The 'have a moan' thread

[MarMar]

Grrr I tell ya, grrr!

Some members on here seem to do nothing but complain.

[loobieloo]

Ok, more of a worry than a moan, but its just school!

It stresses me out so badly! When we left for the christmas hols our teacher told us to prepare for 5 months of hell leading up to our GCSE's and its really worrying me.

Im usually not too bad in school, Im just worrying lol.

Im dreading going back on monday, I have double maths, and the teacher absolutely hates me! she told me there was no way i was ever going to pass my GCSE so I may aswell just give up now, that made me cry, I try really hard in maths.

And I have a spanish oral on Tuesday, and Im good at spanish, yet when its in the oral and its being recorded and all that, it just freaks me out and my mind goes blank, I just sit there like "ermm......" its awful!

Im so stressed im getting spots! Lol thats not major but it just makes me feel even more down.

[xGlowingAngelx]

Firstly, ignore you maths teacher. She has no right to say that. I know how it feels. The stress and the worry, but you just have to remember that all you can do is try your best. I got to the point where I was revising constatly and I ended up so depressed I was crying all the time. So, although you do have to revise, make sure you have some free time. Draw up a revision timetable if it will help, that way you force yourself to take breaks and relax.

Good luck with the exams.

[Nicom]

Just keep thinking that you'll survive through them, and you will get what you deserve. No matter how crappy you feel about it, it'll turn out fine in the end.

That's what I'm hoping anyway.

Okay, I love to moan about little things like "I'm bored" and stuff like that, but when it comes to more serious things, like death and illness, I hate to.

I know some people that use friends or relative's illness or death for sympathy, and I guess I'm always afraid that it'll look like I'm doing that.

But I need a moan. I had a brief moan when my boyfriend came online, but didn't tell him all of everything, and kept making jokes. How I made jokes I don't know, I was actually crying. (Multi-tasking! Wahay!)

My Nana's not been well for a week or two. She went in hospital last week with really bad pains in her belly, and then came out the following day, diagnosed with a Water Infection. Since then she's been vomiting and had diarohhea (sp), then finally coughing up blood. So yesterday, she went back in. I went this morning to see her before an operation to try and find what was wrong with her.

I went home and continued with my usual activities, thinking that we'd be rung when she came out of the op and recovery. Well, we were, but because she was in Intensive Care (which I was assured was normal) my mum said it'd be best that I stayed home, because she wouldn't really know I was there anyway. So I agreed, and managed to convince my MUm to let my Granddad go.

Well, later on, we got a phone call off my Dad, who asked whether wanted to come see her, but she was still very poorly. That's when I got suspicious, but my sister told me that it'd all be fine, and that nothing abnormal was going off. They were just asking if we wanted to visit her.

Anyway, I said yes, so me and my Sister got picked up by my Mum and Dad's friend (one thing I thought was weird) and dropped off at the hospital, where my Dad was waiting at the door. As we walked through reception my sister asked how my Nana was. It went a bit quiet, so I turned around to face them, to find out neither was there. Confused, I took a bit of a back step and looked around this wall, where my Dad had sat down and my sister was joining him. He told me to sit down. Straight away I realised it wasn't good.

He didn't say much at first, his eyes were all red and I could tell he was thinking of how to word it. I've only seen my Dad cry once before, so I knew this was a big deal. After nipping to the loo to "get some tissue" he told us about my Nana. The operation itself had gone well, she had had a perferated (sp) bowel, which leaked her poo and stuff into her body. They had sowed it up. But the perferation (sp) had been made because of a tumour, which they have hopefully cut out completely.

Now, at the word tumour I was thinking "double crap". But, the next line made it worse.

"That's not what the doctor's are worried about at the minute"

What could be worse than a tumour!? Well, the poo and stuff that leaked into her body isn't good.. it's toxic and stuff, and she's really not well. That's basically all I know, as my Dad was trying to make it sound okay. But he was crying at the time, so it wasn't very convincing.

Then I went up to the Intensive Care ward, and all my family were there, puffy eyed and crying. It felt like it was all getting even more negative as I went along.

So I went to my Nana's bedside with my MUm, and she had a tube in her mouth, helping her to breathe. She wasn't really there, though she did open her eyes and nod her head a bit. But I think that made it worse for me. She could see everyone crying, her children and grandchildren, and couldn't do anything about it. She'd know it was bad, and she can't show any emotion. She just had to lay there. Which made me cry. Which is making me cry. Lol. (such a wuss.. )

The next 24 hours are critical, but that doesn't mean it's over. She has to accept the antibiotics over the next 24 hours, I don't know what happens if she doesn't, but I just know that even if she does, she's not going to be out of the woods. Even if she gets better from this part; and she quite a large 75 year old woman, then we've then got the tumour to worry about.

