Now also in sneezing and congested stage of infestation, but at least less trying to turn myself inside out while coughing. Mind you, cough medicine has the most disgusting name (mucodyne, really?) and tastes like flavoured paint thinner (or how I would imagine paint thinner tastes), but it works, so I forgive them these failures. My therapist ( Read more... )

Question: anyone ever get hypoglycaemia (low blood sugar) while on their period? It's the second time it's happened to me in six months, and while I'm not unfamiliar with blood sugar crashes, these were both so extreme they made me very ill. We're talking extreme cramps, nausea, walking up and down the stairs made me have to lie down, shallow ( Read more... )

Well, honestly, I'm still not dressed and typing this while still dripping from my shower, but ( Read more... )

My brain, seriously, it's such fun! (Not.) Anxiety attacks for Christmas, because dude, of course this is an interruption of The Routine and there's people everywhere and lots of travelling, so let's go nutsIt's still at a manageable level and here's me hoping it'll stay that way because I've had two nights in a row where I woke up in the middle of ( Read more... )

I don't want this brain any more. You can have it back, it's faulty. Where do I return it?


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Up again at this uncivilised hour is one thing, fine, I shall survive this, but I woke up at one a.m. WIDE AWAKE. There I was, trying to get back to sleep. I tried everything. I really did. I remember two a.m. And three a.m. Drifting off until I was nearly under and a tiny jolt of adrenaline waking me up again. And again. and AGAIN ( Read more... )

So, I don't talk about the economy much. I mean, basically, you can't change the fact that you live during a recession, or at least a recession in part of the world, and all the doom predictions just make me weary. In the mean time, I have to get on with my life ( Read more... )

My father called me out of bed this morning to tell me that my grandmother, my only surviving grandparent, died last night. I had heard a few days ago that she was very seriously ill, and my middle sister and I were making plans to go see her this week, but it was not to be ( Read more... )

I miss you, spoons. I would very much like to have you, but you've been sucked up by a horrific period of anxiety attacks and repetitive stress injury resurgence. If y'all had noticed my absence, that was why. New job, lovely, but the incredible reaction of my brain to change means that stress is inevitable, ongoing, and exhausting. It'll shake out ( Read more... )

I haven't posted since Tuesday because not much interesting happened, but that's not actually true. I started the new job, on what is apparently the slowest week of the year, and everyone everywhere, from my new coworkers to the person who used to have this position to my old boss warned me my new boss is a control freak and I'll need to clamour to ( Read more... )