About 15 yrs ago I was playing with my cat and I fell over and fucked my lower back / hip.. 2 yrs ago I fell off my bike and I could feel it almost unfucked my back (counter intuitive, but it rearranged something). Then.. when swimming in the ocean a few times straight after it felt like something had really changed.
Had a big stretch and there was an almighty 'clunk'.. something popped back in. It was extremely satisfying. Woke up to zero (0!) back pain. I've been dreaming of that 'clunk' ever since even though the back / hip was all good.
Corn & zucchini fritters, served with salad and mint yoghurt dressing. I made enough to feed a small army, so the freezer will be filled with many future fritters too.
I forgot to add to my other comment - powdered eggs are a thing. They are perfect for when you want to make something like fritters or pancakes in amounts smaller than one egg worth.
It's 2am, I should be sleeping, and all I can think about is how absolutely awesome it would be to drive or work on one of the super long distance trains, like the ones across the nullabor or up north. I mean, probably not that awesome for most normal people, but I love trains, love being in the middle of nowhere, and hate people. Going on a 40 hour train ride through actual nowhere is genuinely a dream
It sounds like being a train driver would be a job choice for you. Not sure if you need to be qualified to drive metro trains before you can get to do the long distance ones (given they also run in towns). But you'd probably enjoy metro trains as well - even though there are a lot of people on the trains you don't interact with them as a driver, the only interaction is putting out the wheelchair ramp as needed. Downside is hitting the occassional person which can be stressful.
I thought about that and used to really want to (although I was leaning slightly more towards vline than metro). But train driver positions usually draw a lot of applicants, and out of those they accept almost none
I've gone down the occasional rabbit hole of watching YouTube videos of this kind of thing, and I think there may have been a TV series a few years back following drivers and crews of different trains around the country, these Nullarbor ones included. Plus the whole Ghan slow-travel thing on SBS too.
Oo i'm a fan. Planning on actually diffuse lighting the bathroom and laundry eventually
(Convincing His Lordship we also need to home automate an intruder alert protocol that cuts all lights to deep red and starts playing the imperial march)
Just used a Container Deposit Scheme machine for the first time, easy and fast to use, quite fun actually. I got $7 back and now there's less to go in our home recycling.
Just caught the neighbours' cat using butters' kitty litter that is not on my fren.. quite literally casually came in and took a shit.. that's not on my little fren I'm not standing for it and nor would bboi.
I do know you are legally bound by the Australian Constitution as well as state and local laws to submit photographic evidence of your adorable kitty to the Melbourne DT community.
Also consider โBaby Jeebusโ as a name for aforementioned kitty.
Ask them how much the pet bond is. It is the most efficient way to ask permission for a pet, while also being aware that there are costs associated with it that you won't give them hassle over.
Itโs even worse because Iโm not really a touchy type person at all. Not even to people I love dearly, which is kind of creepy in its own way I guess.
Yeah, I'm pretty tough and try not to complain but this pain is debilitating. It has been for a very long time. It's been slowly and steadily worsening to the point I'm not really able to eat anymore, am in pain everyday like my guts are eating themselves and have gone from being borderline impacted at most times to constantly having the runs for no reason. Mostly bedbound at this point and the things I can do are severely diminished. This isn't even my main fucking disability. I am medically complex.
I've been seeking help for at least 15 years, closer to 20 now. I've taken the meds that are supposed to dull the pain. Had all the tests. I've done the liquid medical diets. Have admitted myself to emergency department repeatedly in the past, and have had drs/specialists be pretty rude and indifferent about it, telling me it's psychosomatic, or dismissing me as a drug seeker. I've been denied more tests by the gastroenterologists despite the last ones being 6 years ago and an important one being unsuccessful. Seeking a second opinion got me charged out the nose and handballed back. I've also been denied a J tube that would feed me abdominally.
