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If you’ll allow me to tell you off for a moment, I would suggest it is a priority. You’re worried about it, and you have a very good ‘reason to slide.’

Pretty much! Honk honk …
It is duly noted. You sound more like my mother than my actual mother has sounded in years, it is both funny and appreciated :story:
 
I have no idea what I’m doing, I just sort of muddle through in a state of dread and fear that someone will realise I don’t know what I’m doing and fire me. Having said that, when I ask questions it becomes apparent that nobody else knows what they’re doing either, so there’s that.
Ever since quarantine began, I stopped knowing what I was doing. It's been six years, so.
 
I like writing, I haven't told anyone. I don't want my disappointment of low expectations so that they give me one of their dismissive head bobbles of vague acknowledgement. Fuck that shit.
I am up to Chapter 4 but I've gone back and re edited Chapter 1 and 2.
 
and it's infinitely worse to never ever let yourself connect with other people
I've been guilty of doing that for a very long while. I completely agree.

It really has been loads of fun though, it's just a huge, intricate puzzle, and that really tickles my brain in a way that many other things just don't quite manage to do. It gives me a similar puzzle-brain enjoyment as making complicated spreadsheets that can fetch data in fun ways. Very difficult at times. Very rewarding also!
Programming can be really fun, but sometimes it can also be very repetitive and tedious. Still, making things is cool! Lately, I've been kind of burned out on some of my hobby projects, I need to get back into it!
 
I have no idea what I’m doing, I just sort of muddle through in a state of dread and fear that someone will realise I don’t know what I’m doing and fire me. Having said that, when I ask questions it becomes apparent that nobody else knows what they’re doing either, so there’s that.
The longer I work in the professional world (nearly 20 years now) the more this is clearer and clearer. There is so wise sage that knows it all while you look to them in awe. There are no experts. Anyone who claims they are an expert is either lying or an idiot.

Thread tax: after an appointment with a surgeon this morning it appears I will be moving forward with a resection surgery to hopefully solve the ongoing diverticulitis that continues to plague me. I have been feeling unwell for so long now, I dont remember what it feels like to "feel good".
 
I’m working from home today and the cat has decided to hang out with me all day which is nice. Then I got a sandwich from the store for lunch, and I guess I'm a regular there now since they give me free coffees whenever I go there lately.

I don't identify as a liberal or conservative or progressive or chud or any of that. I'm left-leaning on a lot of things, right-leaning some other things, and there's a lot that I don't strongly care about. Calling myself a lib or progressive would imply I support some stuff I don't, particularly troonery and unlimited third world immigration.

I find that my chudded up friends don't really have any problems associating with people who are less conservative than them. They'll joke that I'm gay because I've got a bit of an environmentalist bent, but it's all jokes. Friendly banter. I just call them gay or fat back. But most of my lib/progressive friends consider any disagreement to be a major transgression. Consciously or not, they don't understand that any one individual has a negligible impact on politics beyond a hyper-local level. There's a pretty wide range of worldviews and opinions where I'm willing to associate with you. Aside a few libbed up boomers, every issue is life or death to then. And consequently, no issue is, because that's an exhausting way to approach the world. We're going to the brewery that serves pizza, man, what does J.K. Rowling's Twitter have to do with anything?

I've heard other people say this too. I don't know if it's, like, a known phenomenon, but I've heard other people say the same thing.

@bellybutton exorcism, check out the programming thread in Internet & Technology. There's a lot of language sperging in there, but they're all good people. I promise.
 
im going to tell her about the B vitamins. poor girl is so pale and tired all the time...and shes also worried people will think shes faking it for attention, because apparently there are lots of videos of young girls doing this, but its not like shes doing anything of the sort. i used to give her these giant salt tablets but they made her stomach hurt. i feel bad for both of you, having to deal with this issue, because it definitely has to suck!!! :feels:
Has she had her iron levels checked? Anaemia in young women is very common and can lead to similar symptoms.
That's the first signs of anemia. If she has heavy periods she may be loosing lots of iron.
Iron uptake is also reliant on having enough vitamins to process it into blood. I'd send her to a doc to get blood work done. Iron and iron reserves used to be like 15USD for a check.

I don't think many people know this, but while mild iron anemia is common for women of child-bearing age, iron is not the ONLY deficiency that causes anemia. B vitamins and others can cause anemia as well.
Anemia is very common with POTS. It's fairly normal that one when function of autonomic/dysautonomic nervous system has regulation issues, other sections may as well, or may develop issues later. Those systems work together to control basically every unconcious action your body does - not just maintaining blood pressure and volume, but breathing, heart pumping, digestion, bladder, etc. A lot of people with POTS also deal with malabsoprtion, heartburn, breathing issues, heart palpitations, slight incontinence, etc. For me, even though I practically eat like a carnivore I still have relatively low levels of iron.

