Then all alarms can be shut off. The earbuds can go it for all night ASMR, and there will be no worries if an occasional call to Prince Trazadone is needed. Can you say see you next week??? At least it isn’t addictive. But what about the side effects, like weird dreams? Thanks, doc! They’re already weird. Continue reading
This is a general rant/complaint/I don’t know what else. Pain sucks, and I’m certain there are hundreds of millions out there who will agree 100%. Continue reading
If you have any hint of OCD, it is highly recommended that you keep scrolling. But then again, maybe you already know about some of the little nasties many people aren’t aware of. And if you don’t have OCD, this just mite trigger it.
Raise your hand if you’ve ever had lice, or scabies, or anything else creepy and crawly on your body which requires a dip in insecticide. If you have children, you’ve most likely experienced a raging case of lice within your household at least once.
We all have mites on our bodies. There’s no avoiding it. What many folks may be unaware of is eyelash mites. And if you have a phobia about anything to do with eyes, the thought alone might rob you of a huge chunk of your sanity.
Now that I’m squirming with the heebiejeebies, I think it’s time for a nice hot shower, followed by a few shots of tequila. I swear to God my eyelids are itching right now.
First steps are like big scary demons for some people. I’m one of those people. But, I somehow managed to face the demon today, and took the first ginormous step in asking for help with my depression. You can do it, too. You deserve to be more than barely there, which is what I’ve been for the past few years. Continue reading
Not really, but my EKG said I that am – three times. My skin apparently doesn’t like the new leads they were using on me. A cramped back and 15 minutes later, the nurse went to the doctor and asked if he really needed a reading, because I’m obviously still breathing and have a pulse.
But then it was time for my blood pressure, and I had a little bit of trouble finding my happy place. I usually have Kevin with me the last few times I’ve visited cardiology. But since he couldn’t get out of work today, I was on my own.
I always have a week to mentally prepare for doctor appointments, but for some reason, I forgot, and I woke up at 3:30 with a rare non-illness related asthma attack. And then after reading Wil Wheaton’s article, I’ve been a mess all day.
Since the doctor seemed satisfied – knock on wood! – I can breathe a bit easier. But now I wait to see my PCP in August. But that’s not so bad, because I like him. He doesn’t bite or force me to do things I’m uncomfortable with. Yes, doctors need to use kid gloves with me. Otherwise I cry.