This is unfortunately a common experience for chronically ill/chronic pain patients. But I'm going to have another crack at the hospital merry go round on Monday and hoping that having someone to back me up helps. Unfortunately Melbcat will have to go into temporary foster care which is so hard for me. (I can't explain to her what's happening, tell her not to be scared or reassure her that I'm coming back. And a run of bad luck means we weren't even able to get her to her vet appointment yet. Every single time we line one up something happens and it falls through.)
But this chronic severe pain and inability to eat is debilitating, it has been for a long time, and without being dramatic it is genuinely making me consider ending my life if it can't be controlled. I can't just keep doing this anymore.
I'm not expecting much though. The most likely outcome is waiting hours in the emergency department, experiencing more annoyed dismissive treatment, doing another round of tests just to find nothing, and going right back to trying to cope with and cover up the pain. Probably will have to come back here and tell you guys that nothing has been found or has changed.
I would undergo surgery if it would help but unfortunately it's high risk for poor results.
This is the disability/chronic pain experience I'm afraid, at least as a poor/public hospital patient. You eventually go in the too hard basket and start getting blamed. I don't know where to go to from here. There's a lot I want to live for but it's getting so bad that if it wasn't for Melbcat I would already have done it.
Ps. Please don't offer me suicide helplines. They're actually quite terrible.
Iโm so sorry to hear you are having such a horrid situation. Hang in there. You can do it. Hope the hospital visit can give you some answers. But also, whilst it is true that sometimes a diagnosis cannot be found, can they work towards some kind of treatment like pain management, diet, counselling to help you manage the situation. If no diagnosis forthcoming, word up the person supporting you to help you ask about how doctors can help lessen the symptoms to improve your quality of life. Perhaps they can refer you to a pain management specialist? A physician? I very much hope you can find some relief.
Thanks. I really hope for some answers as the previous efforts have been very cookie cutter with little result.
Iโve been to pain management clinics before for different issues and left because it wasnโt suiting. (I was unable to manage the physical therapy and was afraid of the prescription painkillers - which incidentally did end up killing my cousin) but am willing to go back and try again.
@melbaboutown@bot001 I can't offer anything really except empathy, I've only just experienced extended intense pain from a herniated disc, and even after 2 weeks I was thinking, if this doesn't get better, I don't know how I'm going to keep going, it's absolutely terrifying to consider years like that. I'm fortunate to seem to be one of the 90% that responds to conservative management but I'm on long term pain meds, and I'm really not sure if the injury is healing by itself or the pain is being masked by the meds.
One thing from your story though, I've read that an emerging treatment for a range of gastro issues is gut microbiome transplant, might be worth looking into if you haven't already as it's probably not going to be recommended by many gastroenterologists.
Can you get a patient advocate in hospital?
I know some states have rules about patients asking for help after being refused.
Iโm sorry youโre going through this, I spent years getting diagnosed with gastroparesis after many dismissals from specialists who didnโt even do the basic test. Was also told itโs stress, anxiety, psychological etc.
Anyway peg/j tubes are fairly standard things if one canโt eat /digest properly, what is their pushback reason on those?
Chronic pain is a hard problem to solve, pain specialists are super expensive and just seemed to push infusions or other medications rather than trying to work out the source. I had no success with them tbh. Have you read โexplain painโ? (Apologies if youโre already aware of this and itโs not helpful).
The specialist tells me that they donโt do it because of risks. My main disability also means poor wound healing that could lead to complications, and Iโm being told that it could end up being permanent.
Having read up on it I agree but I am getting desperate.
Hey mate I don't have much to offer but I'm very sorry that you're going through this and I hope you get through this safely. My DMs are always open if you want to have a chat though :)
Covid got me. Luckily even milder than last time, couple of days of a blocked nose and a bit of fatigue but thats it. Just really want to leave the house!!!!
Startrack, I hate you with every fibre of my being! Watched the little delivery person literally reach out their car window and put the "missed delivery" card in my mail box before speeding off when they saw me come out.
