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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Kimberly on March 02, 2009, 06:22:28 PM
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Systematic Chaos (1000+ posts) Mon Mar-02-09 06:37 PM
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This is it - I'm at the end of my ******* ****ing rope.
This probably isn't going to make a lot of sense and frankly I don't even care. If you don't want to read it, don't ****ing read it. But this is how people become so ****ing angry at the system that they give up and just cease to ****ing care.
I had a doctor's appointment today. A crucial one. A very, VERY crucial one, because due to bowel issues I had to cancel one I had for two weeks ago, and I am now completely out of pain relief for a shoulder and arm which are giving out on me due to a problem I can't get properly diagnosed because I don't fit into MRI machines. You know how we hear about people like Rush Limbaugh being addicted to stuff like OxyContin? I'll never understand it. I'm on Oxycodone and Fentanyl to help manage pain which, if I move too suddenly in just the right way, has more than once nearly caused me to pass out. I'm talking literally here. I see flashes of light in front of my eyes and then shit goes gray and it's all I can do to not hit the deck! I take these things because I have to for the pain but do you know what this stuff does to your insides? For one thing it makes it where if I don't take constant doses of senna (an herbal laxative without any toxic side-effects) I will get hopelessly constipated no matter what I eat. And then I'm stuck drinking a bottle of magnesium citrate or some such garbage and then for two days afterwards I can't stay out of the ****ing bathroom. I'll NEVER understand being addicted to the stuff. If I could stop taking it all right now I'd do it in a heartbeat. Other than making it possible for me to sleep just a tiny bit better, or turning those blinding light/hit the deck episodes into a dull disgusting roar, I'm not at all impressed. There's no euphoria or feeling good involved with it. It sucks. Yes, I'm obese, but even without any extra weight I'm wide as hell and tall, too. Not to mention the other medications I'm either low on or completely out of. I had to cancel the appointment two weeks ago because I'm at the mercy of Las Vegas' para-transit system, which is supposed to be what people who have problems getting around on regular buses rely on for important stuff like doctors' appointments. For the more than 6 months I've been at my current address, I have been asking the company to fix the information the drivers get in their passenger manifests because they not only have my address wrong by an entire stoplight, but they neglect to mention that our apartment is in the back of the complex. I've had drivers who have driven around aimlessly for 10 minutes or more looking for a place to pick me up. I've had them go to the wrong apartment complexes and have dispatch call me to find me. I've had everything under the ****ing sun happen with these rides and I have requested a minimum of half a dozen times that the information be changed and have told these sons of bitches verbatim how to do it so the ****ing drivers wouldn't get lost.
Well today of ALL days, some lazy ****stick asshole driver who couldn't be bothered to make sure he did his job just wrote us off as a no-show. Called his dispatch and said we weren't there. In the meantime, my wife was standing outside in the rear parking lot for over half an hour and never saw a para-transit bus go by anywhere. Not on our side-street, not anywhere else in the parking lot. I called the company AFTER this ******* son of a bitch asshole told dispatch we were a no-show and they are now refusing to send out another bus. So, with no way to get to my doctor's office, I am now 7 minutes away from missing this appointment and will likely need to be rescheduled ANOTHER two weeks from now. As for this doctor I have, they have no problem telling me to wait two weeks when circumstances beyond my control cause me to miss an important appointment, even after the doctor himself gave my wife and I a lecture about making sure my pain patch/pill doses are given on time and with clockwork regularity. But will they supply a refill prescription if my wife offers to go down there by herself? For anything? Absolutely not, because that must mean I'm a ****ing low-life piece of shit addict like Rush Limbaugh or something! Right? And of course he has me on all these fancy boutique sample medications which he gives me samples for, otherwise they would cost us $50 each for the co-pays. We're living on my wife's $11-and-change/hr. income right now and that's IT. And the insurance that we have takes a $164 chunk out of every bi-weekly paycheck. You do the math.
