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Resolutions, anyone?

Hey guys!  Happy Monday to you all, as I’m sure you all woke up bright and cheery and looking forward to another LLLLLLOOOOONNNNNGGGGG week of work, right?  I know I did! Anyways, as today is January 7th, I wanted to ask you guys, how are the resolutions going?  We have now been into the year 2013 for a full week, and I’m sure that most of you who got that 1-year gym membership on January 1st have already found some excuse as to why you couldn’t go and rolled over and slept an extra hour at least three times already.  Am I right?  Of course I am!  Anyways, I just wanted to share with you guys about my resolution, and let you know how I’m doing.

So yeah, I’m gonna give you three guesses as to what my resolution was, and the first two guesses don’t count.  You got it?  Yep…I want to lose weight in the new year.  But you know what?  It’s much more than that for me.  This year, I’m turning 29, which sadly (and obviously), is the last year of my twenties.  If, at any time in the world I could finally consider myself an true adult, it is at the end of my twenties.  I mean, at this point, I’m expected to have a career, a house, kids, a dog, cat, hamster, and fish, a white picket fence, and some annoying neighbors who are too nosy for their own good.  Well, I have a good job (doesn’t pay great, but I absolutely love it, anyways), I do own a house (even though I don’t live in it), and as for the rest, well, they haven’t happened yet.  But, the thing is, I want them.  Well, at least the kids…we can leave off the rest and I’d be ok with that.  But you know, even if I had kids right now, I can imagine it would be pretty miserable.  I mean, for a guy of my size, I feel like I’m pretty fit.  I mean, I got out and walked 2 miles the other day.  Do you see a lot of 400lb + men out there doing that?  I know I don’t.  But you know, that doesn’t mean that it’s okay.  I was trying to fit into a shirt the other day and realized something as I looked in the mirror.  Firstly, I looked like a balloon.  Secondly, I realized how much weight I’ve gained recently.  And, I mean, I’ve been stressed out lately, and then you know, it was the holidays, but still…Looking in the mirror, I realized that my man-boobs now rival Dolly Parton’s, my stomach is roughly the size of the Good Year blimp, and my thighs could be mistaken for those of a t-rex if only they weren’t as white as Casper the Ghost.  So if I did have kids, A) I would be constantly out of breath, and B) I would stand a pretty good chance of rolling over and killing them as we played.  But, seriously…I don’t want to go through life having my kids judged because of what I am.  I mean, I don’t wanna be the fat dad raising fat kids who everyone hates and blames for high taxes and health insurance.  Just take this article, for instance:  (http://news.yahoo.com/poll-few-americans-know-risks-obesity-085408215.html)

Firstly, you can see an obvious issue.  It’s an article about obesity covered in McDonalds ads.  Yeah.  Second, see that picture on the side?

The one with the two overweight ladies talking to each other?  I really hate pictures like that, not because I hate fat people (obviously), or that I find them disgusting, but because I find the practice of reducing these people down to nothing but their obesity is a horrible practice.  But, other people have different opinions, and I’ll share some of the comments with you:

Anonymous13 mins ago

It’s TIME to take this disgusting photo DOWN.  We’ve viewed it too many times, already.  We “get the picture”.  Food stamps…….lazy…..taxpayers’ burdens.

fuzzyface20 hrs ago

At least those big women in the pict. can give a lot of shade in the cruel hot sun.

Klyde1 hr 25 mins ago

ROFL , 2  black porkers arguing about where they are going to eat lunch at

Robert F2 hrs 6 mins ago

Many Americans have become so arrogant and stupid they think that being criticized for being a big fat slob is something they should rebel against and that the people criticizing them are in the wrong for pointing out their gluttony . The reality is they should be ashamed of themselves for allowing themselves to get so fat in the first place. They deserve to get laughed at and criticized for being so fat, lazy and such slobs

