Posts made by Macha

Strawberry Mochi ice cream. I'd heard it existed, but I just found it. Love.

So I've decided I'm calling the college on Monday, and ask for the best email for these screenshots. I'm mildly terrified, and will possibly be freaking out on Monday and need to vent. I know this is anger, but I just wanted to say thanks for the people encouraging me to do what needs to be done.

@tyche He lied under oath and perjured himself. That alone, should be disqualification.

Puppies. Cute bully breed puppies you had no idea lived across the street.

@tinuviel thanks for the support. I can’t go to law enforcement because I don’t know which it would be, as it happened far from home. But I am seriously considering the screenshots being given to the college. I just worry about the backlash stress.

Dr. Ford's coming forward and telling a national audience about her trauma 'inspired' a slimeball who assaulted me to post about how you just don't force yourself on a woman who says stop. That was the tipping point. I called him out on Facebook, tagged him and just let people know. He's a professor at a local college, so he came to me all apologetic, ...and then changed his name on FB to a nickname to hide himself from his work entanglements. He confessed with of course the favorite male caveat 'That's not how I remember it", and then came to me to try and manipulate me into silence. "Do you think I should lose my job over this?" "Do I need to get a lawyer?" "The more my name comes up in connection with this incident, the more likely I could lose my job. That's not your problem, per se, but it will have an impact." ... Which is all classic guilt the victim abuser crap 101. And then he wondered why I got angry. I'm still angry. I don't know how to NOT be angry about it. Part of me thinks I should send the screenshots to the college, let them decide. Part of me, the victim in me, doesn't think it should go that far. Which just winds me back up at anger.

I dropped my license on Monday. I knew, the moment I realized it was missing, that I had dropped it in the offices of the doctor I had been at (Or in the diabetic educator, after I was told No, you're a type 1 like you've been trying to tell us for NINE YEARS). I called and asked if they would look. Got a call back "Nope, not here!" I gave it another couple days, and then ordered a replacement. Today, got a call. "Oh hey, your license was in my office after all!" WTactualF, you asshats.

So, for a decade now, I've been arguing about my diabetes diagnosis. I did my research, and have politely and repeatedly asked for the test to make sure I'm type 2. (One of the admitting Drs in the ER thought it was type 1, but then someone else took over and stated it was 2). FINALLY, last fall, someone did the test. I'm type one. They didn't tell me this until my appointment this week. They've changed my doses and timings and added other things... and 'oh yeah, we might have damaged your liver, if these test results are anything, by giving you the wrong med.'. So effing furious.

@lisse24 Call your doctor. Harrass them (politely) until they give you the order.

My arm is bleeding, I can't use said arm to lift anything, I lost my license somewhere in the course of my day (that's 65 bucks if it doesn't turn up), and my roommate is being all passive aggressive and pouty when I try to explain to him I need to make sure I have the money to get a new license if it doesn't turn up in a day or two, and that if it turns up, I will take him out to dinner for his birthday, or I will take him out on my next paycheck.

The place he wants to go is opening tonight, and you never go opening night anyhow! But no, he'll stomp up the stairs and pout.

(the bleeding from donating blood finally stopped. He's still being pouty and whiny.)

Just like seriously... fuck that.

I'm super happy. I finally have contacts again, and can get cheap ass sunglasses! Wooo!

Dear Dr Twat - you fucked up the referral, you denied to my face --the thing you said to my face, and you have zero interest in actually finding out what the issue at the root level is. Please go die in a fire, thanks.

When you end up in a weekend ritual because you don't have the power to decide where or when, but the moment you have any power or say, the other person turns into a toddler, complete with bitchy tantrum.

When I am on break, I am on BREAK. don't bother me unless someone is bleeding to death or something. Same goes for lunch. I don't care if I am at my desk, near my desk, eating at my desk. If both earbuds are in, I'm on break.

@cobaltasaurus It's hard being a female delivery driver. (It's a hard job anyhow, but...) I had a guy try to grab me and pull me inside once, before he even took the pizza. After that, my boss broke the company rules for me and made me carry pepper spray.

Dear work,

The new schedule you gave me completely effs up transportation. I can not spend over 12 hours of my day devoted getting to you, working for you, and getting home. I would be sick in the space of 3 weeks, thanks to the BS my body is pulling. Please understand since you interviewed me, my transportation options have changed.

Yeah, you were supposed to ship this important thing last week. I NEED this important thing to function like a human being who is not in a shit-ton of pain.

Asshole.

(aka Auto immunes suck)

@auspice I just want to say YAY! New Car! WOOOO!

@thenomain So today, I had to explain Oingo Boingo to someone. I even sang some of dead man's party, but to no avail. Just love that intro.

@zombiegenesis I totally love the guy. I would love to see him in more things, because he's just fantastic.