Total Hyde
I kind of lost it this afternoon. I don't even know what I lost, but it involved a mini freakout of frightening breadth and scope. I don't pull crap like this. Ever. I don't. Especially when it's totally out of nowhere and totally uncalled for. I completely felt like a crazy person. Thankfully I'm not actually crazy and I managed to reign myself in, even though some scary part of my psyche was screaming at me to just let loose.
What. The. Hell.
I swear something is wrong with my brain. Ever since I got home I haven't been able to remember things very well. Even midsentence I'll totally be unable to think of a simple word. I physically drop something about every 45 seconds. It's difficult to explain, but my brain just isn't working as well as it usually does, or at the very least it's not working the same. I've told Mike about it twice and he keeps brushing it off. But it's actually beginning to worry me. Now, combined with the encroaching depression and today's uncharacteristic freakout... I don't like it man, I don't like it one bit.
Thankfully, and strangely, my job at the Rose keeps me sane. Even though I don't always want to go to work, once I get there I usually feel sooooo much better. I'm comfortable there, confident, it's easy but somewhat challenging at the same time, it's social and productive..
Anyway, so I pull a Mr. Hyde on Mike this afternoon, which he totally didn't deserve. Then I get home from work at midnight to find a big, gorgeous orchid on the kitchen table, and a note that reads:
You do deserve flowers more often my love.
I know it may seem like I am not attentive to you as much as you think, but I'm always thinking about you, and I try to as much as possible!
Love you! = ) xoxo
I don't even know what to say. He's such a good man.
What. The. Hell.
I swear something is wrong with my brain. Ever since I got home I haven't been able to remember things very well. Even midsentence I'll totally be unable to think of a simple word. I physically drop something about every 45 seconds. It's difficult to explain, but my brain just isn't working as well as it usually does, or at the very least it's not working the same. I've told Mike about it twice and he keeps brushing it off. But it's actually beginning to worry me. Now, combined with the encroaching depression and today's uncharacteristic freakout... I don't like it man, I don't like it one bit.
Thankfully, and strangely, my job at the Rose keeps me sane. Even though I don't always want to go to work, once I get there I usually feel sooooo much better. I'm comfortable there, confident, it's easy but somewhat challenging at the same time, it's social and productive..
Anyway, so I pull a Mr. Hyde on Mike this afternoon, which he totally didn't deserve. Then I get home from work at midnight to find a big, gorgeous orchid on the kitchen table, and a note that reads:
You do deserve flowers more often my love.
I know it may seem like I am not attentive to you as much as you think, but I'm always thinking about you, and I try to as much as possible!
Love you! = ) xoxo
I don't even know what to say. He's such a good man.