Today's Bad Stories !

[Stopwatch]

The more exams I take, the more I realise I'm really not going to get into the uni I wanted to :/.

[miakakiri]

Bloody ants are everywhere!!!!

[kkslider5552000]

Bloody ants are everywhere!!!!

I have a feeling after you're done, this sentence will not have to be changed in any way.

[miakakiri]

Bloody ants are everywhere!!!!

I have a feeling after you're done, this sentence will not have to be changed in any way.

Yeah, it tends to be even worse when I've squashed like 20 of them in the same room and haven't pulled the vacuum out yet.... ~_~*
Except currently I'm annoyed by ants going by on the ceiling. I can't reach to squish them. I am average height (though I'm the shortest in my household) and my flat has high ceilings.... I have to stand on a stool to reach the top shelf in the pantry. ~_~*

[mangaluva]

With the sun comes ALL OF THE BUGS TO EAT ME ALIVE

Although I have two bug bites on tattoos so I wonder if those bugs liked getting a mouthful of ink instead of blood

[kkslider5552000]

With the sun comes ALL OF THE BUGS TO EAT ME ALIVE

Although I have two bug bites on tattoos so I wonder if those bugs liked getting a mouthful of ink instead of blood

You found a new scientific discovery: ants that like ink.

[miakakiri]

Back pain. ~_~*
Yesterday I managed to push through and get all the errands done. My back had been warning me for a while that it wasn't particularly pleased with me. I've been trying to function like a 'normal' person and not take the cane with me everywhere. Yesterday I took the cane with me because I knew I was going to start having problems if I didn't.
Recycle drop-off was fine without the cane, because it took all of 5 minutes and half of that was driving in/out of the drop-off area. Rather startled when I narrowly avoided stepping upon a wasp, but all went well enough. Bank was fairly painless as well, though I did need to lean on my cane in the line. Even the drugstore trip worked reasonably well, though I was definitely starting to need my cane, and the thing I went looking for wasn't at the drugstore and I'm not sure why I thought it would be.
Trouble hit around the time we headed to the mall. I quickly determined that the cane wasn't going to be enough, so one of our first stops within the mall was to borrow a wheelchair. This allowed me to get all the wandering I wanted to do accomplished. Stopped by GameStop and paid off our pre-order of Persona 4 Dancing All Night, wandered through a couple other shops, picked up dark purple hair dye and the last few things I need for my Sailor Venus cosplay for Saturday. Visited with people at Teavana, got lunch, and then got ready to head out.
Muddled through a couple quick errands in another plaza with just the cane--a stop at a different GameStop because Archi was looking for a particular used game (we got it) and then at the salon-supplies shop for the wig cap I need for my costume. I was leaning on both my cane and Archi's arm on the way into the grocery, though, so he suggested I should probably use the MartCart (motorized scooter thing; I'm bad at driving so I don't like to use them) rather than try to get away with leaning on the grocery cart.
By the time we finished at the first grocery store, my back was starting to get pretty mad, so we talked about having him just drop me at home and make the second grocery run alone (there are certain things that are only available at one shop or the other, so we have two primary grocery stores we go to each week). Traffic caused that plan to shift, as we hit rush hour. So we went to the second grocery store instead of going home, and I used the MartCart again. After putting stuff into the car, I managed to get the cart stuck in a hole and had to shift it out, which really didn't help my back.
By the time we got home, I was not in a position to do anything, and couldn't even manage to reach into the laundry basket to get the socks out and fold them. Sadly, nothing I tried worked very well for getting my back to behave. I was really hoping to be recovered enough for work this morning.
Worst part about this morning? Not the fact that pain woke me up at 4-something in the morning. Not the fact that I needed the cane to walk from my bed to the bathroom (which is attached to my bedroom). Not even the fact that I scared Keeper awake with the cane. I had to call out of work, and my boss sounded like she didn't believe me about being unable to function. So I'm likely to get read the riot act for failing to make it to work because my back pain was so bad I needed help to walk 12 feet. Come on, really? You think I'm just skipping out 'cause I want to? No, I like going bowling, it's fun. Yes, I realize I'm disappointing my client. I'm disappointing myself. Sometimes there really isn't a way to just "push through it" and be fine. I wish she'd actually believe me, but she clearly doesn't understand chronic pain. ~_~*

[mangaluva]

Special Snowflake Tourist of the Week:

"Why don't you take dollars? You take pounds and euros!"
"Well, we are in the UK and the EU, ma'am, which is why we're required to take euros as well as pounds, but I'm afraid we don't accept any other currency."
"But you SHOULD take dollars!"
"I'm afraid we're unable to, ma'am."
"But you HAVE to! America is a superpower! WE CAN BOMB YOU OFF THE MAP!"


