I wonder... Am I just fixing his problems for him again?

So fucking tired.

Thanks for the therapy. Check is in the mail.