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I can at least appreciate the wisdom in David not wanting to make me move around anymore.
The first time we moved, I went insane, bitched at all my friends, almost got arrested at a concert then bitched out the staff, showed my ass (acted up, not mooned someone) when David was getting a tattoo and I wanted to talk to an artist about mine but she didn't understand what I wanted, and forgot large chunks of time entirely. For instance, the last photo I have with my Grandma Nickie, I do not remember whatsoever.
So far, I started getting some panic attacks the weekend of the Mai Markt and started to have a fit at work, but left before I got too bad and took some Ativan. This week, I had a random migraine, then yesterday had another panic attack and have to leave work to take Ativan. Luckily, I was not officially working either time, just hanging out with people I like working on my own projects at the store. I am spastic, easily agitated, and I am sure I am going to make this upcoming vacation hell for everyone involved. God I hope not. I am supposed to go work on a quilt for Irene right now and honestly, I am getting sick just thinking of getting dressed.
Here's the paradox - I have so much shit to do, it's making me feel overwhelmed. But the more overwhelmed I feel, the more upset I get. The more upset I get, the less I can actually get done. The more I realise I am getting less done, the more I freak out. And on it goes.
Our tickets are allegedly for the 29th of June. Could someone please send an android replicant to do all of my projects and handle my responsibilities until that date? Thanks.
The first time we moved, I went insane, bitched at all my friends, almost got arrested at a concert then bitched out the staff, showed my ass (acted up, not mooned someone) when David was getting a tattoo and I wanted to talk to an artist about mine but she didn't understand what I wanted, and forgot large chunks of time entirely. For instance, the last photo I have with my Grandma Nickie, I do not remember whatsoever.
So far, I started getting some panic attacks the weekend of the Mai Markt and started to have a fit at work, but left before I got too bad and took some Ativan. This week, I had a random migraine, then yesterday had another panic attack and have to leave work to take Ativan. Luckily, I was not officially working either time, just hanging out with people I like working on my own projects at the store. I am spastic, easily agitated, and I am sure I am going to make this upcoming vacation hell for everyone involved. God I hope not. I am supposed to go work on a quilt for Irene right now and honestly, I am getting sick just thinking of getting dressed.
Here's the paradox - I have so much shit to do, it's making me feel overwhelmed. But the more overwhelmed I feel, the more upset I get. The more upset I get, the less I can actually get done. The more I realise I am getting less done, the more I freak out. And on it goes.
Our tickets are allegedly for the 29th of June. Could someone please send an android replicant to do all of my projects and handle my responsibilities until that date? Thanks.