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Ugh, I feel rather crappy today, which sucks a little, because I have only just started to feel better lately! I've got physio again on Friday, and I can't wait. I need to make sure I eat enough to have acupuncture treatment without getting all light-headed. I'm nervous about having the needles put in my lower back/waist where the fleshiest part is, because it hurts there and I get incredibly nauseated. Maybe I just need to bone up a little, I am a little bit of a wimp.
I have been talking to a friend of mine through email about anxiety, after he read my blogspot where I updated my followers about my health. I was being very cryptic abou my illness and I forgot that followers of my photography do not actually know what I suffer from, like my friends do. I worry I may have scared some of them into thinking I had some horrible disease, so I had to clear things up. Kind of an 'ohshit' moment dawned upon me.
I have realised I have been stupid not to come to the conclusion that I may have some mild case of anxiety disorder, before now. Talking to my friend, I realised that I have a lot of factors in my life, and alot of symptoms that make anxiety almost an inevitability. I have to deal with alot of things, including myself and my high level of self-criticism on top og it all. I live a rather stressfully busy life. Fortunately I am on a teenytiny dose of anti-depressants that help me sleep better, and I feel a little less anxious about things. The knot in my chest that I had felt since the third term of Uni has eased a little, and I'm just working on staying positive and imaginative. I am glad that I have found the source to a lot of my unexplained symptoms, that I knew in my gut were nothing to do with my Chronic Fatigue. The only issue I see is that I fear doctors I see may just want to put my ME/CFS down as a mentally-instigated illness,which will piss me off a little. My M.E came before the anxiety, and I am in tune with myself enough to know what is what!
I have just realised that I am typing this without my reading glasses (or at least my old ones whilst I wait for my new frames/prescription). I hate having to use reading glasses, as I see it as another thing I musn't forget about. Although, to be fair, my new frames are badass so I'll probably want to wear them all the time like a child likes to wear plasters on their wounds longer than they need to, because it gives them a sense of pride. I was one of those children, I admit.
I felt like a brave little soldier when half my face got scraped in the playground, and my Mum had to douse me in antiseptic daily. I didn't get to wear plasters that time,though,sadly. My teacher was really nice to me for once,though. So every cloud has a silver lining,I guess! I didn't play 'cobs and robbers' for a few weeks though, incase another hyperactive child jumped on me and made me eat concrete. Such fond memories I have of first school <3
I have been talking to a friend of mine through email about anxiety, after he read my blogspot where I updated my followers about my health. I was being very cryptic abou my illness and I forgot that followers of my photography do not actually know what I suffer from, like my friends do. I worry I may have scared some of them into thinking I had some horrible disease, so I had to clear things up. Kind of an 'ohshit' moment dawned upon me.
I have realised I have been stupid not to come to the conclusion that I may have some mild case of anxiety disorder, before now. Talking to my friend, I realised that I have a lot of factors in my life, and alot of symptoms that make anxiety almost an inevitability. I have to deal with alot of things, including myself and my high level of self-criticism on top og it all. I live a rather stressfully busy life. Fortunately I am on a teenytiny dose of anti-depressants that help me sleep better, and I feel a little less anxious about things. The knot in my chest that I had felt since the third term of Uni has eased a little, and I'm just working on staying positive and imaginative. I am glad that I have found the source to a lot of my unexplained symptoms, that I knew in my gut were nothing to do with my Chronic Fatigue. The only issue I see is that I fear doctors I see may just want to put my ME/CFS down as a mentally-instigated illness,which will piss me off a little. My M.E came before the anxiety, and I am in tune with myself enough to know what is what!
I have just realised that I am typing this without my reading glasses (or at least my old ones whilst I wait for my new frames/prescription). I hate having to use reading glasses, as I see it as another thing I musn't forget about. Although, to be fair, my new frames are badass so I'll probably want to wear them all the time like a child likes to wear plasters on their wounds longer than they need to, because it gives them a sense of pride. I was one of those children, I admit.
I felt like a brave little soldier when half my face got scraped in the playground, and my Mum had to douse me in antiseptic daily. I didn't get to wear plasters that time,though,sadly. My teacher was really nice to me for once,though. So every cloud has a silver lining,I guess! I didn't play 'cobs and robbers' for a few weeks though, incase another hyperactive child jumped on me and made me eat concrete. Such fond memories I have of first school <3