While at my old doctor’s office a while back, I was asked to describe my flashbacks. It’s hard for me to talk about, and her judgmental attitude just made it harder. The thing is, I don’t have Hollywood’s idea of flashbacks. My flashbacks aren’t guts-n-glory. I don’t have flashbacks of dragging a friend from the
I’m taking a few days off from, well, everything. I totally look like a chipmunk, I’m seeing spots, and I’m nauseated. Also, sadly, I can’t drink fizzy things, or use a straw at all, which makes drinking a bitch. In the end, the dentist removed two of the teeth like they were held in by
I have a toothache, and I’ve still been chewing my tongue in my sleep, so I sound like a little kid. I’m slurring my words, and my tongue keeps getting stuck on my teeth. The insides of my cheeks have been bleeding off and on, but chewing gum has helped a lot. Also, I had
As you can see from my last post, I had a bit of a stressful weekend. It was totally worth it, but now I have to deal with the fall out. The physical and emotional symptoms will continue for a few days yet, and having to deal with them is a challenge. Let’s start with
As many of you know, I went camping this weekend. What many of you won’t have known, is that I RAN the camping event this weekend. It was an SCA event, and I was the event steward. It was a stressful, but rewarding experience. The best part was seeing the people who deserved recognition getting
Random text conversation with Jenny: Me: “We may have to buy a new toilet. I think this one has stopped breathing, and CPR is NOT an option.” Jenny: “Nice visual.” Me: “Ick.” Jenny: “Plungers are good at toilet CPR.” Me: “Hahaha! Mouth to mouth, eh?” Me: “I made myself throw up a little. Let’s stop
I have a couple of odd memories to share with you, and an odd habit I’ve formed. Enjoy: The first memory had to do with a schoolmate named something I don’t care to share. Anyway, he was distinctive in that he would lick his lips and the area around his lips obsessively. He had huge,
Minutes after I wrote my last post, about not dealing well with other people’s emotions, a close acquaintance of mine, and sometime commenter, Also Living With Anxiety (ALWA), contacted me. No biggie, right? But I was very surprised at the contact method. Normally, we just email, or comment back and forth on Facebook. He, his
So, I have to admit something. I am terrible at being in the same place with emotional people who cannot be consoled. Specifically, I have a hard time when their problem is something I don’t know what to do about. Most of the time, I just stand there, and wait for them to calm down
