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Ain't It Funny
Apr. 1st, 2003 09:29 pmMy friend Sharon ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bnakeded is trying to get me back into writing stories ... even threatening to light fires under my ass. If only it were that easy ... I'd be setting light to my own ass & writing a little more often.
Instead, I'm still toughing out depression and PMS. Things come back gradually. The fact that I'm getting out of bed in the morning, still taking my meds and going into my 3d week of sobriety (caffeine) are good starts.
The past 2 nights, I haven't had those über-bizarre dreams (knock on particle board). My appetite is acheiving a degree of normalcy (for someone else - not me), and I've managed to get 2 stars yesterday and today for tempering that desire to overdo my eating.
But, something happened at work yesterday that really drove me bonkers ... and I didn't get a chance to write about it, because I had my OA meeting and post-meeting Starbucks. By the time I got home last night, I still had some running to do. Anyways ... with work, I sometimes wonder if the producers operate under the MO (Modus Operandi, not Missouri) of "Open Mouth, Insert Foot ... Let the CSRs take the blame". Swear to God and everyone else.
( bit of Insurancese begins here... )
You know, I'm doing my best to find better coping mechanisms, and to be more open about how I'm feeling, instead of just putting on that competition smile and trying to pretend that everything's fine while my world crumbles beneath me. Unfortunately (?), you lucky people get to be witness to me battling with internal demons as they come around.
Anyways ... could someone please remind me to not develop stomach problems in the next lifetime? I had to get my Prevacid refilled - unfortunately, I'd been taking it intermittently because I kept misplacing the damn bottle - and apparently my insurance company has decided that it's a "non-preferred" drug. $25 friggin dollars!! Dammit. I just hope that I don't have to get anything else filled before the 15th, cos I need to make sure that I have some money to pay off the psychiatrist so I can get back in for an appointment, and get my Effexor refilled. ( brackish baby )
And with that ... I should be heading in soon. I'm getting tired, and you know, I think I might have some ice cream before bed. :)
bnakeded is trying to get me back into writing stories ... even threatening to light fires under my ass. If only it were that easy ... I'd be setting light to my own ass & writing a little more often. Instead, I'm still toughing out depression and PMS. Things come back gradually. The fact that I'm getting out of bed in the morning, still taking my meds and going into my 3d week of sobriety (caffeine) are good starts.
The past 2 nights, I haven't had those über-bizarre dreams (knock on particle board). My appetite is acheiving a degree of normalcy (for someone else - not me), and I've managed to get 2 stars yesterday and today for tempering that desire to overdo my eating.
But, something happened at work yesterday that really drove me bonkers ... and I didn't get a chance to write about it, because I had my OA meeting and post-meeting Starbucks. By the time I got home last night, I still had some running to do. Anyways ... with work, I sometimes wonder if the producers operate under the MO (Modus Operandi, not Missouri) of "Open Mouth, Insert Foot ... Let the CSRs take the blame". Swear to God and everyone else.
( bit of Insurancese begins here... )
You know, I'm doing my best to find better coping mechanisms, and to be more open about how I'm feeling, instead of just putting on that competition smile and trying to pretend that everything's fine while my world crumbles beneath me. Unfortunately (?), you lucky people get to be witness to me battling with internal demons as they come around.
Anyways ... could someone please remind me to not develop stomach problems in the next lifetime? I had to get my Prevacid refilled - unfortunately, I'd been taking it intermittently because I kept misplacing the damn bottle - and apparently my insurance company has decided that it's a "non-preferred" drug. $25 friggin dollars!! Dammit. I just hope that I don't have to get anything else filled before the 15th, cos I need to make sure that I have some money to pay off the psychiatrist so I can get back in for an appointment, and get my Effexor refilled. ( brackish baby )
And with that ... I should be heading in soon. I'm getting tired, and you know, I think I might have some ice cream before bed. :)
