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I had my second cup of coffee in two weeks today. It was work coffee and kind of the dregs of the pot (but that is the only way to get anything that is strong enough to even call itself coffee around here - seriously, this office is full of a bunch of coffee wimps) and it was wonderful. It was the best thing ever. Two sips and then the heavens opened and angels sang and I could have cried and had 8 more cups but I didn't. This is me kinda still avoiding the coffee but also experimenting with moderation. Avoid in moderation. This could work.
I'm also avoiding the Ibuprofen but without moderation. I am avoiding it by running whenever I see it. The duck and hide avoid that I haven't had to employ since I lived on campus and had a meal card and a stalker that everyone thought was really hilarious until he turned his creepy-ass intentions toward one of the little teeny twins on my dorm floor. Oh, then he was dangerous. But when it was just "Lookit that nutzo follow Liz to class! Quick get the camera!" it was allll fun and games.
Sigh. My life is hard. Ibuprofen is a creepy dude that keeps proposing to me and talking about the children I will bear him. Also? Apparently, I have stocked Ibuprofen in every single nook and cranny in my home and this desk. There is a bottle in my car and a bottle in my bedroom dresser and a bottle in my kitchen and one on my purse and two in my desk that I have found so far. No freaking wonder I gave myself an ulcer. Also? Before I began my avoiding without moderation of the Advil, I was actually experimenting with moderation or at least that is what I told myself. Obviously, I had no real idea of how much I was relying on it for just about everything, but two weeks and one period later and I am neither dead from cramps and my hands have not seized up once and refused to type. I'm also not knitting but you know, I'll just vid instead.
So, other than a really nasty anxiety attack that happened this morning - I'm doing much better. I'm paranoid like a mo-fo, but I just will be until some things happen here that have to happen. Hopefully that will be soon.
But there was an adrenaline dump and that has kinda rendered me useless for a bit. So I've been thinking about Rodney cause that is what I do: I get freaked out and nervous and then to relax I fixate on whatever pretend character is fascinating me lately. I'd do it with real people but there is absolutely nothing at all relaxing about real people. But fake people? Hell yeah - bring it on.
Of late I'd just type these thoughts up and email them to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
renenet who will also help in the fixation and then there will be research (there is ALWAYS research. This is something else that is amazingly soothing) but since I haven't been posting much at all other than huge whining posts about how terrible I have it and wah wah wah, I guess I'll eat some worms, I thought I'd just stick it here.
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I'm also avoiding the Ibuprofen but without moderation. I am avoiding it by running whenever I see it. The duck and hide avoid that I haven't had to employ since I lived on campus and had a meal card and a stalker that everyone thought was really hilarious until he turned his creepy-ass intentions toward one of the little teeny twins on my dorm floor. Oh, then he was dangerous. But when it was just "Lookit that nutzo follow Liz to class! Quick get the camera!" it was allll fun and games.
Sigh. My life is hard. Ibuprofen is a creepy dude that keeps proposing to me and talking about the children I will bear him. Also? Apparently, I have stocked Ibuprofen in every single nook and cranny in my home and this desk. There is a bottle in my car and a bottle in my bedroom dresser and a bottle in my kitchen and one on my purse and two in my desk that I have found so far. No freaking wonder I gave myself an ulcer. Also? Before I began my avoiding without moderation of the Advil, I was actually experimenting with moderation or at least that is what I told myself. Obviously, I had no real idea of how much I was relying on it for just about everything, but two weeks and one period later and I am neither dead from cramps and my hands have not seized up once and refused to type. I'm also not knitting but you know, I'll just vid instead.
So, other than a really nasty anxiety attack that happened this morning - I'm doing much better. I'm paranoid like a mo-fo, but I just will be until some things happen here that have to happen. Hopefully that will be soon.
But there was an adrenaline dump and that has kinda rendered me useless for a bit. So I've been thinking about Rodney cause that is what I do: I get freaked out and nervous and then to relax I fixate on whatever pretend character is fascinating me lately. I'd do it with real people but there is absolutely nothing at all relaxing about real people. But fake people? Hell yeah - bring it on.
Of late I'd just type these thoughts up and email them to
renenet who will also help in the fixation and then there will be research (there is ALWAYS research. This is something else that is amazingly soothing) but since I haven't been posting much at all other than huge whining posts about how terrible I have it and wah wah wah, I guess I'll eat some worms, I thought I'd just stick it here. ( Read more... )