And all of this doesn't even take into account the fact that I'm also beating my head against a wall trying to get some devices to help with my leg circulation. I'm talking weeks of phone calls, ineptitude and stupid bullshit and no results. Or the fact that I'm gifted with the world's tiniest veins and it takes even a good phlebotomist an average of 2-3 sticks in places as exotic as finger joints and the back of my wrist to find one little teeny place to take some blood with a baby needle. And PICC line nurses telling me that out of what should be between 6 and 8 easy candidates for a PICC line between both arms, all my veins are so deep and so ****ing small that they've only been able to use ONE of them to insert three different lines over the last two years, in nearly the same place. So what the **** do I do if that vein goes out? I already have a left arm that's almost completely non-functional and nobody can tell me why. I don't feel like losing the right one also.
I could go on and on and ****ing on if I wanted to, talking about all of this bullshit, and it seems like no matter how hard we try, or how vigilant we are, or how hard we work to try and do what we're supposed to or how hard we try and make things easier or improve them, it's one ****ing ridiculous smackdown after another. I just don't get it. I'm ready so ****ing help me to just throw up my hands and say **** everything.
While I've been typing all this out, my wife has been on the phone with para-transit, desperately trying to get these shit eating donkeys to get it right and show up where we actually live instead of where they damn well feel like. I also called my doctor's office and explained what just happened, and was told that I can show up tomorrow at 7:45 am, but no other time. So if I'm not there because people are too ****ing dumb to find an address I guess I'm straight ****ed. Only this time, I'm going to ask my wife to be in front of the complex and my roommate to be on the side of it, while I sit out in the back so there is absolutely NO ******* way they can pull a stunt like this again. It almost sounds like the punchline to a variation of that how many ___________ does it take to screw in a light bulb joke as I'm typing it in, but whatever. Whatever it takes, I'll do. I just dare the ****ers to mess this shit up again.
Great world. Who ****ing cares if you're in pain, or if you're comfortable or if you have rudimentary equipment to help extend the life of your limbs? There are very few people anywhere on the planet I would wish this sheer amount of bullshit upon. If I didn't have my wife to help me out at times like this there's no way I'd even be here right now. I'm done. I'm out of shit to rant about. I just want to try and lay down for a while and not wake up every 30 minutes feeling like someone is stabbing me in the left bicep. ****ing bullshit. Please feel free to remind me about calories in < calories out or any other snarky thing you care to in the handy space provided below when you click the "Reply" button. And have a nice day.
If he's this unhappy with a government run paratransit system, wait until Obama nationalizes everything and this becomes the the way of life in hopeychangeyville.
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I had a doctor's appointment today. A crucial one. A very, VERY crucial one, because due to bowel issues I had to cancel one I had for two weeks ago,
I quit reading at this point. If you have a doctor's appointment, but then claim to have to miss it do to a medical problem, then you are seriously stoopid.
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With the great social and economic achievements from the huge one the GD government should have sent the freaking doctor to his house or at least a limo to get him to his free appointment to get free drugs and attention. Seriously WTF is happening to this country??
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If he/she/it can post that long of a rant/screed/bulls**t, then he/she/it can't be that ill. I mean if they are truly having arm/hand troubles along with other ailments, that was a long afternoon of one-handed typing. :bs:
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wait until we get rationed healthcare.<P>its to die for.... lol
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If he's this unhappy with a government run paratransit system, wait until Obama nationalizes everything and this becomes the the way of life in hopeychangeyville.
Under the Great Pony Plan , he'd be "lucky" enough to have several months of preparation time waiting for his free ride to attend the next appointment at the hopeychangeyville clinic.
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If he's this unhappy with a government run paratransit system, wait until Obama nationalizes everything and this becomes the the way of life in hopeychangeyville.
Bingo!!
What a weird story. It's almost like he had to vent, so his wife said "You go on over to the computer and complain to your little on-line firends while I try and get you another appointment."
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I don't really get this.
I'm sure the DUmmies have much more interaction with state and federal bureaucracies than any of us do.
Every time I have to deal with these entities, it is a nightmarish excursion into ineptitude and stupidity. Certainly they know this?
BC, when you're as holed-up in their basements (or their parents' basements, or their in-laws basements) as they are, any sort of attention by someone other than their spouses is like winning the lottery.
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I am still in shock that something married it
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I am still in shock that something married it
I hope her and it haven't reproduced yet....
