Saw my ex had repaired the fence, joyously. Plus, all the house cleaning she's been doing, happily, and I realize, it was never because I didn't clean. It wasn't because I didn't have a job. It was just because I came home in pain in 2000, and got worse. I was weak.

Fuck! Fucking hell, that hurts. 25 years she basically strung me along, then made me leave when my pains and health were so much worse that I really can't just get a job and work...Fuck!

Well, to be fair, it's my fault. When her anger kept up while I was working, and when she wouldn't let me save money for a doctor, and when she wouldn't give me time to learn an easier career...I should have bailed while I could at least work part time....So so so so many years ago...I am so screwed. And my mental health is trashed right now...Come on spine, knee, stop it...Pretty please? Let me have a little free time? Please? Pretty please?

[–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago

Not a clue. The doctor & mri doctors didn't see anything besides a few minor problems that don't explain it. Though, I know what I did that started them, furniture delivery. They just got worse with every job, chore, I did over these 25 years.

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    After my wife made me leave home, the first few days went well enough. Almost got a job once, but then, the pain started up, and just kept up. One gal at the Kansasworks place saw how bad it got, and just told me straight up that I should go back to my home town and keep working with the group that's trying to help me.

    From the NSAIDs that I took in 21, plus my 51 years, I'm not a safe driver any more. Also, I have a fear of women. When I talk to those gals who are trying to help me, I get so freaked out. Sitting, standing, walking, it doesn't fucking matter. It all hurts so much. So much that I can't think, nor concentrate. How the hell am I going to learn a new kind of job if I can't think? I drop things. I forget things. I can't concentrate...Shit!

    And to make matters worse, the fucking MRI, that I've been trying to get for so many years, that my ex just would not let me save money for, showed fucking nothing,. AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaargh!

    Eh, my NSAID stomach issues let me drink a little drink, so I'm kind of tipsy right now. Living in my little niece's house...Fuck me! So sore...So tired...Fucking hell.

    Eh, I got a meeting coming up with voc rehab at the social security place on Friday, so fingers crossed...I can find a way to live like this...Because if I can't cook, and I can't clean...I am going to go absolutely batshit insane.

    End really really really piss poor rant, heh. This would be so fucking long if I were to get any more detailed...O_o.

     

    Oof! Finally have a career I want to try for, case worker for chronic illness sufferers and abuse victims, but yeesh my pains have drug me down quite a ways.

    It looks like the larger cities I'll need to volunteer for, which I presumed that I'd need to start out that way, but getting a place to stay for that time is not going as smoothly as it has been in my smaller (not-so-) home town.

    The job hunt for something that won't cause my pains to push my mental state over the edge isn't going as well either. Lots of options for remote work, buuuut no reliable internet, or no reliable mental state (no way in hell could I think clearly enough living with my ex...I have found I have a lot more PTSD like symptoms than I thought...plus, it happens with every one of my family, not just with my ex-wife, FFS).

    OOOOOOOOOOoooouch! I hurt so bloody much.

     

    Been experimenting with my pains and the dizzy spells, (as I need to move out as soon as possible), and it turns out how many mistakes I make when the pains and dizziness hit is pretty damn high.

    It doesn't matter what I do...well, it is definitely worsened if I bend over. Which can be about two days worth of work or just once. Very very erratic.

    Anyway, when the pains hit, speaking will become incoherent. I'll drop things regularly. I'll definitely forget cleanliness, safety measures, and necessary conversation skills that'd be required for any kind of work.

    Oof! This doesn't look good, but my wife is really getting pissed that I'm still here.

    I really wish I would have thought of affordable apartments back in 2017. I was still in a lot of pain back then, but not this much. Son of a @!#$...🙄

     

    As in another post a few days ago, I had mentioned that my wife was kicking me out, now it's wanting me gone, but I can stay a while longer. Anyway, my health is on its way down again, as it does. A couple pains really sore, a few more highly exhausting, and the NSAID GERD is making me terribly dizzy. Oof!

    anyhoo, starting to forget things which means she's getting a little more harsh. So far it's a joking kind of anger, so not too bad, but I'm afraid it's coming, O_o.

    Yesterday I left a wrapper on her computer, and had set out a couple old computers for a nephew to pick up. Today it was leaving a curtain open and I don't remember moving the couch out a few inches either, o_O. Oof!

    Ringing in my ear is pretty loud, too. Oh, so dizzy.

    I did see the doctor a few days ago, but I don't have a good feeling about this one. At least she'll get a ct of my stomach area, so fingers crossed I can get something done with the dizziness, as that's worse than most of my pains at the moment.


