holy fuck read this depressing dude's most recent post

[crosshold]

https://www.realself.com/review/fac...-encounter-botched-kind-fat-transfer-disaster

Here comes the spiraling depression once again.

• 22 Aug 2019
• 5 years post

I can complain and write down everything that upsets and depresses me and it would be so long that it would rival the Library of Babel. But for the sake of computational power (I don't think FakeSelf can support that much memory) I will try to keep this installment of "my life is a commode" short. I was scheduled to have surgery today. I was going to remove the jaw implants that I have had in my face since 2015. The reason why I was removing them is because they have been causing me significant pain. That reason alone is enough to make me want to remove them but it's not just that. I think it makes my face look fat and aged me considerably. So I was pretty happy that the implants were finally going to be removed today. I was really happy this morning and felt the liveliest I have felt in a long time. I was looking forward to this day for a very long time. I arrived at the surgery center this morning thinking everything was going to go smoothly. They called me back pretty early, around 10:45am. The surgery was scheduled to take place at 12:30. Well I was stuck laying in a gurney that I was sliding off of for 3 hours before they finally wheeled me into the operating room. I have no idea why. But that's a given. That didn't surprise me at all. It's to be expected that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and you are going to be met with delays and obstacles every second of your life. That's why I don't have a job anymore and I'm a bum. It's less stressful. Keep your expectations low and don't get your hopes up about anything...especially in relationships. That's my advice. Anyways...they wheel me back into the operating room. I was nervous but it was a good nervous. They transferred me from the gurney to the operating table. They hooked me up to something and instantly an alarm sounded. Apparently my heart-rate was too high and they declined to operate on me right then and there as it would be "too dangerous". Honestly...I don't care if I pass away on the operating table so it's not dangerous to me but...of course they couldn't proceed with the surgery and before you know it I was out of the hospital gown and walking out of the hospital a few minutes later after having to wait 5 hours for NOTHING. I just can't believe that happened. It looks like I will be stuck with these implants for life. I'm stuck with this muzzle for life. They recommended I go to a cardiologist and have them clear me for surgery before they can reschedule. Honey, I ain't doing that. It's too much work and I'm lazy AF. It's not like I could anyways because it's impossible to have healthcare in this country. Basically health insurance is a status symbol. Long gone are the days that a car-phone is proof that you "made it" in life...it's all about health insurance now and rubbing it in the faces of the uninsured. Welcome to 2019. Too bad it ain't 1981 anymore. Anyways...I told them the only way I will go to a cardiologist is if it's completely free and they reimburse me for gas before I added that Vietnam has better healthcare than America. Honestly...the whole ordeal was just really shady. I felt like they didn't want to operate on me and they were really quick to tell me that it wasn't safe to proceed with surgery. I tried telling them it was probably just nerves but they didn't care. The doctor had his stuff packed and ready to go and was walking out the door about the same time I was. He almost looked relieved that he didn't have to do another surgery and could go home. This is horrible. I'm...not doing anything with my life anymore. I think I already made that clear before but...this is just one more thing I can complain about. It just gives me one more excuse to give up. I just can't handle disappointment well. This will probably send me into a spiraling depression that could last for months. That is until I find myself waking up one cold, depressing morning next February 100 pounds later deciding I need to go on another starvation diet. I have a lot to look forward too. I just can't believe this happened to me. Why is this happening? I'm so sick of people telling me "life has up's and down's", "everything happens for a reason", blah blah blah. Yea...for the last 20 years apparently. I didn't ask for any of this misery. I never asked to be born. If given the choice I think I would have passed up on the opportunity because this world is one big toilet. It's not that I have a bleak view of the world...I just have a realistic view. And I got cheated on and had it rubbed in my face.





i feel bad for him tbh

 

[WhiskeyCocaine]

Very sad story

 

[fukmylyf]

dn

 

[Festrunk]

D

 

[crosshold]

i read, dont worry OP

 

[Aesthetic]

 

[Deleted member 2486]

@ZUZZCEL

 

[Ritalincel]

sAD SHIT, MAN.

 

[Deleted member 2527]

so basically they couldnt do his surgery because his heartrate was too high?

I thought it would be worse tbh

 

[Salludon]

Tldr?

 

[ZUZZCEL]

so basically they couldnt do his surgery because his heartrate was too high?

I thought it would be worse tbh

his heart rate was highbecause he was obese, he thought his jaw implants made him look "fat" when he was already a fatfuck.


you can deduce hes a fat slob in his post when he says he gained an additional 100lbs

 

[crosshold]

so basically they couldnt do his surgery because his heartrate was too high?