Finally back home after 104km of driving round town. I forgot how tiring this can get. Missed all the excitement of the m1 bullshit thankfully. But it was nice not being on my phone all day..
Wildlife Update: Iโm located under a bat flight path. They are currently travelling North to feed. The bats return home around 0515. My guess is they live around Yarra Bend Park.๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ
My vacuum cleaner repair held and I have now finished the vacuuming. Miss Meow turned herself into Missing Meow for the duration, and is now demanding extra lap time and pats to make up for the trauma.
Whyyy do cafes insist on serving milk for tea in those useless milk "jugs" that don't have a pouring lip? They spill every time. Because they don't have a pouring lip and aren't designed to pour stuff.
Butcher bird singing outside my window. They have such a lovely whistle tone. Noisy miners are not happy about it, the brave ones are attempting some screeching and swooping to dislodge the visitor, but from a safe distance so are not having much luck thus far. Suburban bird drama.
Me: Does this bus have any suspension or is Bell Street Coburg bumpy as? Or is the driver kerb running?
My bottom: same guy different haircut
Edit: speaking of bottom, someone put a curved piece of glass on one of the bus seats for someone to sit on. I removed it for safe disposal. Fuck that person.
Bell St Coburg is bumpy as. It's all the traffic going in the same lanes when crossing it - the tarmac gradually develops channels in the direction of traffic. Same thing on Hoddle St if crossing it at right angles. And St Georges Road. Bounce bounce as you go over the bumps. A car with good suspension doesn't notice it, but on a bus or a bike it can be a wild ride. No cure other than complete resurfacing which ain't gonna happen anytime soon. Mind you, there are some Dyson buses with square or triangular wheels I tell you true.
it is hard, though, because everything has been "informal".
I will say that, with the exception of direct line manager, my family member is universally praised by both colleagues and clients. I am not just biased - they do an exceptional job.
Yep. Took them to fairwork, self represented and got a payout. My favourite part was being asked if their lawyer was able to stay at the hearing, and of course I said no.
I had a diary of events, well documented. Waited until I was made redundant then lodged the case.
yeah, we are thinking about the lawyer, but it's hard as nothing has actually happened yet, in terms of dismissal. it's just been a process of making a hostile workplace, frivolous performance reviews, and about to go into a more formal performance review. It is obvious that the aim is to force a resignation, but it's hard to know exactly how to respond :(
new dishwasher day. Thank god. I didnt realize how much we relied on it. We're washing the big stuff by hand, but given limited drying space (and the fact that the dishwasher died with a full load of dirty dishes) it feels like we're never gonna catch up.
I get lovely views from the kitchen and laundry windows now that the house next door (and its extension) have gone. I'll miss it when the building starts again.
My little back garden has turned into a bit of a nursery, and as a result, there are a few young children screaming about the independence that's being forced upon them. There's also quite a few looking a little wet and upset by the current downpour, so I have propped the table tarp up a little so they may shelter.
Surely it's a good omen where despite unsurprisingly waking up late from sleeping at 2am in the morning, the tram arrives exactly as you're walking to your stop - so I'll only be 10 minutes late to get me carshare. And then! Let the driving begin!
I'm relieved that even though it's been 2 months since I've had my own car to use and 6 weeks since I last touched the wheel, I just got back into it without a problem
IKEA? Or try secondhand on market place? Or stolen milk crates with a Bunnings plank on top? Tell people itโs an installation piece by a famous artist, and you were able to acquire it because you know the gallery owner.
I still remember Singapore. I used to set the aircon to at night to 24C over there. After experiencing those horrors... I can handle tonight. It's beautiful with a fan on for some circulation and hearing the soft rain outside.
I have just discovered the altitude slider on the windy.com wind display - goes up to 13.5 km. Whoowee! Would not want to be in a plane over NSW right now.
Spent most of today dealing with Cennalink one way or another - it seems receiving $ from the sale of something you inherited breaks the system's brain. facepalm.
Anyway I have an appointment in a fortnight and I have to go in with All The Documents.