As a former caffeine junkie, I tell my current set of friends who have this condition that it can be beaten. Yes, it can- and someone with autoimmune thrombocytopenia should not be exciting myself with caffeine as much as I used to. Last night I had trouble sleeping but this morning I somehow went back to sleep on my couch and in my bed. Yes, I should not have touched alcohol in my 20s, but my family was treating me so well, I kept going for like 10 years, which disrupted my ability to go to school. But anyway who am I to say that school is a healthier activity than drinking? That goes against family standards. Caffeine addiction was something else they had me into. I quit caffeine like coffee in 2010, but didn’t realize that chocolate is just as bad although it is tolerable for me. So yes, be wary of those who ply your addictions, even if you want to quit since some people will manipulate you into continuing.
Gee, mom, being nosy is bratty. Why am I correcting an adult? Oh right, because I’m parentified. Okay, one should learn to mind their own business. I value this because I do not pester my friends who want to keep stuff to themselves. I’m going to get better with age, while busybodies annoy the crap out of people. Don’t pry into personal business, if a neighbor didn’t want to tell you they were pregnant, don’t bother trying to get in their face in order to notice. That is an unproductive use of your time. Quit doing that, and grow up, some people value their privacy.
Okay, for those of you on the web who do not know this, and for Bay Area old-timers who do not know this, or at least those who knew about my type 1 diabetes hospitalization, fine… I will tell you. I’ve almost died of type 1-diabetes from diabetic coma. You old timers know about this but you’ve been brainwashed as to what happened. I went to Girl Scout camp with pre-diabetes symptoms that were not treated with insulin. I had long thought that people in the Bay think of me as the kid who almost died of diabetes. At the very least that is a pity party I do not want to have. So yeah, that is why I’m eventually going to move to Southern California, I really don’t want to deal with other people’s stigma, which is why I’m looking for a remote job in Southern. I am convinced that the Bay Area feels sorry for me.
I’m slated to get my stimulus check by mail this Friday or at the very least it will be here by Monday. I’m going to need someone to deposit it. But that will eventually happen. I’m not sure if I feel better or worse that I have managed to secure the actual date the stimulus check will be mailed. I’m nervous about who can deposit the check because I’ve determined that this virus will mean I do not leave the house for the next month either. I’m not going anywhere, except the mailbox and my front yard. I’m wondering who can deposit my check at the credit union, since it has to be someone I trust.
If you are mentally ill and try to deal with it without taking medication, you are not doing yourself a favor. In childhood, I was not allowed to take medication in high school even though I knew I needed it. I wish I had tried harder to get out of that double-bind, manipulative trap I was in, and I’m sorry to my high school friends for not trying hard enough to actually make something of myself. I had to work double the pace of my classmates only because I was having immense difficulty with keeping up with my schoolwork. Now I feel as if I’m not struggling as bad, since I never had autism or ADD, also known as being somewhere on the autism spectrum, since a psychological test confirmed I was not.
I can’t just live in denial about the fact that my PK energy can blow stuff up. I cannot lapse taking care of my mental health. I just can’t, only because I feel that I need to take my medication consistently. Denial is not healthy, at all, but my family engages in it on a regular basis, it’s why I’m not often around them, why I’m glad they live in Spain. I never see anybody reading my blog on top of that since the Spain drawing is never lit up on WordPress. I can’t indulge myself in denial. I think being in denial is cowardly and wicked, anyway, only because it does not confront reality at all and by now I have to confront the fact that my abilities are real.
Why are you protesting stay at home orders? Would you rather be rounded up and deliberately exposed to the virus which was the inhuman alternative plan? How is that sane or logical? Staying home is the humane way of doing things. You have to stay home in order to make sure that you do not infect people if you don’t have symptoms but have the virus. The virus is a tricky bastard for messing with people that way. If you don’t have symptoms you can still infect people. This is why they’ve recommended us chronically ill sorts stay inside.
The ex had a family of enablers who allowed for his dysfunctional drunkenness at parties, weddings, or plain old New Year’s Day. I’m glad I dumped him because I needed to, and that’s the bottom line. The night I dumped him, he cried but got out of this house quickly. I severed all ties and any friendship he thought we could have after I dumped him. I’ve spent the last soon to be four years, avoiding him. And why? Because-I wanted to make a clean break. Again, why? Because he was trash talking my work, like it didn’t mean anything, when in fact, business counseling I’ve had reveals otherwise. So I dumped him. I don’t want a boyfriend right now, period. I don’t want to get married either. This can happen after I get all my degrees.
iriavp 