You can see that people don’t react too kindly to us fatasses.  I just don’t understand what it is in our nature that makes us want to lash out at others to make ourselves feel better.  How is someone being overweight affecting you in such a way that you need to feel such hate and anger towards them?  Is it because of the fact that they raise heathcare costs?  Well, so do all of the smokers who end up with COPD and emphysema, so do all of your 90 year old grannies who end up in the hospital with bronchitis because they insisted on walking around the block in the 27 degree cold, and so do all those stupid idiots who insist on texting and driving who wreck their cars and end up spending months in the hospital and in physical rehab.  Should we just tear those people down too and make them feel like they are lower than the lowest scum?  Robert F.’s comment here is probably my favorite, because he actually put some thought into it, as opposed to the other assholes who just decided to insult people to make them feel better about themselves.  These people just don’t understand that it’s not as easy as putting down the Big Mac and getting out and walking.  I started getting fat when I was six years old.  My mom took me to the doctor (who did absolutely nothing), and she never got fat, nor did my brother, so I’m assuming it wasn’t something she was doing.  But you know what?  Robert F. up there thinks that because my six year old self allowed me to get fat, that I deserve to be laughed at and criticized.  Because at six, I had to be a fat and lazy slob.  Yeah.  And because I’m a fat a lazy slob now.
Anyways, I want to lose weight because of that.  Because I’m NOT a fat, lazy slob.  I DON’T deserve to be laughed at and criticized and neither do my kids. I don’t want them to be embarrassed to introduce their dad to their friends because he is fat.  I do my part in life, I work just like everyone else, I pay my bills, my taxes inflated by healthcare costs, and yet I do not feel the need to laugh at fat people.  Well, not because they are fat anyways…I laugh at them for doing and wearing stupid things, but hey, I laugh at skinny people for that too, I just don’t post about it.  Maybe I should…who knows?  But whatever…I’m trying to change, and I’m trying hard.  I am trying to exercise more, even though it’s hard.  My wife and I are looking at joining a gym.  I’m trying to be more consious about what I eat, and how much I eat.  But it’s a hard road.  My body wants what it wants.  Have you guys ever seen Mad TV with the Stuart skits, played by Michael McDonald?  It’s like that….whenever Stuart gets chocolate, his mom tells him not to eat it and he shoves it in his mouth as quick as possible.  It’s funny, but it’s like what my body does.  I’m like, I want some chocolate, I think I’ll eat just one piece.  Then, before I can stop myself, I’ve eaten 10 and I’m filled with regret.  You may laugh, but really, it’s just like that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But yeah, I guess I need to work on that.  Anyways, I guess that’s an update as to how my resolution is going, and a little background into why hopefully, this year will be different.  So with that, I will sign off for today, and I’ll see you guys tomorrow!

 

 

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New car!!!

Hey guys!!! Sorry about no real post today…kinda busy buying a new car as my other car is laying smashed in about a bajillion pieces so yeah, here is a picture of what the new one looks like (a stock picture…this isn’t actually my car).

 

RIP Honda!!! I will remember you fondly for those four wonderful months we had together!!!

 

 

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Laying it all on the line…

Hey guys.  So, tonight I come to you from a place that isn’t my normal sarcastic and obnoxious self, but a depressed and down self.  This isn’t gonna be a normal  post so much as a sort of journal entry, so consider yourself warned;  if you don’t wanna read my depressed ravings, it might be better to check back on Monday, where I will, hopefully, be in a better mood.

Anyways, you may be asking what I’m so depressed about.  Well, anyone who reads regularly or knows me knows that I was in a car accident a few weeks ago.    Now, thankfully, neither I, nor the woman who hit me was seriously injured, although I did spend half a day in the emergency room and had to take three days off work (she was fine and went on to work).  It’s just that now, almost three weeks later, I’m informed that her insurance company has decided that my car is totaled, and that is where the problem and stress lies.  Now, I just bought this car in the summer; we just sent off our fifth payment yesterday, if that tells you how new it is.  And you know, it’s not even that it’s practically a brand new car…the problem is the fact that we still owe just over $22,000 for it and the insurance company only wants to pay us $19,000.  That leaves us saddled with $3,000 in debt for a car that we don’t even have and couldn’t even drive if we did.  I mean, I went and got the last of my stuff out of it yesterday, and it was laying there with broken pieces scattered all around it.  I can see why it was totaled, but why do they have to screw me over so bad?  I mean, I did absolutely nothing wrong.  I was just driving to work, and suddenly, I was smashed up, my car was smashed up, and I was suddenly in a heap of debt.  How is it fair that I should have to pay a penny?  And don’t even say that life isn’t fair.  I know life isn’t fair, but this, this is a giant, heaping load of bullshit.  I mean, I now have exactly 7 days to come to an agreement with her insurance company and buy a new car.  And why 7 days?  Because that is when her insurance company stops paying for my rental.

