Author Topic: gigantic primitive being harassed by bill collectors; describes sex life (11-06) (Read 8532 times)

franksolich · « **on:** November 06, 2009, 12:25:38 PM »

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I got really tired of Skins's island, and so rowed away, to see what's up with the gigantic primitive.

Unfortunately, it's not good.

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Ege Bamyasi
November 2, 2009

I was just getting ready to click my journal and hit "Reply" anyway, but one minute ago the phone rang.

It was from "Clark Coun(ty)" according to my caller ID display, so I picked it up. I'm harrassed by crap tons of debt collectors as it is, so if I don't think I know who's calling I never pick up.

Well, this could have been the Clark County Library District, which Jeanette had just been on the phone with before heading off to work for the day, night and part of the wee hours of the morning. It could have been one of the county medical services or something for our roommate Joe, as well.

Well, lo and behold it's another ******* debt collector. And it's for me. And I began giving my usual spiel about how I refuse to acknowledge debts with collection agencies and won't be doing business with them over the phone, thank you very much. The lady on the other end interrupts me with a "wouldn't you at least like to know who the account is?", to which I said "fine, tell me but that won't get me to bleed".

Turns out, it's from the lymphedema clinic I went to for a total of about 6 months last year. Turns out that I thought I owed them a balance still of around $300 just in co-pays, which I was going to try and attempt to eventually pay because they were the only medical professionals I honestly felt as though gave two _____ about me.

Oh, no. Nope. This lady on the phone starts going on about a $2,900 and change balance! Since I would gladly stand outside and scream "UnitedHealthcare can go piss up a rope!" from my front porch for hours on end if only someone would pay me a nickel each time, I can only assume that they turned around and retroactively denied yet more claims. Like they did at least my last General Practitioner's visit and possibly some before that even though I was still covered.

I told the lady, just before launching into a beautiful, sublime and poetic string of random expletives, that she could go talk to UnitedPissUpARopeHealthcare about the money and to just leave me ALONE.

And I was going to come here and post in a halfway acceptable mood and try and get the deeper stuff off my chest.

Eff it.

Maybe when Joe gets back from walking to the bank with Jeanette on her way to the bus stop to draw out the rent money, he'll feel like listening to me rave for a while. It's that or find a wall that wants to taste my forehead a few dozen times. I've HAD IT.

Hope your days are going better. Peace out.
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31 lbs. in 18 months eating SAD (avg. 0.40 lbs./week)
55 lbs. in 19 weeks of McDougalling (avg. 2.89 lbs./week)

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Ege Bamyasi
November 2, 2009

To those of you who have replied so far, and to any who may still: Thank you. I haven't been around as often as normal, but I will be getting around to explaining what's been going on with me soon -- tomorrow at the latest.

For now, though, I need rest. I've been in another spell of weak/no sleep, I think because of everything else churning in my head. I will say that I talked with Jeanette after she got to work, and she had at least some explanation as to what was going on with this whole lymphatic therapy bill. Props -- major props -- to Jeanette for not forcing me to read the letters we received a while back from the insurance company detailing their idiotic decision. I'll go into further details on it next time I post.

I'll also talk about what I guess would be best described as my mid-life crisis -- or at least something which fits that category better than anything else I can come up with spur of the moment -- when I come back. Maybe I can get some of this junk worked out and start feeling like the old Ege B. again.

Depression just doesn't suit me the way it used to.
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31 lbs. in 18 months eating SAD (avg. 0.40 lbs./week)
55 lbs. in 19 weeks of McDougalling (avg. 2.89 lbs./week)

The gigantic primitive's facing a Hell of a lot more than just a mid-life crisis.

The gigantic primitive finally gets around to answering franksolich's question, in the bold area, below:

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Ege Bamyasi
November 3, 2009

Very explicit and personal discussion incoming in 5... 4... 3....

Don't say you weren't warned!

