For some reason, as a journalist, I’m always finding insiders. I have no idea why this is, aside from how in college, the guy who hooked up my Internet said there really were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. They had to go in and destroy them was what he told me actually happened. This has haunted me since then because I was like, wow, if I had been able to have my media company back then I would have run a story but right now that is the business plan I’m working on, a journalism nonprofit website that runs stories. It stands to reason I’m going to be able to have more insiders come my way eventually. They find me somehow, while they also know they can trust me.
Hypothyroid is all about having a low-functioning thyroid. From what I read on Facebook, other people have it much worse than I do since my TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone), was at 10 or something when I was diagnosed in junior college, at age 20. It had evaded diagnosis from age 15 to age 20, even with monster menstrual cramps, monster periods, and monster fatigue. Fatigue is a huge symptom of low-functioning thyroid. I was using coffee until the year 2010 to stay awake. In 2010, I decided to quit coffee altogether along with black tea or green tea since it triggers me into mania. Now that I get enough sleep in the present, I hardly need substances to get through my day.
The two party system is collapsing amid arrogance, in-fighting, and people deliberately stalling the passing of new stimulus packages for those who are out of work. This system is no longer working, period. It is time to let people be the judge of character they need to be, since the system should focus more on that than voting along party lines. Currently, you vote with your party, not your conscience. If the party has one particular candidate they endorse, you vote for them? Wow, and 45 has messed up even worse by going to places without a mask. Seriously? He has failed to be appropriate many times. I’m not even voting for Biden. At this point, I have no idea who to vote for.
Thrombocytopenia is the last piece of the 22q puzzle. My blood platelets or the immune system factors that help my body fight illness, were consistently low. You see, this planet is saturated in viruses that the majority of us don’t see. Unless you have germ cam, like some of us. My entire life, I’d get random nosebleeds out of nowhere, and occasional bleeding gums when I brush my teeth or floss. I’d have immensely heavy periods at 20, with breakthrough bleeding as is happening right now. I do feel weak sometimes but not all the time, not if I get enough sleep, since I more or less did two nights ago, by waking up only twice.
I need to look into the thrombocytopenia in more detail, seeing as this is something I have. The cause of my low blood platelets is directly related to 22q or Velocardiofacial syndrome. My case is easily left without doing too much to raise my blood count save maybe to eat foods that do that like spinach and eggs. My situation is not that bad, and this blog really does serve as a page that can go more into detail than Facebook. I’m lucky I’m stable in the present and doing well.
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Those who do stigmatize the mentally ill, actually feel that they can kick the mentally ill around while they are depressed. They kick people while they are down, making them even more depressed. If someone is on medication, they are less likely to get depressed only because the medication kicks in, to make them feel better. Depression is a fact of life, but it does not mean to run yours. There is nothing wrong with taking medication in any form from antidepressants to mood stabilizers/antipsychotics. Its better than going on crying jags, getting manic and abusive towards others who didn’t do anything wrong, or just plain losing it. Mania is bad for you, plain and simple. It just is, and no amount of convincing others will make it otherwise.
This test is kicking my ass into asking for support. Yes, the Never Needy Iria is asking for help. I don’t want to appear to be asking for pity to the outside. But then again that’s leftover high school trauma I don’t want to get into just yet. My Ph test involves kicking heartburn medication for a week, and then going to the doctor to get a tube shoved up my nose. This tube will sit there for a day, measuring acid reflux. It is necessary to prove I need surgery, and I think I do. Of course needing surgery is frightening what with my new found low blood platelets autoimmune disorder, of thrombocytopenia. It is scary, and it means I could bleed in surgery. Yes, scary. I’ve had palate surgery once before to fix my voice, it was terrifying for n 8 year old who didn’t have diabetes. I’m trying not to scare myself for hernia surgery.
Every time I make diabetes progress, my set fails. Gee, hmm…I’ve attributed this to psychic family members who do not want me to win. But anyway, I am trying to mix and match shots and infusion. In fact, I’m going to do a bit of both with only the long acting insulin. I’m on Admelog because of a pharmacy mistake? Okay, although I must say my insulin works. I’m doing a great job keeping it contained. I’m trying my darndest at any rate. I’m trying so hard and seriously contemplating going back on shots. Or at least partially back on shots, which is a consideration at this time.
This anger is stuck in my body, often. It triggers my acid reflux often enough. My family doesn’t care about what my parents do to me, which is why they don’t get the Nostradamus quatrains I leave on my Facebook page. I am this close to dumping my family, actually, it is close. It is something I would like to do. Don’t accept me? Don’t care? Act like you want to stay distant? Honies, I ain’t going to Spain any time soon. I stay the hell away from people who endanger my health. I do not want to deal with negativity of any kind right now anyway, I’m not going to Spain right now if you paid me. I’m staying put. Not even if I get a free trip to “let’s sabotage my health” city.
iriavp 