Or dentists offices should be open better hours. Id take either.

I started my new job last week. I have no PTO, and taking an unplanned day off on your second week is a bad look at best. I discovered today, I have a dental abcess. This is classified as a dental emergency, so I start looking. There are 100 dentists offices near me. 90 of them are open monday-friday 9am-4pm, or some other standard work day variation.

Maybe 5 are open until 6pm, which would be great for standard dental work, but this will be a longer procedure, so those are out.

Then there's the "24/7 dental emergency offices". Which are actually just call directories that route you to other places, if anywhere at all.

That left me with 2 options. One that is open for 4 hours on Saturday, and is booked out until late October, or a place over an hour away that doesnt take insurance.

I have a dental emergency, but my best bet is to go to urgent care for some antibiotics to bridge the gap until I can hopefully get a walk in appointment on Friday when we get to leave early. I have an emergency, but a hospital cant do anything for me until the abcess ruptures and I go septic, and even then all they can do is stabilize me. Id still have to go into a dentist.

Like, imagine this but with any other emergency. Oh, you cut your hand really badly? Unfortunately the stitching doctor is only open monday through Friday from 10am to 3pm and closed for a 2 hour lunch from 12-2pm. You broke your leg? Well all we can do is give you some Tylenol until you can hopefully get a walk in appointment at the bone clinic because their appointments are booking out 6 months.

And I get it, no one wants to work nights and weekends, but you're a DOCTOR. You chose healthcare (so did the hygienist and receptionists, I dont want to hear it). Just one dentist, on call. Or a surgen who doubles as an oral surgeon. Or a dentists office open nights and weekends.

It shouldn't be this hard to get emergency treatment.

I was born and raised in Turkey. I know that it's not exactly the worst place to be born in, but I still wish I was born in somewhere else. My life would've been so much different and better if that were the case.

The economy is terrible, most hobbies are a luxury. The education system is terrible, it only favors those who are good at math. The people are terrible, you can get killed simply for looking at someone funny. The government is terrible, they want to abolish secularism and create an Islamofascist dictatorship. The weather is terrible, it's hot and gross. There are almost no green areas, it's mostly a concrete jungle.

I wish I was born in Sweden or Finland or something. Hell, I'd even take average European countries like Poland or Hungary. I can't move abroad either, I'm a university dropout. I'll rot here for as long as I live.

I guess this is my fate, one of the reasons why God doesn't exist. I'm tired, I should probably go to bed.

Peace.

Edit: Grammar.

So many people live their life as a permanent victim.

Like grown ass men and women acting as if the world is out to get them, everyone hates them and why does everything bad always happen to them mentality. However, if they do anything wrong they have 100 excuses or reasons why they are not to blame.

I dated someone for a year (Much longer than I should) Who lived life as a victim. When I stood up for myself and told them they are not being fair suddenly I am a bully and I always blame them for everything. Turns out shouting, cussing, swearing and mind games are okay when you are upset. However, telling them to take responsibility for that is not.

People like this can not just have a normal conversation and be open. Its either they are always right or they are the victim.

The amount of adult toddlers in the world who always have to be a victim is scary.

He had a follow-up doctors' appointment coming up in a couple of days and he started screaming and throwing a tantrum that he wasn't going to go and that he would refuse to set foot in the clinic and started flinging stuff at the wall until I called and canceled the appointment.

He's almost 42 and autistic and our parents are dead so I don't have anyone who can help me. I'm just forced to deal with it. I'm just venting so I don't really need any solutions. I don't have many real-life friends or family I can vent to that would be understanding as he acts like a perfect angel around them.

I'm an Atheist. I'm 60. Sometimes I accompany my Christian wife to church with my adult daughter and her husband. I decided years ago, "going to church" was not my hill-to-die-on. So I spend an hour a week, standing and sitting and listening, and standing when they sing and all the normal party games.

One thing in particular gets on my NERVES! Why do people stand with their arms extended upwards during singing? Why? God (if there is one) isn't some sort of radio signal you need to orient yourself to like your television rabbit ears from the 60's and 70's. You're not getting any better "God Reception" standing like some animatronic dim-wit half-rotating back and forth trying to get the right position. Stand still you knucklehead! Put your arms down.