It ended up taking until after 5 in the morning today for me to actually get some rest, and I still was up by 9. I feel halfway alive right now, but I honestly don't know how I'm doing it. I guess it's nice that I can get by on less sleep, but the hours of being too brain dead and out of it to do more than stare at the walls until I actually get that rest are pure agony. I'm getting used to the fact that the theme of my life right now is "trade-offs".

And with that, there's no better way to segue into what's been eating at me for quite a while now and which hit a real crisis level over the past couple of weeks. This is not easy to talk about with the entire planet, but somehow I really doubt I'm the only person McDougalling (or considering it) who may end up facing the, um, problems I'm having right now; so, maybe this will benefit somebody out there. More importantly to me anyway, maybe opening up about it will help me cope.

Here's the thing: As some of you who follow posts diligently on this site may have read, I've posted in a couple of other threads already about how being on this plan has turned around my virility and ability to perform sexually. As one would expect from a 40-year-old man with circulation problems who's up near 500 lbs. -- which was me on my birthday back in March -- my "equipment" was just about out of function. That I still had any whatsoever was kind of a shock, really.

Now, fast forward a few months and over 50 lbs. released into the ether. Thinking back over my life, I would have to say that right now my level of sexual drive and desire is very close to what it was when I was sorta, kinda McDougalling a decade ago. If your typical, horny male teenager rates 100, and me in March was about a 20, then right now (conservatively) I'm back over 60, maybe even 70. I think most people would agree that's a great thing! And it is, I guess, until you dig a bit deeper.

Have I mentioned that my shoulders are so bad that my arms are almost completely useless? Sure I have. Dozens of times, in fact. It's one of the worst problems I'm dealing with right now and it's constantly on my mind so I really have no choice but to either keep it in and stress out, or come to a place like this and vent about it. The saddest thing about my impingement syndrome is that it's only partially -- if at all -- correlated to my obesity and other attendant issues. My last primary doctor thought that having type 2 diabetes might have contributed, but agreed with me that the decade of my life spent whipping cards out of blackjack shoes at breakneck speed and repeating those same job-related motions millions of times would likely be the greatest contributor even though the problem took three years to manifest itself after I'd quit the casino gig.

I gotta tell ya (and even admitting this is a royal b**ch, trust me!), I spent a period of time from late last year until about the middle of August completely unable to clean myself up after using the bathroom. Not because I was too big to reach back there, but because I had so little range of motion in my arms that I couldn't reach behind me AT ALL with either hand without pain so bad it felt like my arm was being ripped out of its socket. Had I not had Jeanette as a personal care attendant for that span of months I would have thrown myself in front of a bus and been done with it. Seriously. As it was, when Jeanette was gone at work I can't count the times I'd try desperately to wait until she got home to use the bathroom. It was just the worst way to live.

My range of motion has been trying to increase in both arms, and the pain levels have subsided. A little. I'm now back to where I can handle my own hygiene, so long as I'm very careful and don't make sudden or jerky motions. I mess up even one time and then there's a period of several minutes while I sit and wince and swear before making another attempt. So, score one point for me in this case anyway.

Now, back to my newfound need for close intimacy with my wonderful wife Jeanette. Through several recent attempts at experimentation I have discovered each of the following:

* I cannot lay on my side and prop myself up on either elbow. Not even close.

* I cannot even dream of getting on my hands and knees.

* Worst of all, any attempt to bear Jeanette's weight (barely over 150 lbs. at this point, which normally I would barely even feel) ends up putting stress on my shoulders which becomes so painful within the span of two minutes that I am forced to ask her to get off me. The level of pain ramps up exponentially, so if she doesn't move quickly I end up to the point of howling out loud in a matter of a few additional seconds. Numerous arrangements of pillows and adjusting the inflation on our air mattress help not one iota.

The end result of this is a Rod Serling-esque version of a midlife crisis where I'm ripped apart internally not over "losing it", but rather over "getting it back".

Only me. Or so it seems, anyway.

