Frustration #2 Of The Day – Emotional Blackmailing Me

Mr El Depressed texted me to say that he was hallucinating and going berserk as he took weight loss coffee and chocolates that contained harmful substances that could induce heart attacks, strokes and liver failure.

Mr El Depressed is not psychotic but vain and stupid. He is leading a contingent to the South East Asian Games 2019 in Philippines and his vanity urged him to look slim – he is not rotund at all.

Receiving first of all an earlier series of text messages that said he was suicidal and that he was going to do silly things did not amuse me. In fact it made me anxious and worried for his well being.

Then last evening receiving bits of pieces of information of where he is, showed me that indeed he is not suicidal nor going after any deep end.

I did not feel happy as Mr Docile was correct in saying that Mr El Depressed was jerking me around and that he was emotionally blackmailing me.

Fame and fortune comes at a price – I always feel that the rich and famous are more afflicted as they have no happiness and are lonely.

Mr El Depressed is no different. He has a string of businesses and famous in his own way as he sits on a lot of boards and is always in the limelight.

But he is not kind hearted. He is hard hearted, is what I felt.

I finally had enough of his nonsense and sent him an email to say that he ought to stop all this nonsense as the next time he sends me such messages, I will call (1) the police and tell them that I have such a person who sent me such a message and if they could check on his well being and (2) then call his wife.

If he is as sick in the brain as he claims he is, then it is best his wife is aware of it and reach out to him.

I feel this is the best I can do to help this soul.

As to why he feels the need to irk me or get me all anxious, I really do not know and do not care.

Sigh…not a good start to my weekend really.

I need to deal with my physical pain and snuff out this mad man.

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No Fun To Be In Pain – 1st Frustration

Last night I went to bed with a sore shoulder and painful scar from my parotid gland surgery done in July 2019.

This morning I woke up with a shoulder pain tipping a perfect 10 on the pain scale and an even more painful scar.

Off I trotted to see Dr Surgeon and he was so full of himself to say that his parotid gland surgery was perfect and that the pain from the scar is not from his operation.

Geez….talk about pushing away blame or being egotistical. His rationale is that he has done thousands of such surgeries and no one has complained about the symptoms I feel.

I retorted that I could be that anomaly!! Can he not just research, check the books and figure out why my scar feels like skin being ripped whenever I turn my neck?

I assured him that I was not after a witch hunt but a solution. Dr Surgeon is so stuck in his perfect ego that he can do no wrong that he refused to put his brain to figure out when my scar hurts so bad.

I literally burst out in tears.

I asked him if there is NO CURE, tell it to me in my face.

Or if I am an anomaly and that it takes 2 years (arbitrary speaking here as I pulled number out of a hat) say so.

But stop saying “not me” or “cannot be me” statements.

As a surgeon he should be more open to listen and stop blocking out the symptoms I am trying to tell him.

I asked him why my skin feel like ripping whenever I turn my neck?

No answer but “not from my operation”

I asked him when my left cheek’s swelling will subside? It has been 4 months since the operation. 2 years? 4 years? Forever no cure? What?

No answer but “not from my operation”

I was frustrated.

I told him of constant food stuck on left side of my jaw and that with the swelling I kept biting my own cheek. I spent $321 for my dentist to help me clean and patch the tooth abrasion cavities in the area as I brushed so often to remove the stuck food.

He is so dense as not to know this as the neurologist did warn me about this.

But he was insistent, “not from my operation”

My left ear lobe on top and along the sides of the face hurt. Why, I asked?

No answer but “not from my operation”

He is so stuck in his ego state of I am a perfect surgeon that he did not allow any consideration for my pain.

He grudgingly prescribed a steroid cream for me to apply onto the wound.

I left his clinic. Surgery was done. There is nothing he can do and will do to assist me.

I do not think I will go back and see him anymore as afterall I pay for a session which only says,

“Not from my operation”

Looks like I have to find my own solution and heal thyself.

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Accidental Pervert?

A farmer decided he wanted to go to town and see a movie.

As he approached, the ticket agent asked, “Sir, what’s that on your shoulder?”

The old farmer said, “That’s my pet rooster Chuck. Wherever I go, Chuck goes.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” said the ticket agent. “We can’t allow animals in the theater.”

The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed Chuck down his overalls.

Then he returned to the booth, bought a ticket, and entered the theater.

He sat down next to two old widows named Mildred and Marge.

The movie started and the rooster began to squirm. The old farmer unbuttoned his fly so Chuck could stick his head out and watch the movie.

“Marge,” whispered Mildred.

“What?” said Marge.

“I think the guy next to me is a pervert.”

“What makes you think so?” asked Marge.

“He undid his pants and he has his thing out,” whispered Mildred.

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Marge. “At our age we’ve seen ’em all.”

“I thought so too,” said Mildred, “but this one’s eatin’ my popcorn!”

Funny Reads On Black Friday!

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Whilst everyone is out shopping in brick and mortar shops or glued onto tablets doing online shopping, I am home resting, hugging Garfield and laughing at my internet finds on funny stuff.

TGIF….happy Black Friday folks…may the spending force be with you!