And I will happily be your tea elf if you will fold my laundry and put it away!
I'd be happy to! Also, could you call my therapist and tell her I'm not coming back?
'Selfless'
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And I will happily be your tea elf if you will fold my laundry and put it away!
I'd be happy to! Also, could you call my therapist and tell her I'm not coming back?
Seriously? Yes. I have NO problem doing that.
Steroids (last time I was on it) I don't think did anything with my emotions, but I was up at all hours of the day and night CLEANING my house.
On second thought, maybe I need some steroids...
Seriously? Yes. I have NO problem doing that.
No. I really should do it myself, but I'm once again avoiding confrontation at all costs.
The roids are not making me want to clean, sadly.
And yeah, sj, you should do it yourself. Suggestion? Write a script out beforehand. And if she gets pushy, pull a Bartleby the Scrivener: "I prefer not to." And remember, you can ALWAYS hang up.
Can you email her?
She can't grab you through the phone. But I have to admit, over time, I've developed a real comfort level with not being liked by certain people. (Who needs the esteem of a therapist that sucks? I guess she could mess with your head, but apparently not sufficiently, right?)
erikaj for the win
Strix, even walking for a block or two, then sitting outside for a while can help. At least, it helps me -- your mental makeup may vary.
I think watching Ari Gold push people around for years changed me. Although I have never threatened anyone close to me with internment. Although life is long, I suppose. Seriously, though, don't engage. Just "broken-record it" like you are delivering a message about the time. You're done, that's it. If she needed to switch health plans, and dump you, she wouldn't feel that badly about it.
Prednisone. Ugh. The five days I spent on 'roids have given me a great deal of sympathy for those who have to deal with them frequently (and bewilerment for those who choose to).
I had a new violent symptom each day. The prior one(s) would eventually fade out, but they could pop up at any time. IIRC, it went starving, horny, itchy, ragey, and sobby. Worst. Dwarves. Ever.