Dammit.
Despite the fact that I can find no symptoms to suggest I have a brain tumor (okay, yes, migraines and an intention tremor, but they don't correlate and aren't that integral to any brain dysfunction diagnosis anyway) I continue to hold the vague conviction that I must have one. It's the migraine's that really set me off -- they're new in the past six months or so, and I'm not having tension headaches as much. I don't like the exchange. Tension headaches at least respond to one pain killer or another.
Another appealing thing about this hypochondriac delusion is that I could blame being crazy on a brain tumor. That would be nice. That would be overwhelmingly, absurdly soothing. Fuck but I hate being this fucked up person.
A more reasonable conclusion I've reached lately is that I'm never going to be employed in any kind of classical full-time position. I can't function full-time because I burn out too quickly and need more than an evening to recoup the energy. This is not helpful in any endeavor to earn money enough to be self-supporting.
Another appealing thing about this hypochondriac delusion is that I could blame being crazy on a brain tumor. That would be nice. That would be overwhelmingly, absurdly soothing. Fuck but I hate being this fucked up person.
A more reasonable conclusion I've reached lately is that I'm never going to be employed in any kind of classical full-time position. I can't function full-time because I burn out too quickly and need more than an evening to recoup the energy. This is not helpful in any endeavor to earn money enough to be self-supporting.