This, dear people of LFAD, is called 'feeding the troll'. Right now I don't care.

Saturday, it was promised today we'd have a tea party (i.e. get on webcam, drink tea, have snacks, etc) which we haven't done since I think some time in June. In other words we were way overdue for one. Like I usually am, I was up at 8 and got my room ready (it's a bit messy but I clean it when we go on cam) and got showered, made my hair nice, got dressed, and ate breakfast to wait for him. Usually he comes on noon my time, 1 pm his and we set up and go.

As each hour passed with no word I was becoming a little worried and was expressing it in the "What's on your mind" thread. I had figured he accidentally slept in on this day off and really I don't blame him. Well two trolls got hold of me today, one made me angry at another, innocent, user because they were harassing me via the rep system about thinking I was a moderator and dictating what couldn't be discussed. The second, though, was in reply to one of my comments about Hattie and the gist of it was "wow, he's sleeping when you scheduled a tea party? What a winner."

It upset me so badly, I was seeing red and still am. Michelle handled it and I did apologize to that user, but this is still eating away at me and I know the troll is guffawing gleefully that they burned me that badly. I am what my SO calls his "sword" in that, should someone hurt him or dishonor his person, I fight to rectify the situation. I wanted to shed blood for that comment. Nobody but us two know how hard he works. And honest to God I'd rather he spend the day resting and recouping than entertaining me. Yeah I would've liked to have seen his face, heard his voice, but that's peanuts. I take what I can get and if I couldn't get that tea party today, there are other days to have one.

That aside, my leg's doing horribly. I've been stuck in the house for days because walking's just impossible without pain and those crutches are a pain in my ass. No idea how people can use those. I see an orthopedic doctor tomorrow for my leg and depending on what he says, how long the healing process will take, if I need surgery (my mom's adamant I'll need it), and physical therapy, I may have to step down from my job. Which, I'm on the fence about because my manager's been an absolute doll about everything but if I can't be on my feet, I can't.

Sorry to unload more negative vibes. I seem chocked full of them.