I really can't recommend enough that your daughter drink electrolytes religiously, and take supplements - a good pre-natal supplement is fantastic with POTS, as well as a B complex and an iron supplement. I think they make (or at least market) supplements and electrolyte mixes specifically for POTS but I haven't tried any of them, the above combination works for me. Electrolytes in the most basic form are basically saltwater, but in a format that's easy to digest and should avoid any issues she has with stomach upset that the pill could cause. I would also recommend she looks into compression garments, pants like fighter pilots wear. I invested in a Polar H10 to keep track of my heart rate and it's helped a lot in tracking potential episodes early, it's about $100. And then there's your basic lifestyle changes - stress and heat are common triggers, some foods do it for some people too. Try to eat a balanced diet, exorcise appropriately, sleep well, etc. If she's in danger of random bouts of fainting while in public, she could potentially get a medical dog to alert her to episodes and catch her if she falls, but those are very expensive (covered by most insurance though). Physical therapy is really important if she can afford to get that - the whole "go until I drop" thing was my first instinct but in the longrun it apparently fucked my exorcise tolerance. The key is being active every day, but not overexerting yourself, and eventually you can start actually raising your endurance and do more without triggering symptoms. It's aggravatingly slow, though.

I will say that dealing with POTS is really upsetting, even aside from the physical limitations it places in you. I struggled a lot with accepting I had a problem that I couldn't just continue to ignore. I also feel like I'm faking it somehow, I'm always afraid people might think I'm faking it for attention and now I rarely leave the house. My husband can usually tell before I can when I'm having an episode and I get ghostly pale, so I know it should be obvious to an extent, but I hate drawing that kind of attention to myself. It's also embarrassing to admit in casual conversation that I can't work or drive when I look perfectly healthy right then. Mentally it can screw with you a lot; I can tell by the way you talk about your daughter that you truly care about her, and I'm certain that means a LOT to her.
 
So I bought a plant.
My retarded ass may have over-watered the fucking plant. I literally bought it a few days ago. How the fuck could it die so quickly. I, for one, refuse to believe that it is dead but, you know.
The girl told me to water it every other way. I would check on the dirt every day, and it was fucking dry, but I guess it has to be desert-dry before watering. Sure.
And I moved the plant around to find the best place for it take some sunlight; I was told it needed several hours a day. Well, I moved it all over the patio like a moron and only one of the dozen flowers opened today. For some reason some flowers look brown today, so I was like "Oh, great, I fucking drowned them." But did I? I don't know, probably. Fungi takes its sweet time to grow, there's no way in hell those motherfuckers overtook my stupid fucking plant in two days.
Anyway. I'm going to leave it in the highest spot I can find to ensure it takes in a stupid amount of sunlight. I really need to see those flowers open, oh my God.
 
I'm just rambling into the void, sorry in advance, had to get it off my chest and have no one I can talk to.

I don't really have a reason to complain, but can't help myself. Today has been the first time I cried in years, don't think I am emotionally stunted, but I am certainly a weirdo. The last time I actually had a friend was back in the military, and that friendship fizzled out over six years ago due to various circumstances. I don't have anyone to talk to or share things with. My father lives nearby, but that relationship is pretty surface level. Never had luck with the ladies, was in love twice, but both times I got my heart broken. I have a roof over my head, work is fine, and I can pursue my handful of hobbies at my leisure. But the past decade or so just felt the same day in and out. Just the same routine and daydreaming about things I don't have in my life. It almost feels meaningless, even thought that sounds like straight from " I am 13 and this is deep". My current lifestyle is something that I wanted as a teenager, but in hindsight, I don't know if it was that great to begin with. There are other issues that I have to deal with, some I cannot get rid of due to reasons that I can't control.

No idea what I am doing with my life, no idea if things will change in the future. I don't know if I build a cage for myself, or that's just how things develop sometimes.

Sorry again, bitching about my life to strangers on the internet is certainly not productive, but I needed to vent for a little bit.
 
You ever feel too extreme for both sides of a conflict? Gender war bullshit of course. In fairness, I don’t know why I was expecting rational discussion in the off topic sections so that’s on me. But it’s caused me to ask if men and women are meant to be together. Men and women live in two completely different worlds that are at odds with each other. And both seem to despise the other beneath it all. Maybe I’m just overthinking or being schizo.
 