So all of the above, plus having Jeanette gone several more hours every day, plus realizing that I'm still unable to perform a plethora of easy household tasks, leaves me very depressed, very despondent and very freaking annoyed that I have no form of recourse at all for what are highly debilitating and quality of life reducing pain issues. And this all goes back to my highly political nature and the slow-motion train wreck of our current system combined with the greed and corruption which leaves people like myself and countless millions of others in this country with wholly inadequate care.

It's just too much. Too damn much.

I've pulled myself out of the ditch just enough to be able to come here and post about all of this. I honestly didn't know if this day would ever come, but then again I'm too much of a fighter now as opposed to the Kirk who not long ago had pretty much given up. I will continue to eat properly. That's not a problem. I can eat layered vegetable casserole and red beans and rice for days on end. Salads too, when it's possible to get to a store where salad greens don't cost a king's ransom. Tip of the day: Dollar store bagged romaine lettuce should be marketed as shoe leather instead. So, even though I'm not getting in all the salads I'd like to right now I'm still eating a lot of vegetables, potatoes and the like.

The weight will continue to come off, and I will keep my spirits up and continue to believe that someday I'll have more function and ability to do housework. I'll continue to do whatever it takes to convince myself that all of this pain is going to stop eventually. And, I'll keep coming here and sharing my ongoing soap opera with all of you, and doing what I can to offer all you wonderful people my motivation and support. There's no doubt it helps, even if there are times for me when it's a ginormous leap of faith to talk about my issues.

Thanks again and always to all of you who were supportive throughout the last couple of weeks as I dealt with my sinus thing and all of this other junk. Your recommendations and advice are always appreciated, and I might invest in one of those Neti-Pots if I can get over my phobia about having water in my nose. I watched a couple of demo videos and it looks like it's worth using even if the process itself is kind of "eeeewwwww".
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31 lbs. in 18 months eating SAD (avg. 0.40 lbs./week)
55 lbs. in 19 weeks of McDougalling (avg. 2.89 lbs./week)

With all these excuses about his limbs, one suspects the gigantic primitive is trying to build up a case for not going back to work after the holidays, once he goes below 400.

BEG · « **Reply #1 on:** November 06, 2009, 12:57:15 PM »

Gross....on so many levels.

franksolich · « **Reply #2 on:** November 06, 2009, 12:58:16 PM »

Quote from: BEG on November 06, 2009, 12:57:15 PM

Gross....on so many levels.

My take on the gigantic primitive is that his weight is the least of his problems.

His lack of character and fortitude is the most of his problems.

jtyangel · « **Reply #3 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:04:57 PM »

You are right, frank. Even if he got down to 250 lbs, I think he'd still be moaning about his aches and pains and continue his disability on that basis.

franksolich · « **Reply #4 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:07:14 PM »

The guy has no conscience.

Here, he bitches and gripes all the time about how hard his wife has to work.

It's like he's not seeing why the poor woman has to work so hard.

njpines · « **Reply #5 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:10:42 PM »

Two things here:

1. His wife is definitely going to be rewarded in the afterlife for putting up with all his shit (pun intended). She's a saint!

2. For all his woes, trials and tribulations, he seems to be able to gather enough energy to scream curses at the poor woman whose job it is to get deadbeats like him to pay his bills . . .

franksolich · « **Reply #6 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:17:05 PM »

Quote from: njpines on November 06, 2009, 01:10:42 PM

His wife is definitely going to be rewarded in the afterlife for putting up with all his shit (pun intended). She's a saint!

Hmmm.

Maybe that's a clue here.

I had a long-ago (circa late 1600s) ancestor in Romania, the village ne-er-do-well, a deaf-mute, who went away to Vienna and then some years later came back a rich man.

All the single women in the village got all agog and excited about him.

He had beautiful women pursuing him.

But when it came time to pick a wife, he selected the meanest ugliest old shrew who had a penchant for nagging, and once the nuptial bonds were tied, she continued in that habit, nagging him right-and-left, up-and-down, all day long.

Nag, nag, nag, nag.....

Some time later, he was asked why he chose her, instead of the more aesthetic, the more loving, the more gentle, women who had applied to be his wife.

