Having a rough time lately.
It’s good to be here, among others who are also in various stages of struggle.
Migraine today.
Also, my furnace is dying/dead. I bundled under multiple blankets last night while the temperature got down to 36. Looking for repair people willing to come out and fix everything.
Also, health insurance/Medicare issues. All of a sudden it stopped covering anything, and I have no idea why.
The disability issues are still getting worse. In my free time I surf eBay for nice-looking wheelchairs.
For my thanksgiving, I microwaved some leftover chicken that had been sitting a few days in the fridge. Not the greatest meal, but still something to be thankful for.
I am very tired.
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I can’t think of a single day in the last 5 years that wouldn’t have been better spent in bed with hot chocolate & comic books. But for some reason I keep making the same mistake of getting out of bed.
This time of year, some places have peppermint hot chocolate, which is awesome.
But, the catch is that I’d have to get out of bed to buy it.
Someone should really start a hot chocolate delivery service. But then I guess I would have to open the door and I hate that.
I almost never open the door when I hear someone out there.
I never answer the landline when it rings, because I can’t make it to the phone in time (because of disability isssues).
And if my cell phone rings, there’s about a 50/50 chance of me answering.
I’m a socially screwed up person… which is unfortunate because hot chocolate delivery sounds like a wonderful thing.
Good to know I’m not the only one… when my cell rings if I don’t recognize the number there’s a 10% chance I’ll pick up, and if I do recognize the number there’s a 25% chance.
I haven’t answered the land line since 1996.
And unless I know the pizza guy is coming, I send out the attack dogs whenever the doorbell rings.
Funny, you & I might be next door neighbors but we’d never know it.
I think being socially screwed up seems to be common to people who are depressed or suicidal, because for me it causes me to feel disconnected from others, much more isolated and it’s easier to feel completely alone and hopeless if it’s hard to connect or relate with others. Just my observation.
Sounds about right!
Hey Cordless. I am sorry to hear that you are having such a hard time recently. I hope that things get better for you. I know that you life has been very hard compared to most people. I dont know why some people in life have things SO good while other people have things so hard. Its something about life that boggles my mind and sometimes irritates me. You are such a good soul. You are such a good person and it sucks that you often have things really hard.
I hope that somebody comes and fixes your furnace for you soon
and i hope these other issues in your life improve as well.
I wish you the best
So far nothing has changed.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
I guess it’s that time of the year again, when the holidays start taking a bit of an extra toll on everyone (specially on those who have it extra rough), so… yeah, i’d rather grab a hot chocolate and stay a home too (wish i could). I hope you can fix at least some of those issues, it sounds like at least the furnace and health care ones might be fixable (hopefully in the short run). And hey, old chicken is better than no chicken. No thanksgiving celebration around here but i’m set on eating something good for christmas (that MIGHT make it a tiny bit more bearable), grilled chicken might do the trick.
Mf…!
It’s good to hear from you.
For awhile there I didn’t know if you were still around.
Glad to see you here… well, you know what I mean.
And yes, old chicken is better than no chicken. 🙂
hot chocolate delivery sounds pre great…. Would be even better if they were good at breaking into houses too, so you wouldn’t even have to answer the door, they could just bring it right to you in bed…. -_-
That sounds creepy and genius at the same time. 😮
I can see the dilemma : “I need to issue a restraining order on this guy, but if I do, he’ll stop bringing me hot chocolate.”