I wish I had an answer for the self-hate thing myself. I can't imagine talking to my doctor about it either, because I hardly have adoctor. More like an ointment jockey who overbooks three deep and I barely get a sentence out of.(I have barely ever been to a doctor who's any good at all at talking about emotional stuff, ever, anyway)
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm back from the doctor. She raised my ADs and gave me an anti anxiety med to take at night. Also a few different stomach meds.
Glad you are getting some support for the anxiety and stomach stuff. I hope they kick in quickly.
Me too. Unfortunately, I can't start them tonight. TCG will be in late from his meeting, and then we have to be up early for the funeral tomorrow, so I don't want to take anything that may cause stomach badness or weird sleep tonight.
Well, I almost got to sleep. Then I sneezed and dislocated a rib, and when I stood up to make it easier to get it back in place, I twisted my ankle (because I hadn't put my sleep brace on my ankle, because it had been feeling mostly OK.) Ow. I guess I'm awake for a while longer. Maybe I'll catch some more Pokemon.
Oh dear, Hil. I hope you were able to get comfortable enough to sleep.
Wishes for a peaceful day, sj.
I hope today is a better day, Hil.
sj, may the medication changes help you feel better soon.
Man, I feel guilty when I'm SO READY to go home at the end of vacation. I love Tim's family, but 15 adults and 4 very loud children in one duplex for a week is A LOT OF PEOPLE. I work alone at home, no kids, just Tim at the end of the day. That's a serious jump from 2 people to 19.
And I miss my dog. Also, "leftover night" (which is a good idea to empty the fridge, don't get me wrong) is not tenable for someone who can't eat pizza/pasta/sandwiches. For some reason Tim is taken aback that I won't just smile and eat ONLY baby carrots for dinner. Hell no, son. I have a car and money and the wherewithal to obtain sushi, so you just enjoy your 3-day-old pizza.
Seriously, it's been super nice all week, so I have no real complaints; I'm just bumping up against the limits of Too Much Togetherness.
I have a car and money and the wherewithal to obtain sushi, so you just enjoy your 3-day-old pizza.
SING IT!!!
I'm expecting to be where you are this time two weeks from now after spending week in Maine with friends and their kids.
Good for you, Teppy!
It's been a long day and so hot. We're still at the sympathy dinner. I want to hide.