I am completely in love with my Wii fit … Even when I'm back to ticcing hard core it's still better for me to have this thing to keep me distracted … today was a pretty good day but I want to get more done in my house … my tics are back of course … but i can deal with that…
I've come to realize that in a world full to still people … if I'm not moving I feel like a poser…
Going cold turkey is never a good idea … ever … SSRI-dyscontinuation sucks … back on the pills
To never let doctors dictate my life.
To never make them let me feel crazy, inept, worthless, little or like an experiment gone wrong…
To know when the subject of being helpful becomes harmful,
To never let another doctor tell me that it is just “Stress”
To never, ever, let them tell me my history of abuse is an indication as to why I am the way i am
To not let another robot operate on me for the rest of my life
To not become a medical experiment for the rest of my life
We come from soiled pasts, but that is no reason to look at us like we are dirty. So, we will fight this with every bone in our bodies until you see how strong we really are.
Thanks Brie, ❤ spit swear sisters
Today was a total mixed bag for me … my vocal tics were so bad most of the day… but I have some great coworkers that I get to talk to and spend time with. This new store is really nice to me, I really like them a lot … but we were talking and I was schreaking and screatching and everything that I can't help and no one said a word to me about it. I really appreciated it … but the problem was that about 10:30 I started to have a really, really bad attack and I ended up in the managers office … having a really, really violent attack.
I was sitting in one of those nasty plastic chairs shreaking/screaming in these long high pitched bursts and then shaking, jerking, arms flailing, body flinging itself all over… my one arm even kept going ridgid on me … and it would get stuck in odd places and then I'd have another big part of the attack and be all over again … they'd slow down… but I'd just be pulling my hair down infront of my face. I couldn't think, I couldn't talk, all I could do is sit there and gasp as it happened …
no one minded… but they did think it was a bit funny I felt like I had to ask permission to go in the managers office to have my attack, I didn't need to do that… but no one botherd me even with teh door open.
20 minutes later it was over… I went back to work … finished up… called my mom… went home… went to walmart… got some stuff to make my house better … because even though its a shitshack we can do better… oh, and bunny and I are going to take a nap now… I need it …
Wow … like … wow … this was kinda funny but kinda not… it was just a womans work kinda day. Nothing special… well, sorta
Today ent to work and I have all these errands to run … so I go to start Darla (yes, my car has a name) and she stalls … I don't know what to do about it … so I just figure whatever… try a few more times and she gets going. I get worried… I go to the laundry place a few towns over and do my thing but when i try to leave my car starts stalling again … then again at the clothes store… then again ON THE HIGHWAY … I ended up having to get this cute guy to tie a rope to my car … or whatever it is … and drag me the few yards over to the NTB … they did everything they could but it turned out that the place I got gas at HAD WATER IN THE TANK… so they tried to check it and saw that I had like 1/3 a tank of water to gas! No wonder I kept breaking down … so 2 things of dry gas and a whole nother tank of gas
(because god knows I'm made of money like that)
but, the car is fine now … my wash is done … the shopping is done … and the womans work is almsot finsihed… time to veg out