You ever feel too extreme for both sides of a conflict? Gender war bullshit of course. In fairness, I don’t know why I was expecting rational discussion in the off topic sections so that’s on me. But it’s caused me to ask if men and women are meant to be together. Men and women live in two completely different worlds that are at odds with each other. And both seem to despise the other beneath it all. Maybe I’m just overthinking or being schizo.
It's hard for me to "choose a side" because I've struggled, albeit in different ways, with both men and women. They all display certain patterns of behavior, sure, but such reductive perception of humans in general is absurd. The only instances in which I'm willing to indulge in this is when I wish to act racist or transphobic, or engage in similar forms of hatred.
Hating on either men or women entails hating on half the world population, including Whites. It makes no sense to hate my kind. But don't get me wrong, I don't mean to let every wrongdoing slide under such pretense. It is still weird, however, how I've gotten the equivalent of a dislike on this platform by defending men; and by defending women. You really can't win. Whatever—fuck them.
 
that I can't work or drive
my daughter hasnt been able to get her license either...i hate that so much for her too, because of course she wants to drive and be independent etc...im so sorry you are also dealing with all this. from what ive seen, it does seem really awful. i gave her some b vitamins last night, and told her that she must get to a doctor about this..shes so damn stubborn about it, but im going to get on her ass from now on, as i never considered anemia.
im glad you have a husband to help you though, i cant imagine dealing with this issue without someone to help!!
 
I like writing, I haven't told anyone. I don't want my disappointment of low expectations so that they give me one of their dismissive head bobbles of vague acknowledgement. Fuck that shit.
I am up to Chapter 4 but I've gone back and re edited Chapter 1 and 2.
what are you writing about??? i bet its good, you should show us a sample of your work!
 
Sorry again, bitching about my life to strangers on the internet is certainly not productive, but I needed to vent for a little bit.
Maybe not "productive" in the more typical sense of the word, but it helps for sure! Being heard and understood is an antidote like no other, even when the listener can't really do anything to meaningfully change your situation. We're social animals, it's only natural to want to commiserate and lighten the burden a bit when we're feeling down. :)

Truly hope something comes along for you that strikes an interest, be it person(s) or projects, and shakes things up in a pleasant way. I don't know if it'll help
or you'll feel the need/desire, but if you need a buddy to talk to, even just briefly, I'm happy to lend an ear. Cheers!
 
I'm just rambling into the void, sorry in advance, had to get it off my chest and have no one I can talk to.
Mate, from what you're rambling you're literally me. I didn't know I had multiple accounts. Our particular life circumstances may differ, but it seems the outcomes are the same.

Men and women live in two completely different worlds that are at odds with each other.
But that's what makes it interesting isn't it? What would be the fun in being with someone who is exactly like yourself and has the same points of view? Opposites attract and all that innit? Besides, as a man, shouldn't you desire someone who challenges you?
Maybe I'm nuts, but I find the notion of something I can't comprehend somewhat tantalizing. The unknown brings fear, but also curiosity and the desire to explore and know it.

Being heard and understood
Sometimes reading posts I pause and can't help but briefly think "hmm, this sounds a bit like tranny rhetoric, you're heckin valid, you're seen and heard". But at the same time, it really do be like that, humans desire to be understood and accepted by other humans, it's only natural as we are social creatures. I don't know how hard people have struggled with this throughout history, but it seems nowadays people struggle with it in real life more than ever. We're both incredibly connected and disconnected from each other at the same time. Or is it just a kind of confirmation bias since the internet attracts people who struggle with such things, while those don't have these issues are out there happily touching grass and not ranting on the internet?
 
humans desire to be understood and accepted by other humans, it's only natural as we are social creatures. I don't know how hard people have struggled with this throughout history, but it seems nowadays people struggle with it in real life more than ever. We're both incredibly connected and disconnected from each other at the same time.
Yeah, I think this is certainly a big portion of the problem. Our lives are so fragmented in so many ways, and a huge number of us are so busy and feel so run ragged that it becomes a chore just to socialize. By the time we realize how badly we've been needing it we're waist deep in the quicksand and struggling to claw back out, when you do get out, it's tiring, and you struggle to go out, and... What a fun cycle to get trapped in!

FWIW, as heccin valid as it may come across, I mean it with complete sincerity. There's enough mean-spirited "irony" and dismissal of genuine emotions in the world already, you know? KF's a strange place to talk about it, probably, but I don't think any place is a bad place to try and be kind when I can. :)
 
I’m sick of this fucking cert. I take the test three fucking times. And I FUCKING fail EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME. I make flash cards. I watch videos. I have a notebook FULL of shit. I do practice tests and I ace them. And I still can’t fucking pass!!!! I need the cert if I’m gonna get the job I was promised once I’m done with college. If I can’t get it I’m FUCKED. Christ I need a cigarette. Man.
 
FWIW, as heccin valid as it may come across, I mean it with complete sincerity. There's enough mean-spirited "irony" and dismissal of genuine emotions in the world already, you know? KF's a strange place to talk about it, probably, but I don't think any place is a bad place to try and be kind when I can. :)
To also clarify, I didn't mean to imply otherwise.
 
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