The long-ago ancestor said that thus far he had had a pretty easy, carefree, life, but being a mortal man, he of course had sinned, too.

And so he figured it was better for him to pay for his sins in this life, and not the next.

GOBUCKS · « **Reply #7 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:19:18 PM »

I knew it!! The only reason Jeanette stays with this disgusting slug of human debris is the fabulous sex.

njpines · « **Reply #8 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:27:50 PM »

Quote from: GOBUCKS on November 06, 2009, 01:19:18 PM

I knew it!! The only reason Jeanette stays with this disgusting slug of human debris is the fabulous sex.

Jeez -- I almost

on my keyboard!

franksolich · « **Reply #9 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:29:18 PM »

Quote from: GOBUCKS on November 06, 2009, 01:19:18 PM

I knew it!! The only reason Jeanette stays with this disgusting slug of human debris is the fabulous sex.

Wouldn't it be like a woman trying to wrestle with a stranded whale?

That's about as far as this imagination can go.

ReaganForRushmore · « **Reply #10 on:** November 06, 2009, 01:49:43 PM »

Quote from: GOBUCKS on November 06, 2009, 01:19:18 PM

I knew it!! The only reason Jeanette stays with this disgusting slug of human debris is the fabulous sex.

My eyes!......my eyes!

I did not need that eye worm!

Flame · « **Reply #11 on:** November 06, 2009, 02:16:39 PM »

Um...waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy TMI.

Mind bleach, pronto!

Texacon · « **Reply #12 on:** November 06, 2009, 02:18:18 PM »

Jeanette stays with him because she is cheating on him.

Last, why is it that its shoulders hurt so bad it can't do ANYTHING productive but it can post huge long threads on a message board.

Just my observations.

KC

Karin · « **Reply #13 on:** November 06, 2009, 02:47:17 PM »

Texacon, why wouldn't she just leave him then? I agree that she is definitely cheating on him. Boy she's working some looooong hours these days, isn't she?

Maybe she feels sorry for him, and has good memories of long ago, who knows? I do not possess the saintly nature to live my life that way. Actually it's not saintly. It's allowing oneself to be a doormat and an ATM machine.

What a rambling post.

(mine)

franksolich · « **Reply #14 on:** November 06, 2009, 02:52:49 PM »

Quote from: Karin on November 06, 2009, 02:47:17 PM

Texacon, why wouldn't she just leave him then? I agree that she is definitely cheating on him. Boy she's working some looooong hours these days, isn't she?

Maybe she feels sorry for him, and has good memories of long ago, who knows? I do not possess the saintly nature to live my life that way. Actually it's not saintly. It's allowing oneself to be a doormat and an ATM machine.

The gigantic primitive's 150-pound wife, lilliputian when standing next to her husband, wouldn't have good memories of long ago; they only just got married a few years ago, when the gigantic primitive was already big and bloated.

They met on the internet.

One wonders what sort of "personal ad" the gigantic primitive made up, to attract her.

Chris · « **Reply #15 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:01:22 PM »

Quote from: franksolich on November 06, 2009, 02:52:49 PM

One wonders what sort of "personal ad" the gigantic primitive made up, to attract her.

"Orbital sphere seeking planetary satellite. Must have prior experience with beached animals and toilet wands."

Texacon · « **Reply #16 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:04:00 PM »

Quote from: Karin on November 06, 2009, 02:47:17 PM

Texacon, why wouldn't she just leave him then? I agree that she is definitely cheating on him. Boy she's working some looooong hours these days, isn't she?

Maybe she feels sorry for him, and has good memories of long ago, who knows? I do not possess the saintly nature to live my life that way. Actually it's not saintly. It's allowing oneself to be a doormat and an ATM machine.

What a rambling post. (mine)

I think for several reasons. Comfort being one of them. Sympathy may be one. Lots of people get locked into their 'comfort zone' and fear change. They figure why rock the boat when everything is working.