    Yeah, this dizziness is getting worse rather than better. Words starting to slur, and eyesight has a slight haze to it.


    Ate the wrong thing. Breathing fairly difficult. Bringing up a lot of phlegm. Dizziness really really bad...so tired, too. Falling asleep while sitting at my desk. This dizzy spell sucks, also means I won't be able to go to the sanctuary to visit my kitties. ☹


    Early the next morning. Dizziness still bad, pains still bad, and she already threw a piece of trash at me that I have no idea where it came from. Hell, I'm so sore.

    [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago (1 child)

    Somewhere in the OP you mentioned NSAID’s which are what I get prescribed - the one I have is called diclofenac and it’s stronger than ibuprofen but there are even stronger ones too.

    Oh, no no no no! I was prescribed two NSAIDs back in Oct of 21, and only took them for two weeks. The issues I got from them haven't stopped since. High blood pressure, difficulty breathing (They've at least added almost the same amount if not more issues as my smoking had up to that time. Constantly coughing up sugary, salty phlegm), and about a year ago an off-and-on pain just below my front ribs (All across), oh, and dizziness...really really really bad dizziness...Used to be worse than my pains, but I think that's changing.

    Oh, and a doctor prescribed omeprozole to help with the stomach and lungs in February of 22, and I gained almost 20 pounds in one month...I have only gained that much weight that fast once in my lifetime, and that's when I attempted to quit smoking in 99 or 98. Only recently have I finally gone under 200 lbs, but I'm still 5 away from my heaviest, and 10 from my weight before I took the omeprozole.

    Which is one thing I'm seriously worried about, the first two years my lungs would clear up once in a while, and I could breathe normally, but about mid to late 2023 they have not gone back to being that good at all. No matter how I feel. I really need to get screened, but of course, I finally get the nerve to stand up for myself and setup a doctors appointment, now I have to find a whole new way to live, yeesh!

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  • [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago (3 children)

    Don't know. Every time I tried saving money for the mri, I'd get snapped at about not helping out, to which I'd cave and blow what I'd save. But I know what caused most of them, Furniture Delivery. Tore a muscle or tendon in my left arm, meniscus tear in my left knee. At least two or three parts of my back are from that, too. The worst spot in my upper spine is the only odd one out. Probably caused from carrying backpacks of books from my youth.

    This morning almost my whole back feels like it's on fire, and my upper spine hurts like hell. Oof, and I think my knee and arm hurt a bit, but are drowned out by my back.

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  • [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago

    Alrighty, I finally told her I know. So now maybe she'll stop getting so angry, and I can keep focusing on trying to find a job, and making my resume better. I really screwed up giving up so often trying to please her, as I've got diddly squat for skills (for non-physical labor), so this is going to be hell. O_o.

    Unless I can find a botanical garden that needs someone without skills that knows a lot about ferns, 🤣 .

    Man, I have a lot of knowledge in my head, assembly & c programming, wiring up houses, woodworking (carpentry, design, etc), hell I bet I could have learned cad in just a few months, but alas, NOOOOOOO! I'm 50 now, me brain no learn well any more, and I'm in too much pain to be able to do much for the 8 hours needed. FFS! 😠

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    Nope. I realized back in 2018 that she really doesn't know me. She's never seen that I like to clean, and that throughout my life with these pains I've tried so hard to find ways to keep the house clean, and she'd always get mad at me for it (Justifiably and not at the same time).

    Which, unfortunately, giving up so often has really caused a huge problem, learned behavior is going to be troubling to deal with. Meh, if I don't get something done with my pains (Or a safer job found) and the issues solved from the NSAIDs, the "bad learned behavior" is going to be the least of my problems.

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  • [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago (2 children)

    Eh, because I didn't throw a piece of trash away. Or I don't have a job. Or I don't do anything around the house (Yeah, the house is a blasted mess, but every time I feel good I clean, and rare times my body let's me clean thoroughly), I don't fix things in a timely manner. Or because I'm lying about my pains. Or because her dad told her to. Lots of reasons actually. A few deserved, most not, though. This has actually been ongoing since we got together. "Like father, like son", or "Cats in the cradle", or "sins of the father", you might say.

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    My wife is definitely trying to drum up the courage to kick me out. There's no other reason for that kind of anger. Yeah, it's the same things she's always gotten mad at me for, but not like this. It's forced, not her normal anger. I may have a job to escape to, but holy hell, I am in so...much...pain, and I only sat here off and on trying to find other jobs. Oof! I am so worried these pains will make it impossible to juggle a job and survive. Contrary to what my family believes, these pains are not fake. I am not lying about them. They are horrible. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!

