Over-run By the Village Idiots

[hiddenmuse]

First things first - hello and welcome to divachickie! Glad you're along for the (sometimes bumpy) ride! :)

Also, Miss Dia therealsugshady, I got the CDs in the mail last night, after a hellistic day at work. They seem to work just fine, no problems. There were two that may become fancy coasters, but I think they were re-burned on other CDs, so it's all good. :)


Now, onto the other stuff ...

My stepdad had a CAT scan done on his chest, to make sure that his pneumonia was only pneumonia and not anything else. He starts chemotherapy next Monday, and before his hair has a chance to fall out, he's gotten a crew cut which actually looks good.

The Problem Children are still coming out to play, it seems. They're the ones that have eleventy billion questions/problems that they expect you to solve for them IMMEDIATELY. They're the clients that let their policies get thisclose to cancellation status, only to send the payment in and be reinstated - repeatedly. They want you to drop everything *right now* because their problem is so urgent - fuck the client that needs to get a claim turned in, or needs an ID card at the license office.

They're the ones that like I said yesterday, contribute to my insomnia; cause me to wake up in the night paranoid that I may have broken a tooth from grinding/gnashing my teeth so hard; help me keep Wyeth-Ayerst (makers of Effexor), Astra Zeneca (makers of Nexium) and the makers of Aleve in the black for a long time to come. Thankfully, they're few and far between, but it's the fact that they seem to exist to annoy the piss out of me.


And finally, I think I figured out why my depression seemed to be so severe a couple of weeks ago - when I felt like I'd been kicked and beaten down emotionally. It seemed to be at its worst because I wasn't self-medicating with food. I wasn't eating because I felt despondent and wanted to sublimate those feelings of sadness and angst, so it hit me incredibly hard - the way it probably did in the past, except I'd masked it somehow.

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[prrrn.livejournal.com]

That makes a lot of sense about your depression. It still sucks, but at least it's a sign that you're making progress with food, that you've gotten to a place where you risk having stronger emotional reactions instead of self-medicating.