Everyone's so sad. My Dad is very sad, but he hides it so well at times. It tends to burst out though, when I'm around which gets me sad too. He was ringing family and friends, explaining to everyone, and he looked like he was doing well. He was fine with it, treating it a bit too okay actually. I went to sit with him as he did it, because I was quite amazed, but then he broke down on the phone, and had to leave the room. Unluckily for me, he passed it onto me on the way out. So I was left with a random person on the other end, and I was choked myself.

I'm not a very emotional person. I don't like to cry, or moan about stuff like this. But just thinking of how sad everyone was, and my Nana barely awake on the bed, probably knowing her fate, I just can't get it out my head. I really hope this helps, I think I needed a good moan. I can't to anyone else, I don't want to remind any of my family of it when they're all happy and have forgotten for the minute, and I'll have to talk about it to my friends first, and talking is much more difficult than typing.

And no one can see my cry here. ;)

I just hope she's okay, but... I really can't see it happening. And there's nothing I can do, or say. I just have to sit and pray she'll get better. Or at least hopes she knows nothing about the situation.

[Skykat]

Nicole sweetie my thoughts are with you.

You know I've been dealing with my Mum having a tumour recently and being in intensive care so I know a bit of what you're feeling right now and theres not much anyone can say except that we're all thinking of you, it's okay, to cry, rant, whatever you need.

you know where I am if you want to vent, chat, insult me...whatever. Lots of love.xxx

[Nicom]

Nicole sweetie my thoughts are with you.

You know I've been dealing with my Mum having a tumour recently and being in intensive care so I know a bit of what you're feeling right now and theres not much anyone can say except that we're all thinking of you, it's okay, to cry, rant, whatever you need.

you know where I am if you want to vent, chat, insult me...whatever. Lots of love.xxx

You'll regret saying that.

And sorry about your Mum. I hope she's getting better

[MarMar]

I seriously don't know what to say, because I know that no matter what I say, it won't make your nan better But, I', thinking about her and praying for you, your nan and your family, and if you need someone to vent to, I'm here as well.

[Eli]

I'm really sorry to hear about your nan, Nicom

Right now I'm annoyed. I have to have this chemistry-report-thing ready by tomorrow, and I don't understand the stuff!

And also I have lost my remote control again (I do twice a day, but I always find it) and I can't find it! I haven't seen it for like four days. I guess it's getting its revenge after being dropped on the floor several times each day (it has even got this funny rattling sound when you move it, almost like a rattlesnake....).

I'm not a fan of tidying and organizing. Although, my computer is surprisingly organized

[xGlowingAngelx]

Just keep thinking that you'll survive through them, and you will get what you deserve. No matter how crappy you feel about it, it'll turn out fine in the end.

That's what I'm hoping anyway.

Okay, I love to moan about little things like "I'm bored" and stuff like that, but when it comes to more serious things, like death and illness, I hate to.

I know some people that use friends or relative's illness or death for sympathy, and I guess I'm always afraid that it'll look like I'm doing that.

But I need a moan. I had a brief moan when my boyfriend came online, but didn't tell him all of everything, and kept making jokes. How I made jokes I don't know, I was actually crying. (Multi-tasking! Wahay!)

My Nana's not been well for a week or two. She went in hospital last week with really bad pains in her belly, and then came out the following day, diagnosed with a Water Infection. Since then she's been vomiting and had diarohhea (sp), then finally coughing up blood. So yesterday, she went back in. I went this morning to see her before an operation to try and find what was wrong with her.

I went home and continued with my usual activities, thinking that we'd be rung when she came out of the op and recovery. Well, we were, but because she was in Intensive Care (which I was assured was normal) my mum said it'd be best that I stayed home, because she wouldn't really know I was there anyway. So I agreed, and managed to convince my MUm to let my Granddad go.

Well, later on, we got a phone call off my Dad, who asked whether wanted to come see her, but she was still very poorly. That's when I got suspicious, but my sister told me that it'd all be fine, and that nothing abnormal was going off. They were just asking if we wanted to visit her.

Anyway, I said yes, so me and my Sister got picked up by my Mum and Dad's friend (one thing I thought was weird) and dropped off at the hospital, where my Dad was waiting at the door. As we walked through reception my sister asked how my Nana was. It went a bit quiet, so I turned around to face them, to find out neither was there. Confused, I took a bit of a back step and looked around this wall, where my Dad had sat down and my sister was joining him. He told me to sit down. Straight away I realised it wasn't good.

