I'm not one for spreading my personals on the interweb but hey, you people will never meet me (except for a few) so why not.

Since this year has started i've just had bad luck everywhere i've gone. New years to me wasn't that great. I was pretty much fuct off the whole night and sick.

Worked through the holidays, which sucked even more! Only getting annual leave in May! Like WTF?!?!?!

Anyway, as many of you may or may not know, i'm a insulin dependent diabetic. So of course there's never good news for me.

It was the middle of January on a Tuesday afternoon at a little past five when i got the fateful phone call. It was my mother with bad news on my blood test results.
She had told me that my hba1c (blood sugar count of the last 3months) was high again, my cholesterol was high and my protein in my urine was higher than normal (it's supposed to be 50ml but mines 1500ml) therefore putting my kidneys at risk. After a lot of crying had passed i realized what my teenage rebellion had done to me. Sigh...

The next day was my day off (i baxter my off days) and it gave me time to G GLE... I G GLED till my hearts content to what was going to happen to me. I must admit that i found a lot of answers and questions. In the end i found the one kidney disease i had... PROTEINURIA... I needed to know more and to go see a specialist. But also on this fateful day (unknown to me) we had to take my uber doggy to the vet... They put him down

R.I.P my little noble doggy...

The next day at work i was feeling like ass I wanted to take the afternoon off as sick leave (and that we were dead quiet)...but...because i've got such a nice manager she had a few words to say to me... and this is what was said...basically.

She told me that i wasn't fit to work in a salon, a desk job would suit me better, i'm always sick (i only took 4days sick leave last year) and that she wanted a doctors letter to state that i'm medically fit to work in a salon!

Like WTF?!?!?! I felt like

I was speechless. Even the shampooists were like wtf...

I left it there and went home to discuss my legal rights to family and PIG. (Funny enough my doctor DID write a letter but i never gave it to the cunt!) But unfortunately my day wasn't over... I got home to more bad news...

My auntie's doggy had also been put down due to epilepsy (she lives next door to us)

It was just too much... i wanted to scream! My emotions were run so high i didn't know what to do.

A couple of weeks later i got an appointment at the specialist. He had confirmed that i was on the verge of kidney failure the way i was going and that i had indeed Proteinuria (i'm only 24yrs old) I couldn't believe it. The doctor told me that i needed to go onto a strict low protein diet (again sigh!) Fine, I thought i could do it...but one doesn't realize that nearly EVERYTHING consists of protein. Aaaaarrrrrg!!!!

Later that week, that was the Monday, my mom was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. (i'm type one) Great stuff. What else could go wrong?!

over 9000 days ago my mom went to the doctor complaining about heart pulpatations... she came back home with news of her heart being fuct. (She's in the process of going to a heart specialist)

We went this morning to get some blood drawn for her (my mom) and the nurse that was doing it Completely and utterly,without a doubt,you dry-heaving know this freaked my mom out saying that it didn't look good but she doesn't have the authority to tell my mom, only the doctor does and that the blood test results would be out in 2hrs stat...the nurse not knowing that her doctor's off on a Wednesday. So we're all worried sick.

Might i also add a little drama to this day?! Why not? So a long story short, my brother and his girlfriend (which used to be my best friend) are best friends with my ex (dum dum dum) Basically we had a huge fight and the cunt brought my brother into it and i'm shit scared of my brother. And i just HATE them all!!!!!!!

And lastly, i'm fuct off that i couldn't get my memorial tat done today due to the tat artist not being in a very happy mood WTF?!!?!?!? Grrrrrrrr... it's been postponed till next week Wednesday.

So stay tuned in till the next disaster of Torment.

Same time, same place.

I don't want to dwell on your problems, I think you might have typed it all out just to vent, so I'll leave it at that, and best of luck to you.

What is the memorial tattoo? Who is it for?

And I thought you was Mrpig.. Something to do with Ip adds and shit. Having read that,and the fact you fell for nearly all the filters, I doubt ya no more

Welcome to eCaked Torment!!

Uber doggy sounds like it was a cool hound, R.I.P ya hairy little fucker.

Twits, you're falling over your words man!

Torment, I don't know you personally, but I reckon you should carry a brick around for the times people piss you off.

Take a brick, put it in your handbag, when someone comes around tryina fuck around with your day...BHAM!

problem solved.

Stic, I don't know you personally but I reckon next time we get tanked at your place we should toss some bricks out the window.

Pig, I don't know you personally, but you should bring your paintball guns along so that we can shoot at the beggars on our way to my house for the braai.

a. yay kidneys, I know all about those
b. and also hearts
c. as irritating as it is to have your tattoo be delayed because your artist is moody, you really do not want an emotionally unstable artist etching things into your skin.

I don't know any of you fuckers personaloly but I sense that someone wants to hit me with bricks.

While we get drunk and polish out (paintball) guns.


When is the braai stic? Should I bring all the 'guns?

Paintball...pfft, in the Americas we have real guns.

In the americans you also have real assholes.

Keepin it real in America.

Assholes. est 1492