I wonder if it would like some cheese to go with it's "whine"....
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I hope her and it haven't reproduced yet....
I wonder if it would like some cheese to go with it's "whine"....
At that size, it's unlikely he is cpable of reproduction. A friend of mine worked in a place where they specialized in morbidly obese people. She was on a team that had to give them baths. She once told me at that size the guys equipment became an indention instead of an extension so to speak.
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I'd be willing to bet that if he didn't spend his days on the computer typing long, TMI-filled screeds on the DU, and instead went to they gym or at least walked around the neighborhood, he wouldn't be such a fat bastard that he wouldn't fit into an MRI machine.
Reminds of the assholes at the gun show clogging up the aisles because they've literally eaten themselves into an electric scooter. Sorry to be an ass, but I have little sympathy.
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I don't really get this.
I'm sure the DUmmies have much more interaction with state and federal bureaucracies than any of us do.
Every time I have to deal with these entities, it is a nightmarish excursion into ineptitude and stupidity. Certainly they know this?
THEY'RE miserable, so they want everybody else to be miserable, too.
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If you are so frikkin fat you can't fit into the MRI, then the first thing you do to relieve pain is...........LOSE SOME ****IN WEIGHT YOU TUB OF LARD!!!!!!!!!!!
I have had several MRI's and CT scans. I know exactly how big that stinkin' tunnel is. This puke must be at least a 400 pounder! If that is the case, much of his pain is due to his frame not being able to put up with the weight!
What a frikkin' LOSER!!!!!!!
Oh yeah, you mean to tell me you are so unpopular with family and friends, you can't find a single sole willing to drive you to the doc's in your time of need?
I repeat, WHAT A FRIKKIN' LOSER!!!!!!! Just eat the barrel buddy, you have no hope!
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Is an MRI tube the same size as a CAT scan tube? Because I kinda got a big gut on me but I still had about a foot of room between me and the walls.
I like that the nurses at the hospital put little stickers on the inside for the kids.
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He is really REALLY big. From what I have read of his posts he is over 500 pounds. I wonder how far the doctor is from his apartment. I bet walking there would help him in several ways.
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He is really REALLY big. From what I have read of his posts he is over 500 pounds. I wonder how far the doctor is from his apartment. I bet walking there would help him in several ways.
Walk? ...DID YOU SAY WALK ??? ........when the gummint will furnish it a free ride.
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It's a hellish story. This is the hell of being completely dependent on another entity, such as a government. That's why individual, independent freedom and responsibility are so central to my core values. What this fellow describes would be my personal hell.
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At his size walking more than a block would undoubtedly do more damage than good. It's possible there is a biological reason for this, but I suspect the situation is more like there is some biological component that has become a lifetime excuse for indolence and gluttony in a reinforcing spiral of loserhood.
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At his size walking more than a block would undoubtedly do more damage than good. It's possible there is a biological reason for this, but I suspect the situation is more like there is some biological component that has become a lifetime excuse for indolence and gluttony in a reinforcing spiral of loserhood.
The gigantic primitive's been at circa 500 pounds--510 pounds some times, 490 pounds other times--for years and years and years.
If the gigantic primitive's been telling the truth to the other primitives the past few years, it was slow decades-long weight gain, as he sat at the card-tables in Last Vegas dealing out cards, downing fine liquors and dining on fine cuisine, lots and lots of it.
Over time, he ballooned.
Well, the gigantic primitive finally got too fat to even deal cards.
I think there's only one solution to his dilemma, but he's not going to take it.
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Fortunately for the world, that fatass's time on it is now very limited.
Unfortunately the miracle of public assistance will keep this item on the shelf and costing normal people money long after its Darwinian expiration date.
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Unfortunately the miracle of public assistance will keep this item on the shelf and costing normal people money long after its Darwinian expiration date.
::) :o :censored:
Thanks a lot for that, DAT.
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Fortunately for the world, that fatass's time on it is now very limited.
You would think that would be true, but for some reason, they seem to linger. The more they abuse their bodies, the longer they linger....
For example, Fat Teddy....
However, if I so much as looked at a cigarette, I'd probably drop dead from cancer in a week....