I've been trying to keep my brain super busy so it won't collapse in out itself, so I've been finishing a painting project, cleaning the kitchen, and sorting through clothes for Goodwill. It's been tough in that I'm not capable of handling mistakes well, but checking items off the To Do list has been putting scratches in the feelings of worthlessness.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Well, that's good, truly. If I attempted such projects, I would be in the pit of despair within 2 hours.
Allyson, are you still having IBS/gastrointestinal issues? I ask because about 90% of the body's serotonin is made in the gut, and if your guts are having issues, it stands to reason that it would affect your serotonin production/uptake, which fucks with your brain quite literally.
I ask because about 90% of the body's serotonin is made in the gut
What, what? I don't know if I knew that. Huh.
Yes, Steph. It was particularly awful yesterday. I had a bad experience with a doctor who told me I needed my gall bladder removed, and the surgeon said my pain wasn't connected to that, and suggested a test for ulcer bacteria.
But then my brain went haywire, and I've just been hanging by my fingertips, so I've been unable to do much to take care of my health.
Allyson,
(I've had gall bladder surgery)
Why do you need yours removed?
But then my brain went haywire, and I've just been hanging by my fingertips, so I've been unable to do much to take care of my health.
I totally understand that. Getting your brain back in order is the most important thing (and does qualify as taking care of your health, IMO).
Getting your brain back in order is the most important thing (and does qualify as taking care of your health, IMO).
Absolutely.
There were stones found in an ultrasound. The surgeon said most people have stones, and that my symptoms were not gallstone related.
Allyson, I'm just glad you are hanging on.
Rant:
My car died on the way to my haircut. On I70 at 75 mph. 2;15. Same way it did in October. I reach for my cell. It isn't there. I put it in the pocket of my fleece. Which I am not wearing because I took it off to change bras. It's in the bedroom. Not on I70. (I've gotten really good about carrying it when going more that 10 miles from home, or into the boonies.)
Luckily someone stopped. Called a tow. State Trooper stopped and waited with me until tow arrived.
I got home at 5:15. I stopped by the booze store on the walk home. It seemed the Thing to Do.
I really don't need this. Sure, I've arranged my life so I can work around this. But really? REALLY? REALLYTHEFUCKINGREALLY? Let's just break more expensive things in Sara's life.