Church is (barely) tolerable as it is. These people bug me. You're not a radio antenna. You're not gathering extra God-Vibes by putting your arms up like that. Please make them stop.

BTW, this would make a great Key and Peele Saturday Night Live skit. Some "Church Lady" carrying a giant 1978 roof-top style radio antenna into the sanctuary (her husband with TV rabbit ears with aluminum foil). SMH

Im tired of telling people that I am ugly as if that is some awful dehumanizing description of me. People ask me why im single and most of the times I get rejected by most women I talk to before I even introduce myself so reason points to my looks. Ive even flat out heard that I am too unatractive to date some women and that's okay. Im tired of hearing "No you are fine looking" or some shit like " Just be confident" I understand that I am very ugly (Proof in Bio) but I can also accept that I have a personality and confidence and a life. Ive even had a GF before, sure she was way put out of my league looks wise but still. Bein ugly doesn't mean you are talking down to yourself or you are feeling sorry for yourself but you can acknowledge the facts and move on from there.

There isn’t really a flair warning for this but I guess warning I talk about fights with an animal? Idk my girlfriend doesn’t like to hear about it she’s a big animal lover. Which is why I’m writing it here.

I live on my dad’s farm and I do most of the work with the animals every day and I don’t mind it I like doing it. The pigs have always been great, the rabbits are fun, the chickens are chickens. The sheep are the bane of my existence. They have 80% of the farm space to themselves the rest divided between the other animals so even when I’m with the other animals they’re there. The girls aren’t the problem and the younger boys are fine too for the most part but the oldest male is my enemy. Laugh if you want but he is literally the devil I just can’t prove it.

Sir, I took care of you your whole life and you ram into me full speed every day. It’s a dominance thing, yes. I assert my dominance every time and every time you run away in fear. Do you not learn? I have kicked you. I have thrown rocks at you. I go out to the farm equipped with brass knuckles for your thick thick skull.
Note: he is fine. I am not abusing this animal, if anything he’s abusing me.
I’ve tried peaceful solutions. I’ve talked with other farmers and I know this behavior isn’t out of the ordinary for rams. But if you have experienced this then you should understand the anger and frustration I have. I’m writing this in a fit of rage because I was just knocked on my ass while installing a scratching post for that ungrateful little bitch. He’s the biggest, the oldest, and he’s already fathered children. He was going to be the male goat we kept while selling or butchering the rest but now? NOW? You will pay. You will reap what you sow and I will favor every bite. Your son (who is very nice to me and was originally next in line for the butchers) will take your place. And you will take his. In my belly. My only regret is I won’t have the pleasure of doing it myself. I hope you burn in hell, Smudge.

as someone with intense social anxiety, i hate it when someone says something like "social anxiety is narcissism or being self-centered" and all that shit. i think i've even posted something about social anxiety maybe a week ago but idc im thinking about this rn im gonna post it. any time you open up about being socially anxious, everyone just shuts you down by saying "no ones looking at you, no ones judging you, no one will remember you, no one will record you", and thats just not true. half the time those people are the ones who'll talk shit about a random person thatwalked past who may just look a little different. literally go onto tiktok or youtube or reels and you'll see at least one video of someone being recorded without consent, usually to be made fun of. think of every time you've judged a stranger, because even if you are a good person, im sure you've at least made some judgements before. personally for me, i observe a lot and remember. like if someone with a distinct feature, or someone whos extremely large or small walks past me, my brain will take note of it. not in like an "ew that persons weird" way, just like an "oh that person has that feature" way, and the thing is, knowing how awful people are, im sure that most people are doing the same but instead saying horrible things. and i know everyone also says we shouldnt care how people think, but that is definitley not as easy as it sounds, and when you say that, people then act like you're just annoying or self centered when really you are stuggling so much with something you cant even speak about without someone saying "its not real no one cares or is looking at you!"

unfortunatley it is real. some people will judge you, remember you even if you've never talked, make fun of you, record you, and its disgusting. theres nothing i can say to stop that or make it better, but it happens and im sick of people saying it doesnt.

