I wish I could backdate in this… I own this thing but it won’t let me…so i have more to say that I couldn’t in my opening.
I work at a Dunkin Donuts and yesterday at work i was having a bad dystonia day and i was trying to keep it to myself. My manager was sick and throwing up and I was trying to do everything myself for the first hour. But as the day went on my hand was starting to shake like it always does when my medication was late. The sharp knife fell and sliced my finger open.
they made me stay for 3 hours and not take my pills because of my bleeding (whatever) I had to eventually go to the hospital and try to get stiches but i knew i’d never be able to hold still long enough for them to put in.
I live with a woman named Janet… She’s my “mother” She came to the hospital with me and yelled at me telling me that i am abusive and cruel to her because I didn’t want her to tell me not to look and i didn’t want her to doubt my desisions of what I wanted.
She told me that I am a waste of space, Impossiable and rediculous. She told me I’m faking my problems and stormed out… I got steri-strips instead of stiches because i knew i wouldn’t be able to deal with the stiches and hold my body still long enough to get it.
I hate having dystonia… if my arms wouldn’t shake and get so rigid i would have been able to do it…