    Erf! Sorry, this is just a rant. My mind is shot when these pains shoot up this high.

    [–] [S] 5 points 1 year ago

    I don't know anyone, and all my family that I could live with would be about as bad as my wife has been to me. I do have that job lined up and a possible place to stay, which it turns out I may be able to do part time and afford the place, so I can attempt to get a remote job during it (as long as my pains don't get too uncontrollable. Else, I'll become a mindless zombie, 😶 and blow all my money on expensive food as I won't be able to control my finances. The pains are really that extreme).

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    Even if I'm not getting kicked out (though, I don't know what else it could be considering her conversation with her father), I still need out. She's been extremely angry towards me, more so than usual, so I better get gone.

    Since I'm right smack dab in the center I can go anywhere. I may have an opportunity for an apartment maintenance job, but I'm very worried about my pains not allowing me to do it. I can become seriously uncontrollable when they get bad, which I can be dangerous to be around. So I really need something that's very nonphysical. (Standing, sitting, walking, doesn't matter. They all can hurt excessively after 5 minutes or several hours, very erratic).

    Also, I'll need to find real non-kill shelters or homes for my cats. I have four indoor (one of which will need to be put down), and one outdoor cat. They've been all fixed. So that would need to be en route to wherever I go, too.

    These are the things I have that I can sell en route that should be able to make the transition easier (as I really can't just eat anything after some NSAID side effects).

    1. Math books: https://imgur.com/a/math-books-U3N1Xus
    2. Native Flutes and tools: https://imgur.com/a/tools-flutes-DDnbvHv
    3. Computers: https://imgur.com/a/fqA0NVp

    Ok, with all that said, anyone know of any jobs that might not be so physically demanding in your neck of the woods? Or deserts?

    [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago

    Oh, there are definitely things, but unfortunately they are dwarfed by that I got my multiple chronic pains early on in our relationship, and her culture views people who don't work full time as being lazy. So, she pretty much has spent no time with me in these 25 years, and doesn't really know much about me. Then all the other things that go along with that, cemented her opinions.

    Eh, to give an example (Not one of the really severe ones. Oh there are some bad ones), when the pains started up I attempted to make chores lists for me, her, and the kids. Nothing difficult, pick up 5 things once a day. Wash two/three/four dishes. Pull up a chair and sit with me to keep my mind off of my pains. Her reasoning was since I didn't work (both full time and not at all), and they worked or went to school, they didn't have to help. Plus, for the kitchen, since she never asked for me to make home cooked meals, they didn't have to help me clean up the kitchen.

    Have you considered maybe leaving this situation?

    Oh yeah. That's why I'm here now, unfortunately. I attempted to leave in 2017, but I forced myself to work full time as an electrician. Now, granted, electrical work is easy. Really really really easy work, but the three years doing furniture delivery between 2000-2002 made everything hard. Doesn't matter what it is, sitting, standing, walking, or laying down. Everything is hard. Well, when I pushed myself for full time it broke my body to the point where I have not been able to be comfortable since. Then in 21, out of desperation I took the NSAIDs a doctor prescribed me, which made things so much worse.

    And with that, I have to be extremely cautious about what I do, if I can even find a job. Someone here has made an offer, and for a healthy individual, it'd be nothing. Probably the easiest job they'd ever have, but for me, it's going to be really really hard. It's going to be like the most stressful and painful day most people have had at least once a year, every...single...day...hour...minute...

    There's no escape.

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  • [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago

    Ok, I could part with the HP pavillion and my toshiba laptop, as long as I had a place to put a desktop, but those two can't be worth more than $150, $200 maximum.

    These are things I was (sort of) allowed to collect over my working years. I was berated every time I saved money, so I had used these things as ways of attempting to make money. I just didn't count on the home environment making that almost impossible.

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  • [–] [S] 5 points 1 year ago (1 child)

    OOOOH! I had completely forgotten about the things I've collected over the years (in preparation for the pains being too great to work)...I could always sell them on route somewhere.

    I've got at least about $600 worth of Native American style flutes (total spent is much higher, though, and was planning on leaving them for my nieces and nephews).

    Also, I've got a lot of tools, Makita cordless (eh, probably about $200, $450 at maximum. They are old), Sroll saw, belt sander, stationary belt sander, cheap drill press (Probably not worth more than $250 to $400...They are definitely not the best machines...Well, except for the two belt sanders, however, there both worth no more than about $80, O_o).

    Math books, though, they'd only bring about $100 to $175 (Number theory, combinatorics, abstract, linear mostly).