I’M ON MY PERIOD RIGHT NOW AND I FUCKING HATE IT EVERY TIME I GET IT, EVERY SINGLE MONTH I GET MY FUCKING PERIOD, I JUST WANNA DESTROY AND PUNCH EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE IN MY WAY OR EVEN COMES FUCKING NEAR ME. WHO EVEN CREATED AND INVENTED PERIODS ANYWAY?! BECAUSE I HATE AND DESPISE THAT PERSON WHO DID, LIKE I LOATHE THEM TO DEATH. PERIODS SHOULD’NT EVEN EXIST BUT THEY DO FOR STUPID REASONS AND I FUCKING HATE THAT!! I COULD NEVER EVER GET USED TO HAVING PERIODS BECAUSE WHO IN THEIR RIGHT FUCKING MINDS WOULD GET USED TO THAT TORTURE?!?!

I’VE REALLY GOTTEN TO A POINT I’VE WANTED TO BE A GUY, LIKE TURN INTO A GUY JUST TO GET RID OF MY FUCKING PERIOD!!! I JUST WANT MY PERIOD TO BE GONE AND OUT OF MY SYSTEM ENTIRELY!!! I DON’T WANT IT ANYMORE, LIKE I NEVER WANTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE BUT YET IT STILL CAME TO ME, LIKE IT’S NOT EVEN FUCKING FUNNY.. I WOULD DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING JUST FOR MY PERIOD TO BE GONE AND OUT OF ME!!! I WOULD EVEN SACRIFICE ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND ANYONE IN MY WAY JUST FOR MY PERIOD TO BE FUCKING GONE!!!!!! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
THAT’S WHY GUYS ARE SOOOO FUCKING LUCKY THEY DON’T HAVE PERIODS AND DON’T GET EVEN GET TO EXPERIENCE PERIODS LIKE HOW US WOMAN DO AND I FUCKING DESPISE THAT TO DEATH!!! I REALLY WISH AND WOULD WANT GUYS TO FUCKING EXPERIENCE PERIODS LIKE HOW WE DO.. I WANT THEM TO FEEL THE FUCKING PAINFUL CRAMPS EVERYWHERE IN THEIR BODIES!!!!! I WANT THEM TO FEEL IT SO BADLY!! LIKE I REALLY WISH FOR IT.. FOR GUYS TO FEEL EVERYTHING WE FEEL DURING OUR PERIODS AND MORE. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHSHSHDHDHEJHSH, I JUST FUCKING WANT MY WHOLE FUCKING UTERUS REMOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😤😤😡😡😡

I’m angry. Resentful and just over life. I can’t even smile at babies anymore because looking at them makes me sad. My family is terrible and I don’t feel motivated to create or find my own. I feel numb. I spent some time outside today but I still feel blah. I’m losing track of day. Even changing up my routine isn’t working. I’m over it.

I know, many people say, you sure will find someone compatible again, there are still other men out there that you can love just as much one day and who would never leave you.

Maybe. I know that you can fall in love again in the future even if you can't see it now. But sometimes, you're just not able to find someone as compatible again and who you have this much in common with. Sometimes you just can't top that.

It feels impossible to imagine dating someone else or entering a relationship even if I'm in love just because I will never reach that level of compatibility again.

Yes, there sure are good and loving men out there.

And yes, maybe someone in the future will share the same humour and also likes hiking.

But I will never be able to find someone who's complementing my soul in the way that my ex did. I just won't. And I will always feel like there's something missing because I've already experienced the biggest level of compatibility.

I will never be able to date someone else if back in my mind, I just have the thought that I've already found the Man of my dreams and experienced a soul tie and probably the biggest love of my life.

Life had different plans for me when he lost feelings in the end of our relationship. Life's not fair.

It's easy to say that "it's not the love of your life if they left you". But maybe he was my biggest love. Even if I love again in the future, no-one could possibly ever be this compatible.