Maybe she is cheating with the housemate and he doesn't have the means to support her? I don't know but just from the giants ramblings I get the very distinct impression that Jeanette is cheating. I could be wrong but I'll bet I'm not.

KC

ScubaGuy · « **Reply #17 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:13:53 PM »

Quote from: Texacon on November 06, 2009, 02:18:18 PM

Jeanette stays with him because she is cheating on him.

Last, why is it that its shoulders hurt so bad it can't do ANYTHING productive but it can post huge long threads on a message board.

Just my observations.

KC

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Well, this could have been the Clark County Library District, which Jeanette had just been on the phone with before heading off to work for the day, night and part of the wee hours of the morning. It could have been one of the county medical services or something for our roommate Joe, as well.

Yup, you may be right.

Chump · « **Reply #18 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:33:22 PM »

If I ever get on here and tell you all about how I can't wipe my own ass because of my limited range of motion due to my immense girth, please kill me. That is all.

Texacon · « **Reply #19 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:39:55 PM »

Quote from: Chump on November 06, 2009, 03:33:22 PM

If I ever get on here and tell you all about how I can't wipe my own ass because of my limited range of motion due to my immense girth, please kill me. That is all.

LOL I broke my right arm once upon a time and .... well .... it's the one I USE for ... you know. Anyway the first time I had to go take a dump I realized my dilemma. I hollered for my wife to come wipe my ass and she LAUGHED AT ME!!! I couldn't believe it. I thought she loved me.

I learned to use my left arm pretty quick.

KC

Karin · « **Reply #20 on:** November 06, 2009, 03:41:03 PM »

When he started going on about that, wasn't it an intro to his sex life? I thought he was going to say something like, "I'm willing and more able to do it these days, but since Jeanette had to wipe my gigantic ass of disgusting matter, again and again, it turned her off permanently."

Chris · « **Reply #21 on:** November 06, 2009, 04:06:24 PM »

Quote from: Texacon on November 06, 2009, 03:39:55 PM

LOL I broke my right arm once upon a time and .... well .... it's the one I USE for ... you know. Anyway the first time I had to go take a dump I realized my dilemma. I hollered for my wife to come wipe my ass and she LAUGHED AT ME!!! I couldn't believe it. I thought she loved me.

Yeah, I'd have say you were screwed. Practice makes perfect.

The Village Idiot · « **Reply #22 on:** November 06, 2009, 04:18:06 PM »

Quote from: franksolich on November 06, 2009, 12:58:16 PM

Frank, who is that in your avatar?

Why is ginormous' handle different?

I am fat too, a lot more than I'd like but not being able to get on his hands and knees?? Thats crazy.

I usually walk a mile on weekday mornings getting a nephew and neice to school. No problem.

crockspot · « **Reply #23 on:** November 06, 2009, 04:24:52 PM »

Quote from: Texacon on November 06, 2009, 02:18:18 PM

Jeanette stays with him because she is cheating on him.

Last, why is it that its shoulders hurt so bad it can't do ANYTHING productive but it can post huge long threads on a message board.

Just my observations.

KC

Bingo. My money is on roommate Joe being kept around for more than just sharing the rent.

jtyangel · « **Reply #24 on:** November 06, 2009, 04:25:02 PM »

Quote from: Karin on November 06, 2009, 03:41:03 PM

When he started going on about that, wasn't it an intro to his sex life? I thought he was going to say something like, "I'm willing and more able to do it these days, but since Jeanette had to wipe my gigantic ass of disgusting matter, again and again, it turned her off permanently."

LOL..I expected the same thing.

Another idea on the cheating and not leaving thing, is I have a feeling that the gigantic one heaps an immense amount of guilt onto her shoulders. Some people really are motivated by that emotion and can be manipulated. They may want out, but instead resolve themselves to carrying on half a life, never quite being able to move out totally because she can't bear the guilt of feeling like a 'bad guy' for leaving his sorry ass in the dirt.

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Author Topic: gigantic primitive being harassed by bill collectors; describes sex life (11-06) (Read 8532 times)