...we don't take russian roubles either, ma'am, no matter how many nukes THEY have, or chinese yuan no matter how many £100 cashmere scarves they buy (and ye gods do Chinese tourists like their £100 cashmere scarves) so please, calm your tits. (What I wish I could say. Can you believe I'm not allowed to speak freely even to people like this?)

[Henry Gordan]

Jules Bianchi died yesterday. Rest in peace.

[Giogio]

So, I was about to complain about how I can't focus on studying for my exam tomorrow anymore, but after reading all your stories that seems kinda dumb. *Just hugs everyone*

[mangaluva]

Welp, now my feet have gotten so bad that I can't actually stand up. Feet take SO BLOODY LONG to heal.

But I'm not exactly heartbroken about staying off work to sit around watching Netflix.

[miakakiri]

Argh.... Today has been quite the day. This morning really didn't go so well.
I nearly overslept, because I'm on medications that make me drowsy, which makes getting up in the morning a lot harder than it ought to be. So because of how late it was when I finally managed to drag myself out of bed, I didn't have time to make tea and thus was un-caffeinated. I didn't have the presence of mind to remember where the maple syrup we just bought got put, and I didn't have the patience to stand around getting the last few drops out of the old jug, so I put honey on my Eggos. This... didn't work very well, the flavors just don't go together quite right.
Off to the theatre! No problems finding seats. Lots of construction nearby and tons of bus-loads of kids coming to see the play. So I went out to the front again to meet my client, and I brought my purse with me because there wasn't anyone in the seats next to us yet so I couldn't ask someone to keep an eye on it for me. I thought I'd buy a glowstick (as I'd once again forgotten to bring the ones I have at home). Only when I went to purchase one (after retrieving my client) I discovered that I'd dropped my coinpurse somewhere. I knew it had to have been sometime after I found our seats, as I'd pulled the coinpurse out just before leaving the theatre proper to meet my client. So I told a couple of the ushers that it was missing and what it looked like, and was told to check with the box office later, as any dropped items would be handed in there. After the play (Aladdin) ended, my client and I walked over to the box office to ask about my coinpurse. Fortunately, it had indeed been found, so I got it back.
Next step of the morning was to get ice cream! That went well, until I noticed, as I settled into my seat, that there was red on my client's plastic spoon. He had chosen a caramel-vanilla flavor, so there shouldn't be anything close to red in his cup. "Dude, why is there blood in your ice cream?" "Um... I dunno. It's good ice cream." "Did you bite your lip?" "I'm sorry." Initial examination wasn't very conclusive--I could tell blood was coming from his mouth, but it was hard to tell if it was his lip or his tooth that was bleeding. He seemed annoyed that I was keeping him from his ice cream, so I let him finish while I texted his mother about it. After he polished off his ice cream "Really yummy" he let me take a closer look. Looked like he'd managed to slice his lip against one of his teeth. He didn't seem at all concerned and didn't want me to call his mom or anything (she hadn't answered my texts yet). "OK, dude if you say you're OK, then I'll go with that. Let me know if there's a problem though, alright?" I texted his mom with the new info and he happily ate his lunch. I gave him a pretzel from my lunch, and he didn't react to the salt (although he was more interested in the corn chips he'd brought). After we finished eating, I ran the question of calling his mom by him again, and he once more assured me it was fine.
We walked back to my place (it's about a two-mile hike through downtown, good exercise) and I took another look at his lip when we got there. No more bleeding, just a sort of white spot where the blood had been seeping from before. "All good, dude?" "Yeah."
So that was my morning.... ~_~* Oh, when his mom responded she basically said to go with whatever he was up for. I was all "Ok, just wanted to let you know."