Edit: to everyone saying "you weren't as compatible as you thought if he broke up with you": Sometimes you just lose feelings and you can't control it. Doesn't mean something has changed or that the relationship wasn't happy or you just weren't happy with them, it can fade while you still feel happy and compatible with them. But they just turn into something like a very best friend over time. And that's okay, you can't control it. But looking for other reasons to understand why he left me doesn't change anything. It doesn't change that TO ME he was the most compatible person I could ever imagine and that I can't imagine that someone else could ever have this much in common with me. Yeah, i may fall in love again and feel happy with someone and have a healthy relationship. But knowing that I won't ever find again what I had with him just makes me really sad and lets me question every new partner.

About 7-8 years ago, I quit a job I loved because it was too overwhelming. What tipped me over the edge was a particular coworker. She was very nice, and socially we got along, but she was completely incompetent at her job. I ended up doing my job (which already was too much on its own) AND a substantial portion of her job because she literally could not function. I was working over 100 hours a week, and she would arrive late and leave early. I have no idea how she kept her job; the only thing I can figure is that she talks a good game.

I landed another job that seemed more sustainable, at least at first. I love it even more than my previous job. However, over the last few years the workload has been steadily ratcheting up while staffing numbers remain the same. A few months ago, a coworker I worked closely with quit because they got burned out. It was such a terrible loss to our department. They were truly amazing at their job, and we worked well together. When I found out that my former coworker was hired to take their place, it felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I could not rationalize how the most competent person I've ever worked with was being replaced by someone whose incompetence pushed me to quit a different job.

So, what did I do? I plastered on a smile, pretended to be so excited for this happy reunion, and welcomed my no-longer-former coworker to the team. It's been just under a month since she started, and my bosses are already shifting her work in my direction because they know I'll make sure it gets done. Right now, it's under the guise of "helping her get settled," which, fine, sure, I'll help out because being new is difficult. Leading with compassion and understanding certainly seems to be a good strategy for team unity. Who knows, maybe once she settles in, things will be better. People change, right?

For now, I'm embracing the chaos and doing everything I can to document/CYA to protect myself when things go completely south. I'm not going to throw her under the bus, but I won't cover for her either. I just hope that change will come before I completely burn out.

I split from my ex years ago. I started a new relationship with an old friend who lived in another state. we all moved to be with my new partner. all expenses paid by myself. I wanted the kids to still see their dad. I rented my ex a house and paid his rent, it was originally supposed to be for one year while he go established. in the meantime, I provide all transport, purchase all clothing, pay all medical bills and make sure our kids go to all their doctor appointments. ex has not contributed to anything. I drop kids off at his house every other week and my husband and I are there daily to bring them to and from school when it's his week (we are 50/50 custody. we basically just drop them off tobsoent time with their dad evenings and weekends. well, decided 4 years is enough. I opted not to renew the lease, and plan on getting custody. it seems like... the ex just kicked into high gear trying to fine a job. like sure, he got some sort of data certificate, but didn't really start going hard until I told him I'm done. anyway. just found out he started a gofundme. and it's all "help me and my children". the photo is. 7 years old. of the kids when they were tiny. he frames it all as if he's actually contributed anything for the kids. literally everything. has been my husband and I. while he sits around and plays games. doesn't work. somehow always has money for cigarettes and energy drinks, though. grr. poor me, I'm a single dad. doing my best. pffff bullshit.

For two weeks, a topic will be white hot and everyone will be up in arms, speaking out and taking sides. Then they get mad at you because you're not outraged right along with them.

As soon as the media coverage stops, people move on to the next thing to be upset about like the last thing never happened or like it's suddenly "over".

In the end, people don't really care about things that aren't being talked about en masse. They don't even really care then; they just want to join in.

My partner has been mostly jobless the past six months, meaning that every penny I made has gone towards keeping us afloat. Today out of desperation he sold his game boys and games, but also my Wii games that have a lot of sentimental value. He got about 25% of what they’re actually worth, and I feel like I’m ready to check out. What kind of life is worth scrounging and selling childhood memories for? I’ve never had a good relationship with my sister, and now the only positive physical thing I have from our childhood is gone for less than $50. I feel sick to my stomach. I’m so tired of living month to month with nothing to show for it, now I don’t even have my memories.