He didn't say much at first, his eyes were all red and I could tell he was thinking of how to word it. I've only seen my Dad cry once before, so I knew this was a big deal. After nipping to the loo to "get some tissue" he told us about my Nana. The operation itself had gone well, she had had a perferated (sp) bowel, which leaked her poo and stuff into her body. They had sowed it up. But the perferation (sp) had been made because of a tumour, which they have hopefully cut out completely.

Now, at the word tumour I was thinking "double crap". But, the next line made it worse.

"That's not what the doctor's are worried about at the minute"

What could be worse than a tumour!? Well, the poo and stuff that leaked into her body isn't good.. it's toxic and stuff, and she's really not well. That's basically all I know, as my Dad was trying to make it sound okay. But he was crying at the time, so it wasn't very convincing.

Then I went up to the Intensive Care ward, and all my family were there, puffy eyed and crying. It felt like it was all getting even more negative as I went along.

So I went to my Nana's bedside with my MUm, and she had a tube in her mouth, helping her to breathe. She wasn't really there, though she did open her eyes and nod her head a bit. But I think that made it worse for me. She could see everyone crying, her children and grandchildren, and couldn't do anything about it. She'd know it was bad, and she can't show any emotion. She just had to lay there. Which made me cry. Which is making me cry. Lol. (such a wuss.. )

The next 24 hours are critical, but that doesn't mean it's over. She has to accept the antibiotics over the next 24 hours, I don't know what happens if she doesn't, but I just know that even if she does, she's not going to be out of the woods. Even if she gets better from this part; and she quite a large 75 year old woman, then we've then got the tumour to worry about.

Everyone's so sad. My Dad is very sad, but he hides it so well at times. It tends to burst out though, when I'm around which gets me sad too. He was ringing family and friends, explaining to everyone, and he looked like he was doing well. He was fine with it, treating it a bit too okay actually. I went to sit with him as he did it, because I was quite amazed, but then he broke down on the phone, and had to leave the room. Unluckily for me, he passed it onto me on the way out. So I was left with a random person on the other end, and I was choked myself.

I'm not a very emotional person. I don't like to cry, or moan about stuff like this. But just thinking of how sad everyone was, and my Nana barely awake on the bed, probably knowing her fate, I just can't get it out my head. I really hope this helps, I think I needed a good moan. I can't to anyone else, I don't want to remind any of my family of it when they're all happy and have forgotten for the minute, and I'll have to talk about it to my friends first, and talking is much more difficult than typing.

And no one can see my cry here. ;)

I just hope she's okay, but... I really can't see it happening. And there's nothing I can do, or say. I just have to sit and pray she'll get better. Or at least hopes she knows nothing about the situation.

I'm so sorry Nic, I honestly don't know what I can say. I just hope you know I'm there if you need to chat, feel free. I'm thinking of you xxxx

Wow, I feel stupid moaning about anything now because it doesn't seem like anything. My only moan is that I have an ulcer on the left side of my upper lip and toothache on the right side of my lower lip. My mouth is wrecking.

I feel so pathetic moaning about that now. Sorry, Nicole. xxxxx

[Nicom]

Lol. Amy, that was pitiful. You could have at least added some blood and drama in there. Lol. Sorry about your ulcer and toothache. Ulcer's are painful, haven't had one in a while. I feel for you.

Thanks Merc, Eli Roenning, Amy, and SkyKat. I figured I'd just tell people my update. I know you don't know my Nan, but I thought that if I moaned to you, then you may aswell know how it's going.

I went this morning with my Dad, us beign the first visitors, and as we walked around the corner of the Intesive Care ward, there was my Nana, the big tube out of her throat and her eyes open. She looks a lot better, I was so overwhelmed with happiness. I think both me and my Dad could have cried. (I called him a girl, again. ) It didn't take long for my Nan to give her orders. She wanted her hairbrush and tissues. lol

We're all a lot happier and optomistic now, even though the doctor said that there's still a long way to go. But, he did also say that he couldn't have hoped for a better recovery, she's doing really well. He even let her drink today, and she shouldn't have done for a couple of days yet. So that's got to be a good sign.

I don't think she knows how ill she is, or about the tumour that has apparently a good chance of being cancerous, but I'm quite pleased she doesn't. She's feeling better, and I think it'd be wrong to scare her. I just hope that she gets a lot better and there's no need to scare her at all!

Thanks for listening to my ramble and reading my stuff. I'll probably post back here again, if you haven't had enough of me.