So, I’ve learned a few things in this mess that I would like to pass on to you, and I wish I could go back in time and pass them on to me too, but live and learn, I guess.

#1:  Gap Insurance–Now, some of you may have heard of this before, but until this mess, I hadn’t.  What gap insurance is is insurance that pays the “gap” in what is covered by insurance and what is owed.  So, in my case, insurance wants to pay $19K and I owe $22K…Gap Insurance would take care of paying the $3K “gap”.  Now, I’ve heard this could be a pretty penny, but you know, the way car dealers are these days, selling cars for so much more than they bluebook for, it’s probably worth it.

 

#2:  Car Insurance–Truthfully, I don’t know if I just have a bad company or I just have a fantasy view of what these people should actually be doing, but I really don’t see the point of it all.  I mean, I have had to deal with this whole situation alone.  My insurance company has not offered to help in any way, not even when I asked them.  All I was told was that I would have to take it up with her insurance company.  And you know, I feel like that is ALSO a load of shit.  What am I paying these people for if they are just gonna sit on their asses when I need help?  And before you ask, I’m not gonna tell you who my insurance company is, or who hers is…the last thing I need is someone suing me for libel and slander.  Anyways, I am just severely disappointed with the quality of services I have received.

 

#3:  Life isn’t fair, so don’t waste your time complaining when the world gets down on you–Through this whole thing, my issue has been the issue of fairness.  It seems to me that I shouldn’t have to do a thing in this situation.  I didn’t cause the accident, I wasn’t at fault, she was.  To me, it seems like between my insurance company and hers, they should deal with each other, deal with my car, and get me a new comparable car without any hassle to me.  I mean, I did nothing wrong.  Why should I be out $3,000 and a car when this other woman made the mistake?  I should be able to go on my merry way in a rental and come home one day with a new car sitting in my driveway waiting for me, like the whole thing was just a bad dream and never really happened.  But alas, it DID happen, and I have to pay the price for someone else’s dumb mistake.  And you know what?  That is how the world we live in works.  We are all paying for someone else’s mistakes in some way, and I guess it’s time we just learn to bend over and take it, because it’s a dog-eat-dog world, and even if you don’t get eaten, eventually, you’ll at least suffer a bite.

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My man-boobs saved my life?!

Hey guys!  It’s been an exciting day!  And not exciting in a good way.  I almost died!!!!  This morning, on my way to work, I was just driving along, minding my own business, being awesome (like usual), and suddenly, I was pushing a smoking airbag out of my face, choking on powder, and wandering around my smashed up car like some dazed-out crackhead.  After walking around in circles like a zombie, I was advised by some people that I should probably sit back down in my car, (which I didn’t want to do, as the airbag was still pouring smoke out of it), but I did.  Minutes later, 2 cops, 2 firetrucks, and an ambulance arrived, and as the other driver was up walking around admitting to everyone that the accident was her fault (which it was, but it was really nice of her to admit it), I realized all of those were there for me.  And I was really embarrassed.  I mean, I was fine.  Yeah, I had some pain on my right side, but definitely not ambulance pain.  I was advised to go to the hospital, which again, I didn’t want to do, but after my wife showed up, it became less of an option and more like I was going whether I wanted to or not.  Anyways, after all of this, you may be asking yourself, “How, Nick, did your man-boobs save your life, and what does that have to do with a car accident you had this morning?”  Well, let me explain to you…After getting to the hospital, getting naked (upon request, which doesn’t happen much, let me tell you!), and looking in the mirror, I noticed that my right boobie was black, blue, and purple, and I realized, it had possibly saved my life!  I meean, if it hadn’t been for my boob taking most of the impact, what would have happend?  My ribs would’ve taken it!  Would they have been broken?  Pierced my lungs?  My spleen?  My HEART?!  Possibly.  You just never know.  And in that way, my man-boobs saved my life.  And think about it:  Say a fatty gets stabbed.  They stand less of a chance of sustaining major damage than a skinny bitch.  Fatty getting shot?  Same thing.  Mauled by a bear?  The bear would have more flesh to eat, getting full and leaving before actually reaching any important internal organs!  So see?!  Being fat WILL save your life, so go out, eat a cheeseburger, and gain a pound or two!  And quit worrying about all that junk like diabetes and heart disease…I mean, you are totally MUCH more likely to be mauled by a hungry bear, and someday, YOUR man-boobs may save YOUR life!

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