I don't know how other people manage to distract themselves right after a breakup (when they were dumbed). I'm just bedrotting 24/7. I tried so many activities but can't really finish them or don't even start them. I don't feel any joy and I don't feel any motivation do to anything other than bedrotting.

All I do is lie down, scroll on my phone and hoping that I'll just feel better the next day.

Playing a computer game is awful and boring, watching a movie.. way too much effort. Exercising is good but really hard to do when you're very miserable.

Even when I have a moment when I don't cry, I just feel indifferent and I don't see any reason to try an activity if the don't bring me joy anyways.

Maybe I can go for a walk. But even that doesn't really help or feel good. I just do it to feel at least a little productive.

I really don't understand how others can paint, learn how to knit, have fun in cooking, go to the cinema and find so many ways to distract themselves.

Last month, my mother-in-law broke her hip. After hospital and rehab, she went to stay with my sister-in-law. During the week while sister-in-law is at work, my son (20) goes over from roughly 9am-4pm to take care of my mother-in-law. That includes helping her to the bathroom, changing her when she has an accident, making her lunch, giving her meds, giving her shots, helping with the at home exercises, and keeping her company. My son volunteered to do this and is doing it from the goodness of his heart. My mother-in-law tried to give him $20 and he refused it. My sister-in-law told him to take the money instead of fighting with her because she's stubborn. So he took the $20. My brother-in-law found out about the money and raised a stink, basically accusing my son of taking advantage. Never mind the fact that he has barely seen his mom even though he lives 5 miles away. He's too "busy" with church and friends. Nobody else volunteered to take⅞ care of my mother-in-law except for the sister-in-law she's staying with. I talked to my husband about this. He said his brother can get bent. His sister feels the same way. "If he's that concerned about a whopping $20, he can come take care of mom during the day." I'm so angry that he has the nerve to open his mouth and say something like that. I want to have a come to jesus moment with him but I'll keep my mouth shut and let my husband and sister-in-law deal with him. Thank you for listening and letting me get this out.

Update: some of you said to share this with him so he can see the comments. I sent him the link. He didn't want to respond on here, I guess to remain anonymous, but he did respond to me via text. This is what he said:

"You have no idea how much I needed to read all of those comments, I never wanted a fight to start over me getting a little bit of money as much as I said no, today she tried to give me $40, I turned it down, and instead she gave me $30 since I only helped out a few hours yesterday, I still didnt want to take it but I cant exactly fight mawmaw."

My mother-in-law is still insisting on paying him every day. My husband talked with his sister and she asked who told him. He told her I did and that our son came to me with the issue and was upset about the whole thing. His sister said their mom giving our son money is between their mom and our son and is none of their brother's business.

My mom is bipolar and has depression and anxiety. She's been depressed and just sort of done with life my whole life, according to my half-siblings, especially after I was born. She was done being a parent long before. My dad died when I was six. Obviously, that made her worse. Now, I'm almost sixteen, and she's just so depressed and angry. She's not on any of her meds anymore. It was something about her mental health meds conflicting with her medical marijuana card, so she chose the pot.

Shes used to say she was going to stop vaping and smoking. Today, she said "Who cares. I'm not gonna stop. I'm gonna do this for the rest of my life and then die." I've grown up around that my whole life. My mom has this thing where she just seems like she wants to die. She jokes about dying a lot. I hate it. I already lost my dad, and she thinks she can joke about dying for sympathy to me. I remember driving with her once at night after a doctor's appointment for me, and they asked the usual questions about if I was suicidal. I said no and they mentioned something about intrusive thoughts, like wanting to drive into a tree and stuff. My mom jumped in to say yes, she absolutely feels that all time. On the drive home she started going 90 mph on the highway, like weaving between cars. She does this stuff all the time that tells me she doesn't care if she or I die.