I thought it would be worse tbh

nah man its not just that, you can just tell he's so depressed in his post in general

 

[Deleted member 2527]

nah man its not just that, you can just tell he's so depressed in his post in general

surgeon could probably feel that and didnt want to operate on him and then have him commit sui tbh.

 

[Deleted member 3073]

https://www.realself.com/review/fac...-encounter-botched-kind-fat-transfer-disaster

Here comes the spiraling depression once again.

• 22 Aug 2019
• 5 years post

I can complain and write down everything that upsets and depresses me and it would be so long that it would rival the Library of Babel. But for the sake of computational power (I don't think FakeSelf can support that much memory) I will try to keep this installment of "my life is a commode" short. I was scheduled to have surgery today. I was going to remove the jaw implants that I have had in my face since 2015. The reason why I was removing them is because they have been causing me significant pain. That reason alone is enough to make me want to remove them but it's not just that. I think it makes my face look fat and aged me considerably. So I was pretty happy that the implants were finally going to be removed today. I was really happy this morning and felt the liveliest I have felt in a long time. I was looking forward to this day for a very long time. I arrived at the surgery center this morning thinking everything was going to go smoothly. They called me back pretty early, around 10:45am. The surgery was scheduled to take place at 12:30. Well I was stuck laying in a gurney that I was sliding off of for 3 hours before they finally wheeled me into the operating room. I have no idea why. But that's a given. That didn't surprise me at all. It's to be expected that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and you are going to be met with delays and obstacles every second of your life. That's why I don't have a job anymore and I'm a bum. It's less stressful. Keep your expectations low and don't get your hopes up about anything...especially in relationships. That's my advice. Anyways...they wheel me back into the operating room. I was nervous but it was a good nervous. They transferred me from the gurney to the operating table. They hooked me up to something and instantly an alarm sounded. Apparently my heart-rate was too high and they declined to operate on me right then and there as it would be "too dangerous". Honestly...I don't care if I pass away on the operating table so it's not dangerous to me but...of course they couldn't proceed with the surgery and before you know it I was out of the hospital gown and walking out of the hospital a few minutes later after having to wait 5 hours for NOTHING. I just can't believe that happened. It looks like I will be stuck with these implants for life. I'm stuck with this muzzle for life. They recommended I go to a cardiologist and have them clear me for surgery before they can reschedule. Honey, I ain't doing that. It's too much work and I'm lazy AF. It's not like I could anyways because it's impossible to have healthcare in this country. Basically health insurance is a status symbol. Long gone are the days that a car-phone is proof that you "made it" in life...it's all about health insurance now and rubbing it in the faces of the uninsured. Welcome to 2019. Too bad it ain't 1981 anymore. Anyways...I told them the only way I will go to a cardiologist is if it's completely free and they reimburse me for gas before I added that Vietnam has better healthcare than America. Honestly...the whole ordeal was just really shady. I felt like they didn't want to operate on me and they were really quick to tell me that it wasn't safe to proceed with surgery. I tried telling them it was probably just nerves but they didn't care. The doctor had his stuff packed and ready to go and was walking out the door about the same time I was. He almost looked relieved that he didn't have to do another surgery and could go home. This is horrible. I'm...not doing anything with my life anymore. I think I already made that clear before but...this is just one more thing I can complain about. It just gives me one more excuse to give up. I just can't handle disappointment well. This will probably send me into a spiraling depression that could last for months. That is until I find myself waking up one cold, depressing morning next February 100 pounds later deciding I need to go on another starvation diet. I have a lot to look forward too. I just can't believe this happened to me. Why is this happening? I'm so sick of people telling me "life has up's and down's", "everything happens for a reason", blah blah blah. Yea...for the last 20 years apparently. I didn't ask for any of this misery. I never asked to be born. If given the choice I think I would have passed up on the opportunity because this world is one big toilet. It's not that I have a bleak view of the world...I just have a realistic view. And I got cheated on and had it rubbed in my face.





i feel bad for him tbh

who tf reads this shit im too lazy to even check the first couple words

 

[Deleted member 2846]

his heart rate was highbecause he was obese, he thought his jaw implants made him look "fat" when he was already a fatfuck.


you can deduce hes a fat slob in his post when he says he gained an additional 100lbs

He legit must be dumb. Why on Earth would you get implants when you’re fat? I don’t feel bad for him if he was fat/obese and got them.

 

[toolateforme]

i can write something so much more depressing than this in a sentence.

im asian and small and ugly. im virgin even im becoming 20 in 2 months.