#shit luck

[autoneurotic]

this plane is definitely crashing! this boat is obviously sinking! this building’s totally burning down! and my and my and my and my heart has slowly dried up!

[shutterwolf]

Disney+ has reeeeeeeally gotta fix their shit.

Tell me how you’ll not only just Not Log In.

But the device I WAS logged into now forced me to go through superficial profile customization that didn’t need done AT ALL.

And then forces you to log in once you go through EVERY. TAB.

And then. And then! You’re very correct password is UNACCEPTABLE SOMEHOW.

And this only seems to happen when I say aloud “you know what I’d love to watch_____”

NO ONE ELSE HAS HAD PROBLEMS this only happens when I want to watch something.

Is it a first world problem sure but we literally were watching stuff on it this morning. Works for my husband. The minute he leaves oh fuck now we can’t have this!

I just want ONE THING IN MY LIFE TO GO RIGHT GOD!!

[conceitedcat]

[positivepete]

you win some, you lose some

My win? I got out of jury duty on Monday.

My loss? I came down with a cold Friday afternoon and now my entire weekend is shot (old enough to know “powering through” only means I’ll be sick for longer. Also, I don’t wanna pass this on to anyone else. That shit ain’t cool.)

[mimi-is-a-unicorn]

Just a quick life update real quick

1) I'm still in love with my Australian friend but I'm still realistic about the fact that I can never date said Australian friend because 10,000 miles apart

2) It doesn't really bother me anymore cause I can still talk to them daily and thats fine

3) Closer to home, I'm still holding out hope that the really kinky dude from last month is interested in me cause he was fucking perfect but I'm just not getting the right vibes still

4) Back at uni for second year and just moved into a new flat with 6 people that I don't know whoop whoop gonna be awkward

5) I'm not dissociating as much at the moment but have this horrible empty feeling every morning where I feel like I don't actually exist

6) Because I applied for my finance and second year before I got diagnosed with bpd I cant change any of my forms to get extra support until next year 🙃

7) my brothers friend is acting like a dickhead since I told him I wasnt interested in him - like the second he sees me chatting up a guy or girl in the pub he comes over and stands freakishly close to me and freaks the person out

8) Booked my first open day to look at doing a Postgraduate Law Degree 😁 providing that I keep getting Firsts for the rest of my current course, the career plan seems to be looking up

[mssticha]

I guess I should update anyone on here who is wondering where the hell I've been. I'm alive and the fire is gone. That's about the extent of my positivity right now. You can read all about it under the cut it you're interested.

As many of you know, after a scary breast abscess this past winter I had a double mastectomy in June (followed by emergency gallbladder removal three days later). Things were going great. I stopped having back pain for the first time in years since I was finally even. The fills were slowly stretching me out and making me look and feel better. Then everything went to shit strong the end of September.

I was told I have nodules on my thyroid that require biopsy (I see the specialist in two weeks for that). I was told chemo caused bone loss in my mouth that is irreversible and requires constant maintenance. I cracked my foot on a bed and ended up in a walking boot because I severed the tendons and ligaments between my fourth and fifth toe. All of that happened over 2 days. Then the radiator cracked in our vehicle

I kept my head up and kept going. We found a new van a few hours away and stayed the night in a hotel with a pool and waterslide to turn it into a fun little family vacation. I started getting a little uncomfortable on the way home, but didn't think much about it.

Long story short, I developed cellulitis in my breast from the pool water entering a small hole in my scar. I had red streaks across my chest by the time I got to the hospital and was admitted. I was there for five days on two different IV antibiotics but ended up losing the implant in an emergency surgery once I started spiking a fever again. And now my current surgeon doesn't think my skin can handle reconstruction after all of that and I have no idea how to find someone else.

I’ve had 4 surgeries this year with nothing to show for it and I’m facing the scary unknown with yet another biopsy. 

So... Yeah. That's why I've been absent. That's why I haven't written anything. And that's why I'm not really my usual self.

TL/DR: Fuck cancer, fuck all of the hidden, long-dormant side effects from treatment, and fuck my luck.

[baptizedinshit]

Not only am i sick but on my way back from work i got a flat tire. Im in a new state with no friends/people who have my back with license plates that nearly get me run off the road (buck off trump rulez bumper sticker im looking at you). Its a 5 mile estimated 2 hour walk home, the great city of kentwoods taxi service had an eta of 2 hours only after you “make your appointment” which is somehow different from calling and taking the reservation. I dont have a credit card or good debit to sign up for uber and a whopping $40 on my work card/new debit. Its 24 degrees out and cold so i walk home. Despite nearly jogging i manage to reaffirm googles eta of 2 hours. Time to drown my bone chill in vodka and get ready to pick up my car/put a donut on tomorrow and go back to work for the dinner shift.

[6trash6boat6]

Sesh the other night.