post your major complaint here

Just realized that I don't post as much on petty complaints because I wasn't raised to "complain" or even "want things".


Maybe I just like to accept everything bad in my life and give up on things. Maybe I've already gave up on life.

I can understand that. I put it as being resigned to this is what I have in life and will have. It is more of I don't expect too much or too varied changes whether for good or bad.

@Fbr27

My family never really encouraged asking anyone for help. So I learned not to ask. It has its plusses and minuses.

Nowadays, I scour every post for typos before I hit “post” and some still make it through. Misspellings and forgotten articles like “a“ or “the” make it look like I’m communicating with some kind of weird caveman talk.

This is what it looks like when you try to type with only one hand and a brain injury, I guess. But that excuse is starting to wear a little thin.

This is my new life now, I need to get used to it. But my reasons for doing everything badly/slowly are starting to feel like excuses.

Just got a letter informing me that my doctor is quitting her practice to have a baby. She is a lousy doctor. So glad she is leaving,

I am transferring to a DO whom I have heard is very good. The complaint is that I cannot get a transfer appointment with her until March. That is a long wait. But, if needed, I know I can see someone before then. We desperately need more doctors in this country.

“Why don’t you tell anyone when something is the matter?”

”Name one time you’ve helped rather than explain to me how I’m wrong to feel the way I do.”

I had a DO a long time ago, nice lady. She asked if I had a problem with a female doctor, I just as long as she doesn't point and giggle during examination I was just fine. She commented back that she knew I was quite a big character. She is the one that really set me on the path with my diabetes so ranks high in my opinion on that. My a1C back then was about 8 and now it is 5.7 or so, so yep, good thoughts and feelings about her.

Good to hear you had a positive experience with DO. A former co-worker had this lady and really liked her. I tried to get on with her once before but she was not accepting new patients. I like the fact that she has more knowledge of 'natural' remedies then regular MDs.

You say things are gonna be different, and that you aren't finding excuses to constantly run away from me, but those words are completely empty unless you actually demonstrate that. Before you last went away, i asked you if this was gonna be an indication of how life is now, and you said it wouldn't, but you weren't even back for a day before you said you were fucking off yet again. I'm slowly dying here, and you just keep abandoning me to it. No healthy person can feel this sick all the time. All you ever do is drift back into my life for a couple of days at most, make it considerably harder, then sod off again and leave me to it.

Fuck you. It's impossible not to take the message away from it that you absolutely hate me since i came out trans. I'm gonna spend my final days in so much more pain and misery, all because you couldn't be bothered to take responsibility for your diseased, burnout failure of a daughter. You've been like this from the moment i came out trans. How am i possibly supposed to take anything away from that other than that you hate me for being honest about that?

Do you think i moved back in with you, out in the middle of fucking nowhere because i like being a million miles away from any kind of infrastructure? Fuck no. I did it because i desperately needed your help just to survive, because i'm so sick. And i can't convince the NHS to give me the hospice care i clearly need. I kept thinking i could overcome it eventually, but every time i adjust to it, it gets worse. I can barely get out of bed. I feel like i'm dying. I need help, i need you to help me already. E tells me i'm still a priority to you, but i don't feel it at all. If i was, you'd be able to tolerate spending more than a couple of days in my presence.

I hate going to the bloody mailbox these days. It only brings bad news. More rate increases coming our way. BIG increases. All the utilities are requesting them. Not to mention property tax increases. Hell, my expenses are increasing too. Food, insurance, electricity, natural gas, car maintenance, medical care. But my income is NOT increasing. I am a retired senior citizen. One of those now USELESS creatures. How do they expect people like us to pay these bills? They are devastating. It just pushes us that much closer to choosing between homeless and death.

the elderly are the fastest growing homeless statistics

mike....