Inspired by Reddit's TIFU subreddit, here's a place where you can briefly vent or just laugh in exasperation about something that has gone wrong with your day, week, or month.
To kick things off... I am having a real, real shitty month.
I can't frown or stretch the skin on my forehead at the moment without some minor irritation and pain because of the massive scab on the bridge of my nose, and I look like I have a picking of a fucking cheese pizza topping on my forehead. Oh, and I lost a chunk of my fucking left canine.
How did this happen, you ask? Here's the run-up to my little injury:
So, a few days back, I woke up feeling fine... until I stood up. Then I had a freaking episode where I felt like utter shit, straight of nowhere: Slight pressure in my chest around my heart, pains shooting up various parts of my body like my back and jaw, a headache, weakness in my limbs, shivers and shakes... yeah, I did not have a good time.
No, I'm pretty sure I didn't have a cardiac event or something, but it was bloody odd!
For twenty-four hours after, I felt awful -- barely any strength in my limbs, just laid in bed, shivering like someone had shoved an ice-cube up my butt-crack, and I just slept.
Then I felt okay during the night-time -- not great or back to normal per say, but alright compared to the shit-fest that was the last thirty-six or so hours since it all started.
Yes yes, I'm getting there: Bear with me.
So, I decided to run a bath and relax my muscles in water hot enough to boil a lobster (well, not really, but you get the idea).
As I waited for the water to heat up in the tank, I decided to go back to my room and check out a few sites, like this very site, as I ate a sandwich, a donut, and a cup of tea (since I hadn't eaten for literally twenty-something hours by that point).
Then I started feeling differently odd compared to before: Dark clouds in impossible colours began to swirl up from the bottom of my vision, I felt a bit cold, and I just knew I was going to flake out.
I stood from my chair, took one step forwards with the aim of getting on the floor in the recovery position... and that's all I remember. I woke up on the floor a few seconds(?) later, face planted into the carpet, spitting out a chunk of tooth and with a sore forehead where I'd smacked it/carpet burned the skin on my face, nose, and lip. Weird thing is I had an odd sort of consciousness in between coming round and standing up -- it was a weird half-aware/half-dreaming thing where my thoughts were going haywire and my brain going off on its own.
Still feeling off, I turned around on my back, said "fuck it".... and I think I went to sleep for an hour? Or lost consciousness for an hour? Maybe a mix of both, I'm not sure. It was fucking weird, man.
Then I came down and ran a bath, feeling better but not great, after waking up.
Except, for you know, the bit of missing tooth and my forehead hurting a little/being hot.
Yeah, turns out I'd whacked myself pretty good 'cause when my mother saw my forehead, she freaked out: Turns out that there was still a shit-ton of blood from a congealing cut and a burn.
To top it all off, I must have whacked my neck or jerked it as I went down as it hurt like a bitch for a few days afterwards -- including when I swallowed, causing the muscles to hurt around the nape.
So, yay, go me!
I don't mind the wound on my forehead: That'll heal. I'm just pissed I lost a chunk of tooth and hurt my neck. sigh
Want to know the kicker? Two weeks back, I sliced my toe open on something, but as it just stung a bit, I thought it was just a paper cut or a graze at the time. I ignored it. Nope: That was a mistake. I must have nicked something because I'd dribbled blood all over my fucking carpet like I was a fucking murder victim, including a nice big round splodge in one place where I stood fixing something for a few minutes on my mantelpiece. I only noticed because I glanced down and saw my entire lower-foot and toes were red, and there was a feeling of wetness when I began walking again.
I'm having a wonderful fucking few weeks thus far! I wonder what'll happen to me next?
So, fellow Sietchers! What fuck-ups have you made recently? Chain come off your bike? Used expired milk in your tea or coffee and then grimaced as it turned chunky?
To kick things off... I am having a real, real shitty month.
I can't frown or stretch the skin on my forehead at the moment without some minor irritation and pain because of the massive scab on the bridge of my nose, and I look like I have a picking of a fucking cheese pizza topping on my forehead. Oh, and I lost a chunk of my fucking left canine.
How did this happen, you ask? Here's the run-up to my little injury:
So, a few days back, I woke up feeling fine... until I stood up. Then I had a freaking episode where I felt like utter shit, straight of nowhere: Slight pressure in my chest around my heart, pains shooting up various parts of my body like my back and jaw, a headache, weakness in my limbs, shivers and shakes... yeah, I did not have a good time.
No, I'm pretty sure I didn't have a cardiac event or something, but it was bloody odd!
For twenty-four hours after, I felt awful -- barely any strength in my limbs, just laid in bed, shivering like someone had shoved an ice-cube up my butt-crack, and I just slept.
Then I felt okay during the night-time -- not great or back to normal per say, but alright compared to the shit-fest that was the last thirty-six or so hours since it all started.
Yes yes, I'm getting there: Bear with me.
So, I decided to run a bath and relax my muscles in water hot enough to boil a lobster (well, not really, but you get the idea).
As I waited for the water to heat up in the tank, I decided to go back to my room and check out a few sites, like this very site, as I ate a sandwich, a donut, and a cup of tea (since I hadn't eaten for literally twenty-something hours by that point).
Then I started feeling differently odd compared to before: Dark clouds in impossible colours began to swirl up from the bottom of my vision, I felt a bit cold, and I just knew I was going to flake out.
I stood from my chair, took one step forwards with the aim of getting on the floor in the recovery position... and that's all I remember. I woke up on the floor a few seconds(?) later, face planted into the carpet, spitting out a chunk of tooth and with a sore forehead where I'd smacked it/carpet burned the skin on my face, nose, and lip. Weird thing is I had an odd sort of consciousness in between coming round and standing up -- it was a weird half-aware/half-dreaming thing where my thoughts were going haywire and my brain going off on its own.
Still feeling off, I turned around on my back, said "fuck it".... and I think I went to sleep for an hour? Or lost consciousness for an hour? Maybe a mix of both, I'm not sure. It was fucking weird, man.
Then I came down and ran a bath, feeling better but not great, after waking up.
Except, for you know, the bit of missing tooth and my forehead hurting a little/being hot.
Yeah, turns out I'd whacked myself pretty good 'cause when my mother saw my forehead, she freaked out: Turns out that there was still a shit-ton of blood from a congealing cut and a burn.
To top it all off, I must have whacked my neck or jerked it as I went down as it hurt like a bitch for a few days afterwards -- including when I swallowed, causing the muscles to hurt around the nape.
So, yay, go me!
I don't mind the wound on my forehead: That'll heal. I'm just pissed I lost a chunk of tooth and hurt my neck. sigh
Want to know the kicker? Two weeks back, I sliced my toe open on something, but as it just stung a bit, I thought it was just a paper cut or a graze at the time. I ignored it. Nope: That was a mistake. I must have nicked something because I'd dribbled blood all over my fucking carpet like I was a fucking murder victim, including a nice big round splodge in one place where I stood fixing something for a few minutes on my mantelpiece. I only noticed because I glanced down and saw my entire lower-foot and toes were red, and there was a feeling of wetness when I began walking again.
I'm having a wonderful fucking few weeks thus far! I wonder what'll happen to me next?
So, fellow Sietchers! What fuck-ups have you made recently? Chain come off your bike? Used expired milk in your tea or coffee and then grimaced as it turned chunky?