    What else do I have? Not my computers...Those are about the only things that my body allows me to enjoy regularly, 🙁 . I do have some miniature cat trees for dollhouses I used to make. If I can sell those at full price, en route, that could bring about $175.

    So there's a chance I could make it a month or two, 🤔 .

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    Hoo boy! She's been extra hateful and mean to me for the past few days, and the latest ammunition I've given her is not fixing the screen door (and/or screwing it up) to her liking. My chronic pains and the medicinally induced GERD (dizziness, extra pains, ringing in my ear) have not been helping, so what happens? She snaps at me about fixing the door, and so I do (which, yielding to her abuse doesn't exactly make anything better, 🙄 ), and I just found out a moment ago I screwed it up again. The damn main door handle will latch onto the screen door handle. I really really did not feel like working on it today, and I shouldn't have, pppp! Welp, I can expect to hear her scream in the morning when she leaves.

    Again, if anyone has a business somewhere one or two states away from Kansas and is looking for a broken man (physically and mentally), I'm your guy, 🤣 🤣 🤣 Oh hell! Am glad that I fixed a lot of my stress a few years ago, else I'd be a complete wreck right now, yeesh!

     

    Mother of Popocatepetl. From Oct. 2021 til about Oct. 2023, the meds a doctor put me on for two weeks in 21 messed me up so bad that my tired pains were extremely masked by severe dizziness, but they came back last year, and damn, I still prefer the pains over what those meds did (and I still have some problems...Though, thank the Aztec gods I can eat some cheese again. That pissed me off, heh).

    I am kind of seriously pissed off at the doctors. I spent so god damn much money trying to fix the shit their meds did to me, that I could have attempted to find a decent chair to help with these pains...or even a fucking cheap shed to have a place to work (to try and make more money)...God damn, so much fucking time and money wasted...Grrr!

    End rant...Now try to relax and be very careful shoving my back buddy into my knee as hard as I can.

     

    Note: This is a work in progress and just a place holder for jotting my thoughts down.

    Disclaimer: This should not be viewed as being a legitimate source of information, and just as something fun (and I do find it fun, 😊 ). As well as I am getting older, and my hardware is fairly outdated, and the programmers are a joke. So expect a lot of this to be the mere musings of a madman.

    I will be updating this, eh, as much as I can. Anyway, let's do this thing.

    I have had this idea of writing Tzotzil (as it's the only Mayan dialect I know well enough) with the Mayan characters, and the following are the rules that I am attempting to adhere to.

    Basics

    1. Abide as much as possible with known Mayan rules and knowledge of their writing.
    2. Standardize and simplify the characters as much as possible as if they have continual use into a college setting, internet chatroom setting, written novels, mathematical texts, technical documentation, or children passing notes in grade school.
    3. If the need arises to create a character, use only what is known.

    (And I've lost my train of thought for the moment. Ok, at least I got this part started).


    What I'm working on at the moment is writing down the lyrics to Vayijel's "Kux Kux".

    Top: Is a fancier writing and closer to the original Mayan.

    Middle: Is a more simplistic shorthand which I am attempting to further simplify the codices written forms.

    Bottom: Is a transliteration of the characters used.

    Non Modified Characters

    a, li, ku, to, la, e, me, na.

    Modified Sounds of Known Mayan Characters (That follow Mayan rules).

    • vu <= huun (Huun is the Yucatec word for paper, which is vun in Tzotzil).
    • s <= u (u is the third person pronoun in Yucatec, and since there are several characters for the sound u, I repurposed one of those characters for s, which is the third person pronoun in Tzotzil).

    Modified Characters of Known Mayan Characters (That do not follow Mayan rules).

    • xu <= nuuk (I have found a 'xu' character in my "The New Catalog of Maya Nieroglyphs Vol. 2", but haven't implemented it as of yet).
      • Since ku is spelled twice, I added an extra tail onto the character xu to reduplicate it across both ku characters.
    • k'o <= o embedded with the letter k'i.

    The final word "svulanot", is spelled "s vulan[a] to" with "s" and "to" as affixes separated by a space to the verb vulan[a], but this may change once I start making it possible to write these characters much smaller (as should be for written novels, text books, etc).

    (Ok, I've spent what little brain power I've had...Man, I hope I can remember this...I really really enjoy this kind of thinking, heh).

    (Also, if ya'll have any questions, just ask. Maybe it will help this aging mind to concentrate a bit better...Anything is possible, 🤣 ).

     

    Not as I envisioned, but still not too bad.

    About four years ago I had come up with this kind of design for a dandelion as a representation of pain. Which, this one gives a sense of loneliness, too (at least for me. My wife is beginning to show her anger and hatered towards me again. So it's definitely how I have been feeling today).

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