Hiya friends, welcome back. Ugh, I’m angry with myself. Here I am, having to apologize for missing a post, again. Honestly, on Thursday I just couldn’t sit at my computer for any longer than it took to finish my homework, then on Friday I was so busy, I just didn’t have the time to sit – period. I swear, I will finish these next two weeks strong.
Let’s get right into my last two days. Remember the other day, how I said I could just see Asshole sitting there, acting like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth? Yeah, I was fucking right. He came out swinging Thursday morning and was a thorn in my side all hoofin day.
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Times like this, it is really difficult to remember that Karma doesn’t need any help. She might come to me for suggestions every now and then, but she’s quite capable of doing her job on her own.
For those of you who ever find themselves in need, I always keep a spare flashlight on hand. It’s yours for the taking.
Hiya friends, welcome back. As I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to have a good day (in regards to the Asshole and Panic). I was right, too. I woke up at a perfect four, and I felt I could take on the world. This feeling happens so few and far between that when it does I fucking revel in it.
I took my happy feeling and got a ton of shit done today. This morning I got up and got a good bit of my homework done. Then I prepped …
So proud! Well, I mean, I’m always proud of her, she’s way more bad ass than she thinks, but I’m even more proud when she actually gets to enjoy her victories.
Hiya friends, welcome back. I have exciting stuff to say today (well, maybe not exciting for you, but for me, it’s hoofing massive). I went shopping. Twice. Once yesterday and once today, BY MYSELF. You probably just read that and made the wtf face at your screen, but seriously, this is a victory for me. A small one, but a victory nonetheless.
Usually, I do not leave the house without my security blanket – otherwise known as Hobbs. (He tends to act as a buffer between me and the world…actually it’s more like he keeps me anchored so I don’t drown in the anxiety or panic.) As we all know, he has been home this week because he’s sick, so he couldn’t very well go to the store with me, could he? Unfortunately, his not being able to go didn’t change the fact that we …
When a pot boils for too long, things tend to spill over… (Also, sorry these are coming all at once. I fell behind and am trying to catch up!)
Hiya friends, welcome back. Sorry that you got two posts so close together, but oh man it’s been an interesting couple of days. So, Hobbs came home sick yesterday, and he ended up staying home from work today too. I also said that, at times, my anxiety extends past me being sick and onto people I love.
Let me explain.
Basically when Hobbs gets sick, I absolutely lose it. I’m pretty sure that the way anxiety works makes no fucking sense. The thought process with this is much like the lemon thought process. For instance, take how today went. Hobbs is home sick. What if it’s worse than what I had? That’ll mess with his blood sugar, which means he could end up in the hospital. People die in hospitals. Great! Oh, …
If it’s not one thing, it’s another! The Biblio deals with the dreaded Man!Cold.
Hiya friends, welcome back. So I just realized that I completely forgot to write a post last night for today…oops. I swear, when I’m finally feeling 100%, this will get back to normal. (I also think, somehow, I got all off track and I’m now writing in real time…interesting development.)
Let’s see, today was pretty good. I actually did some housework, and finished my homework. Hobbs had to work this morning, but last night I knew that wasn’t going to last long when he looked at me and asked, “Did this *gestures in my general vicinity* start out as a scratchy throat?” In that moment, I knew I was about to have a man baby on my hands. He was home by noon, and within fifteen minutes of walking in, was camped on the couch in his sweats.
I tried thinking of what would get me out of the shower before I was ready, and came up with a very short list: HUGE spiders, a snake coming out of the drain, or the shower suddenly going ice cold on me. Even then, if I was in the middle of shaving my legs? Nope. Sorry, Spidey, wait your turn. And Mr. Scales? You can turn your ass back around and go right back where you came from. If you wanted the bath to yourself, you should’ve said something sooner. Ice cold water, I’m standing back and waiting for it to warm back up, but getting out? Not if I can help it.
The only thing that would get me out of the shower, one leg only half done, is a waterbug (or palmetto bug, for your southeast coasters). Those things have the right of way, and I have the get out my way! Ugh.
Hiya friends, welcome back. Well, I’m finally caught up with my class work for this week. It really sucks getting sick, especially when you know you have a shit ton of stuff to do. In related news, I can also report that I am on the mend. I mean, I’m still not feeling amazing, but I’m moving in the right direction at least, so that’s something, right? Oh, and it seems the anxiety and panic have decided to back off a little bit, and that, in itself, is a victory.
All around, it’s been an okay day. I’m currently hovering at a six, but honestly, I can’t really expect anything better right now. This morning was the first morning all week that I didn’t dread the thought of sitting up…so I left the bed and went and sat on the couch. Oh, the excitement. …
The Biblio is on the mend! Now Asshole and Panic just need to sit down and shut up…
Hiya friends, welcome back. Today has been a downright doozy for me, between feeling like absolute shit and dealing with Asshole and a couple panic attacks. If you don’t mind, I’m going to combine yesterday and today into one post. I think this might help me get back on track.
I’ve never been good at being sick. For as long as I can remember, I’ve cried my way through most illnesses. It didn’t really matter if it was something as simple as a cold, I could be found sobb…
I didn’t reblog the last mental health entry from the Biblio because it was just an update letting us know that she’s sick. Last night’s post, however, was an update on the sickness and the effect it can have on her, beyond the physical.
Hiya friends, welcome back. Let’s set the scene, shall we? I am currently laying on the couch, surrounded by tissues, water, cough drops, and inhalers. There is also my homework somewhere under the blankets and pillows. I’ve been alternating between sleeping, watching TV (Rizzoli & Isles, I’m a sucker for crime procedural), working on homework, and reading. To be fair, that list is only happening between bouts of coughing or sneezing.
In the last three days, I have seen two doctors, the first of which…
The ever elusive GOOD day.
Hiya friends, welcome back. I am happy to report that my anxiety/panic was nowhere to be found this morning. Which means I was finally able to get all the stuff done that didn’t while I was busy dealing with the Asshole. Let’s talk about it.
So, I woke up rather chipper this morning – it was definitely a ‘right side of the bed’ start for sure. I was basically waiting for the birds to fly through the window to help me brush my hair. I actually think I whistled as I walked down the stairs. I was at a four and loving life. On four days, things get done, people. Notes get taken to get ahead for next term, kitchens get cleaned, meals get planned and shopping lists are written. I was on a roll today. I even debated cleaning the bathrooms…granted I didn’t but honestly, no one in a good mood chooses to clean toilets.
The Biblio has some interesting mental images, I have to say. Personally, I’m a fan of the Lady in Red mention. I love that song, and it’s definitely fitting.
Hiya friends, welcome back. Holy shit, I have had a very weird day. After yesterday, I was hoping today would be a little better, and luckily, it was. The Asshole didn’t hang around all day, but he did make a few guest appearances. My friend likes to joke that the week of my period should be known as “date week” between Flo and the Asshole. Personally, I love that visual; a passive-aggressive woman sitting at the bar, drinking a cosmo and chatting up a greaseball chugging bourbon on the rocks, while Lady in Red plays on the jukebox (see what I did there?). A little humor among an otherwise shitty time.
The day after a particularly anxious time is a somewhat uncomfortable one for me. It’s almo…