Fucking Facebook Whingers

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I am hoping that this is the last time I write about this.  

Yes;  I know all about freedom of speech.  I know we are all entitled to our opinion.  I know that you sometimes feel sick.

But really?  You need to take to Facebook and repetitively reveal that you are sneezing.  You have a cold.  Your stomach hates you, or that you have a fucking paper cut?  

 In the past two years, two very good friends of mine, both of whom had Facebook accounts, died. They had cancer, and very rarely, if ever, did they whine, whinge, moan and complain about it on social media.

They knew what it meant to live.  To enjoy life.  To have fun.

 Recently I deleted a bunch of people from my Facebook friends list.  I didn't care to see how much weight they had lost.  I don't give a shit that they are supporting Kleenex single handedly, and I really don't care if you have got a fucking itchy rash on your arse crack.

 I live away from my family.  My choice.  But Facebook is my main means of keeping in touch.  If you are my friend on Facebook then I like you.  We are friends.  However, if you are constantly moaning griping and being a self effacing cunt, and it shows up on my Facebook feed you will be deleted.  

 I will call you out on it first though.  YUP. Name and shame.

 Here's why;

 I am chronically ill.  For the past three years I have been in chronic pain.  I am chronically fatigued, I have gained weight, my hair has fallen out and my skin and nails are flaky.  I can't breath and I have a lot of infections.

I have developed chronic allergic asthma and was diagnosed hypothyroid from Hashimotos, also with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus.  My social life has been awful and I spend a lot of time resting and sleeping.  I take a bucket load of medications and I visit many Drs.  

However, I don't require constant attention, negative or positive from people.  Therefore I don't discuss my personal health issues on Facebook.  Neither do my friends with similar ailments and conditions.  OK, we all have an outburst now and again, but I have had one (ex) friend complain about a different ailment every day for four consecutive days.  Even though she was away on a trip with her husband, at the time.  

Another moaned relentlessly about her health, family and work.  I mean relentlessly.  Day in day out. Woe is me.  

Well I've had e fucking nough.  I'm done, I won't tolerate it any more.  The day has come.  Each time I see a whinger, and to be honest I think I've fucked most of them off, they will be deleted.  

Not unfollowed.  NOPE SIREE, just plain old deleted.  I don't need the negativity.  I try to stay positive, it makes me feel better.  

So, bear that in mind you griping pieces of shit.  I've come to the end of my rope.  

Feel better.  You pathetic twats.

KG Headbangerwoman 2014

Coughing up a lung, not a smoke in sight!

I have been sick for three weeks.

It has been the most boring, annoying, frustrating three weeks that I have had in a very long time.
You see, I am a 'doer'. I cannot even sit through a movie in it's entirity withough getting up and 'doing' something totally irrelevant.

When I first became sick (I had influenza A, according to my Dr), I had no choice. I was laid up in bed for five days.
The dog and my daughter moved into my bedroom and we all hung out. I was brought food and tea and I watched mindless daytime tv in between lapsing in and out of consciousness.

It sucked and I smelled bad!

Since then I have progressed to what was originally diagnosed as Pneumonia and has more recently become 'chest/lung/bronchial infection with origins/cause unknown, possibly COPD?'.
I have been given antibiotics (they failed to have any effect), a steroid inhaler, which gives me a very dry throat and makes me cough (go figure) and yesterday I was put on some type of electrical steam making machine which contained a cocktail of Ventolin and other breathing type drugs. This made me shake like a south of the tracks, cheap rental property and increased my heart rate to beyond multiple orgasm speed.
I slept for three hours after this. Go figure. I don't even have a Penis!

I am no longer confined to my bed, however I remain unable to 'do' and even climbing the stairs is a  pretty exhausting task.
On attempting a grocery shop at the weekend I was nearing collapse by the time we reached the checkout and was asleep for four hours shortly after getting home.

All of this would be a lot more believable had I not quit smoking almost three months ago! Not exactly a healthy add for giving up the nicotine sticks.

To quote my Mum, from days gone by "it's  not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in"
Mum, I have to agree. There are a few occassions in the recent weeks that I have to say I have seriously considered what it would be like inside a coffin, brought on by all this coughing!

I am feeling like the light at the end of the tunnel may soon appear, but I am presently sitting still and I just had another coughing fit!
 I am getting better at guiding the Wii control to use Netflix and I now know which neighbours illegally park in vistor parking and on the street during the day.

 I still absolutely think that quitting the cigarettes was the best thing I have EVER done and I would gladly suffer all this again to be smoke free.

 However, I am so fucking bored I may start knitting again.