Its not like I can tell my dad about it. My siblings are grown and don't have to be around her all the time. Until I move out, I just have to try to help her and live with her. She makes me feel like I'm going to go insane. I think she's mad at me for how like put together I am? I don't know. I'm on track for college and med school and whenever its mentioned, she starts talking about how the world is going to end anyway, and how she could never be a doctor because she hates people too much. If I talk about how I want kids she tells me, her son, that I'm going to regret it and she'll go on and on about, "yeah? You think you could like/love your kid? Just wait until they're a teenager. The world's going to end anyway though, not like you'll have kids." Our house is filled with doomsday foods and books and supplies. I hate it here. I just want to graduate, get my undergraduate diploma, and then go to med school out of state.

I'm scared that she's going to hurt herself or die, and I'm going to be alone with it, like with my dad. I can't be an orphan. I don't know what to do or how to help. She hates me, she hates herself, she hates being alive; I don't know how to help her. I'm not exactly scared she's going to commit suicide, but I'm scared she's going to be careless and end up dead.

I just lost my best friend of 20+ years and I'm just... Devastated.

I'm angry, I'm crying, I'm lost.

She was more than a friend. We were writing partners. We've wrote 2 small books together and were working on more.

We were nerds together. We watched good and bad movies together. We would get into animes, be fangirls together and talked about them.

We did RP's together. We've built worlds together, made our own OC's to play with in the fandoms we loved. I got her hooked on MHA, and she loved Aizawa. I got her figures and shirts and things with him on it. That was one we played in. Now, i don't know if i can ever watch that show again, or any of the ones we started and waiting to finish.

We loved to watch live police chases together. That was our football.

We lived 1500 miles apart, but talked on the phone and RP'ed and wrote in Google Chats, always together at night. I always went to visit her in the summer, expect this last summer. The damn w*r ducked up the plane ticket prices so i didn't get to see her this summer. I am so angry about that.

She loved crocs, and i hated them, but was always looking for Crocs things for her.

She lived and took care of her mom, and was worked like a borrowed mule. He mom treated her like a step and fetch, clap clap and expected her to jump. Her mom did have medical problems, but still expected to have her waiting on her. She had her own medical issues, but like most Boomers, her issues were ignored.

Her whole family treated her like free help. She was 51, and had to grow up fast because she was made the family helper. She was never given the chance to have a husband or kids or life of her own. She was beaten down and made to feel useless.

She was on the autism scale, but she was brilliant when it came to writing and wanting to learn things. I loved her. Loved her so much. I tried to let her know that she was amazing and deserved good things.

She was hurt and sick, and her injury was just waved off.. What is it about Boomers just blowing off our issues, but they need to have the world stop and pander to them? They seem to still us X'rs as 18 years old and still able to do what we used to, not with arthritis from them not taking good care of us when we were young.

All her mom did was sit around and smoke and watch religious crap on YT, and sit around saying she was ready to go to Jesus. Meanwhile, she did all the work, tended to the animals. She had a gig job, since she couldn't be away from her mom for too long. The woman was a fall hazzard, and had fallen many times.

Now... I have a huge whole in my life that she filled. Everywhere i look and think, she should be there. The more i think, the more of a panic attack i feel like is trying to happen. I have so many photos and links and videos to share with her. I don't have other people like her i can share with. My parents and husband wouldn't get them.

I'm in pain with sadness, and there's a current of angry. I wish i was closer to her, i could have forced her to a doctor. She had medical trauma, but i think if i was there, i could have held her hand literally and been by her side. I wish i would have called for a wellness check sooner. Maybe the EMT's could have hauled her off. And... Part of me wished it was her mom wishes it was her mom. She would have been free of that labor. Yes, it would have been all new problems, but she would be free and able to get away from that house that was falling apart.

She'd said she'd be free and with Jesus if she died. She has wish for freedom many times. Well, she's free but I'm here still. I'm just... In so much pain.

I want some things from her house. The figures i got her, and the stuffed animals i got. I know it sounds dumb, but she loved them, and i cant stand the thought that they would get tossed into the trash.

I know this probably sounds like a lot of 'me me me' and self pity,,,,, and it might be. I'm crying as i write this. I never had any siblings, but she was the closest to a sister i ever had. We both have some shitty family members, so that was something else we could bond over.

I'm sorry, i just needed to barf this out to the Internet.. I hope this makes a tiny bit of sense. I'm crying as i type and been crying for the past 24 hours.

Thanks for listening.