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rachg82Yep, still sore. I could use a backrub so very much, right now. Ow.
Mom got home from the doctor, and guess what the verdict is? Stress. Um, sorry, but this is what I have to say to that: Heh. I mean, yeah, in the beginning it was an allergic reaction, thyroid issues, and also infection. But the sores and the swelling and such? According to her doctor at least, it's just stress. Meanwhile, Mom was all "Should I call an ambulance? I could be dying!" earlier. God. It just kills me, because everytime someone asked if she was blowing things out of proportion, or exaggerating any of it, she'd get so pissed at them. It doesn't mean I think it was right, the way doctors treated her. But it does mean that, again, she got mad at family members for simply asking something that ended up being correct.
It is amazing, though, the things she goes through from stress. At least we know she's okay, though.
I like how I'm all tired and worn out, just from walking to the store. I had to go up there to get hamburger buns. I'm going to try to make myself a cheeseburger. I know, I know, how daring of me!
I was nervous, walking up there and everything. It was rush-hour (although, really, every hour might as well be, these days), and the roads by my house are busy ones. So I had to like remind myself "No, Rachael, not every driver is staring at you." Heh. Freak. Then I go in the store, and feel all self-conscious, like people are thinking "What's the little girl doing here? Has she lost her Mommy?" Not to mention the other obsessive thoughts that race through my head, around others. I swear, sometimes I wish I could just turn my brain OFF. I mean, not my entire brain, just certain parts. The constant battle with the anxiety gets so exhausting.
Owl!
The wise sage of the Hundred Acre Wood (or wherever
you happen to live). You like to talk and read,
and people probably come to you looking for
advice. You always help them out.
Which Winnie the Pooh Character Are You?
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Hee. Yeah, that fits. Although, I totally relate to Piglet. But then again, also a little Eeyore, and even sometimes Pooh. When it comes to food, at least. Heh. And I so need to seriously buy the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, which I could've SWORN I owned, but can't find anywhere. Darn it all. I really want to watch it. Heh. Yes, I am a five year old, shut up.
Mom got home from the doctor, and guess what the verdict is? Stress. Um, sorry, but this is what I have to say to that: Heh. I mean, yeah, in the beginning it was an allergic reaction, thyroid issues, and also infection. But the sores and the swelling and such? According to her doctor at least, it's just stress. Meanwhile, Mom was all "Should I call an ambulance? I could be dying!" earlier. God. It just kills me, because everytime someone asked if she was blowing things out of proportion, or exaggerating any of it, she'd get so pissed at them. It doesn't mean I think it was right, the way doctors treated her. But it does mean that, again, she got mad at family members for simply asking something that ended up being correct.
It is amazing, though, the things she goes through from stress. At least we know she's okay, though.
I like how I'm all tired and worn out, just from walking to the store. I had to go up there to get hamburger buns. I'm going to try to make myself a cheeseburger. I know, I know, how daring of me!
I was nervous, walking up there and everything. It was rush-hour (although, really, every hour might as well be, these days), and the roads by my house are busy ones. So I had to like remind myself "No, Rachael, not every driver is staring at you." Heh. Freak. Then I go in the store, and feel all self-conscious, like people are thinking "What's the little girl doing here? Has she lost her Mommy?" Not to mention the other obsessive thoughts that race through my head, around others. I swear, sometimes I wish I could just turn my brain OFF. I mean, not my entire brain, just certain parts. The constant battle with the anxiety gets so exhausting.
Owl!
The wise sage of the Hundred Acre Wood (or wherever
you happen to live). You like to talk and read,
and people probably come to you looking for
advice. You always help them out.
Which Winnie the Pooh Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Hee. Yeah, that fits. Although, I totally relate to Piglet. But then again, also a little Eeyore, and even sometimes Pooh. When it comes to food, at least. Heh. And I so need to seriously buy the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, which I could've SWORN I owned, but can't find anywhere. Darn it all. I really want to watch it. Heh. Yes, I am a five year old, shut up.
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Date: 2003-04-29 05:06 am (UTC)I swear, sometimes I wish I could just turn my brain OFF.
Me too! My mind is always turning around in circles, and I just wish it would shut up.