FTR - I'm only 28, I just mentioned the flat feet 'cause they make my shoes wear out unevenly, and I can't wear cute things like ballet flats unless I want to cripple myself.Quote:
Originally posted by WhyNot
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FTR - I'm only 28, I just mentioned the flat feet 'cause they make my shoes wear out unevenly, and I can't wear cute things like ballet flats unless I want to cripple myself.Quote:
Originally posted by WhyNot
I'm overweight.
I over-think.
I procrastinate.
I'm lazy.
I can be a slob.
I have a short attention span.
I'm too short for my weight.
I smoke (menthols).
I drink (cheap vodka/lite cranberry juice).
I have a permanent lower back injury.
I have OSA.
I use too much profanity.
I've been a Golden State Warrior fan since 1974.
Is that even possible?Quote:
Originally posted by DianaG
As for me, I'm a fat bald procrastinator.
That depends who you ask. I personally don't think it's a problem, but I've been told I'm not entirely reasonable on the subject.
I've got venous malformation (http://www.birthmarks.us/vm.htm) around my mouth and neck. It's a lot better than it used it be; now I just have slightly purple lips and tongue, and it looks like I'm bruised. Make-up covers it easily. Except for the tongue.
Another insomniac checking in.
I have chronic Hepatitis B, reduced liver function and am soon to start the antivirals which I will have to take for the rest of my life. As a consequence, I have stopped drinking and there are some really good NZ red wines in my cellar mocking me, alongside the cider that I used to drink occasionally.
My thighs are huge for my height, and while I am pretty fit (four miles at 8:10s yesterday), I need to lose another 10kg and still won't look any good :(
And I have a sore face with a herpes outbreak.
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I used to be conceited but now I'm perfect.
Oh christ, where to start: Type 2 diabetic (regulated), high BP (regulated), high cholesterol (regulated), overweight (most definitely NOT regulated), plantar fasciitis that comes and goes, wonky back, creaky knees, arthritic thumbs, tendonitis in right elbow.
Fuck it, I need a drink.
Ahh...DOESN'T Sleep w/Butterfiles!Quote:
Originally posted by Sleeps w/Butterflies
Me: Asthma well controlled by medication, near-chronic hay fever most definitely not under control. Reflux and occasional migraines. Other than that I am in pretty good shape except I need to excercise more.
I have a neighbor with OCD. She slams the door exactly 30 times every time she leaves the house. She typically leaves the house at 6:30 am.
We can now add "headache that won't go away" to the list of things that are wrong with me.
Try stubbing your toe, it'll make you forget all about your headache!
I already tried that. It didn't help.
XJETGIRLX, is it possible that you are a Kentucky Fainting Goat?
(I'm very sorry to hear of what you have to live with.)
Overweight, extremely nearsighted, sleep apnea, lactose intolerant, and probably somewhat manic-depressive but can't be bothered to see anyone who could tell me for sure. The strangest damn things will make me start crying. I'm a world-class procrastinator with a bunch of half-finished projects laying around.
And that's just the things I can think of off the top of my head...
Oh, man, I'm the worst about that! Watch a tearjerker? Driest eyes in the house. Sesame Street? I'm bawling my eyes out from the opening song onward. Long distance commercials? Meh. Movie theater ads in the theaters themselves before the show? I'm shuddering with the effort of keeping the tears in.Quote:
Originally posted by LurkMeister
For some reason, any suggestion that the world is a good place, or innocence, or grandeur - those are the things that get to me. But melodrama? star-crossed love? abuse? Boring at best. The English Patient made me stabby.
I sometimes repeat-play one song up to 50 times because of my OCD (and if I lose track I have to start over). I worry about the neighbors getting annoyed, but I try to keep it down, at least. They probably fucking hate me anyway -- even I get totally sick of it.Quote:
Originally posted by mozg
I am pleased to report that my headache is gone. Of course, it went away when I assumed it was a muscle spasm and I got some heat patches. It always goes away after I get stuff to get rid of it.
I forgot to mention.
I fart.
Sometimes I can be discreet.
Sometimes uncontrollably.
Once during oral sex - not at all a good or sexy thing. He was not pleased.
The genetically loose joints I have make sitting or kneeling for a while ... interesting.
So I alternate.
But that condition also means I can reach farther than the average person my height, thus making storage that much easier.
I've been diagnosed with depression (which I suspect is just my brain's solidified preference for pessimism and general life fatigue) and psychosis (details upon request, but it's not nearly as exciting as Lifetime's Mental Patient of the Week makes it look), but those make me sympathetic to people who have troubles there.
The bad joints mean I get stuck crouching, which I guess means I'll never be a catcher (shut up), but that's fine with me.
I have partial hearing loss, but my eyes made up for that, and I work in a visual field, so if anything that makes me come out a little on top.
I very easily start talking about things I really shouldn't talk about (I used to bring child abuse up quite casually).
I cry pretty easily, but I can also block emotion, though not nearly as quickly as I once could. (It's surprisingly damaging, though.)
I'm amazed that's all there is.
Where to start?
I have vitiligo--it's not pleasant or attractive.
I have Raynaud's--not a great thing to have in Chicago, home of bitter winters (I can get a vasospasm in air conditioning, though, so moving south ain't much help. Also, I tend to avoid the sun due to above).
I have a bone spur on my left foot that is now impinging on my entire left leg and wakes me up at night due to the pain. Podiatrist won't operate.
I have a major varicose vein in my right leg; insurance considers it cosmetic (despite it going all the way up to the groin) and won't pay to have that fixed, either.
I am overly sentimental as well and cry at the drop of a hat. I am also anxiety ridden, very shy and not a little defensive. Oh, and I tend to be pessimistic and prone to post-nasal drip.
I should lose 10 pounds.
That would explain so much! :DQuote:
Originally posted by Muffin
Woke up with a migraine. It's mostly gone but I've got a lingering buzz in my head and I feel pukey.
Also I can tell it's springtime in the desert because my sinuses feel like they are going to explode.
My son was born partially deaf, no one else in our immediate or extended family has any kind of problem in that area. Have you ever considered an "Ask the guy with partial hearing loss" thread?Quote:
Originally posted by iampunha
I'm a fat hippo who has anorexia, anaemia and osteoporosis!
I'm fat. I have PCOS, which gives me excess hair growth (I wax very regularly, so it stays under control). My left knee isn't so great; I hurt it when I was far more active and used to swing dance, now the extra weight makes it even crankier. My teeth desperately need to be taken care of, and I don't have any dental insurance, so I guess it has to wait longer. I've got some pre-cancerous spots starting to pop up on my skin, and I'm procrastinating on going to have them taken off. High blood pressure (on medication). Insomnia. Fond of the drink.
Short, overweight, and struggling with depression and anxiety. Also disorganized, daydreamy, dysfunctional and dramatic.
I suffer from a buildup of excessive awesomeness. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with it all.
I'm recovering from a torn neck/trapezus muscle (or something like that).
I have a toenail that can't seem to decide whether it wants to be ingrown or not.
I think I have the start of baldness happening on the crown of my head.
I like to think of myself as fit, however according to wikipedia I have an average % of body fat and need to drop 15lbs to consider myself fit.
Oy...what isn't wrong?
I'm a type II diabetic ( under control), overweight (definitely not under control), have creaky knees, this time of year, a runny nose, am astigmatic, and currently have a tube running out of my right buttock to a wound vac (that one is loads of fun). I'm also cranky and have some OCD tendencies.
My left eye socket sits slightly higher in my skull than my right. So when I'm looking at something close up ( a book, or the computer screen) My left eye has to point downwards while my right eye points upwards, in order to keep things in focus. I discovered this just a few years ago when I went to the eye doctor because I was having a lot of eye fatigue at work, where I was mostly staring at a screen all day. He gave me glassed with a prism in one lens to shift the image down a millimeter or so. I wore them for a while, but they didn't help that much, probably because I had already 'trained myself' to see properly without correction (I was about 35 at the time). Now I just make sure to take an 'eye break' every so often and I'm fine.
I have minor sciatic nerve damage that's a result of a car accident some years back. (shattered sacrum.. so I literally broke my ass). It isn't a big deal, and usually only flares up if I've been on my feet all day. The result, though, is shots of pain right in the butt.
The only thing I really hate about that? I'm in my mid-20's now, but I just know that in 20-30 years I'm going to be saying: "Uh-oh, it's going to rain.. my ass hurts."
My attitude is so bad, I have a permit to park in the blue spaces.
I'm very nearsighted, but only in one eye. Now, I'm getting that middle-age farsightedness, so I'm basically nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other. It's as annoying as hell.
I hurt my back 10 years ago, and it still hurts. Sometimes it's a little better and sometimes it's a little worse, but it's pretty much always there.
Dude, I'll see your Molly Hatchet:Quote:
Originally posted by Cluricaun
Back in the day as a record store manager, I was given an All Access pass to see MH. I went and shmoozed a bit pre-concert. Two songs into their set, I "had to go pee"...at the King Eddy Bar, where I went to hear me some blues.
And raise you a Bay City Rollers:
Yes, I was a tartan tween. I feel only slightly less dirty that at least my crush wasn't on the pedo. I have some taste, y'know. And obviously my palate improved enough to successfully run a sizeable store.
What bothers me most right now is tinnitus. Sometimes it's more in the background, most times it's front and centre. Second to that is the hell of perimenopause and hormonal flux. The tinnitus is untreatable but the perimenopause will even itself out, either with HRT or by the passage of time.
:oQuote:
Originally posted by criminey.jicket
Since you were brave enough to admit that, I guess I should 'fess up to it as well. There certainly aren't very many of us and it's good to show solidarity in the face of such an embarrassing admission. That being said, who's the pedo??
As for what's wrong with me (aside from poor taste in music? Hey, I like to think of it as a momentary aberration while in my early teens), my biggest issue right now is I'm pre-menopausal and thus become a slave to all the fun hormonal changes. I have Morton's Neuroma in my right foot. I could stand to lose a good 30 pounds but I'm too damned lazy to get up off of my fat ass. I've had erratic heartbeats for years now (while both thin and heavy) that have gone undiagnosed despite having nearly every test run (except a heart catheterization) and sometimes it's so bad, I wonder if I'll just not wake up some mornings. I'm entirely too sensitive. I can be moody and I have strong hermit tendencies. I have to be hyper-vigilant about my sun exposure due to having had several basal cell carcinomas removed.
I have a neuroma in my left foot. I'm lazy and procrastinate. I think I've been a bit depressed lately, and try to self medicate with beer and tequila. I tend to internalize, and not talk.
But this morning, when I went out to get some bagels for breakfast, an old guy (70's or so) came up to me and said "Enjoy life." I try.