if I don't inadventantly off myself before I get a chance, I will be able to write the most deleriously entertaining memoir ever. in the world.
it's the end of the month. stress is high at work. I'm managing to add unwarranted paranoia to it, which is exactly what I need right now.
I'm sorry. sarcasm is bad.
I also found out the hard way that when a manufacturer of certain delicious candies labels their product, "MAY CONTAIN ALMONDS" in bold lettering, they mean it. unfortunately, every other package of peanut butter M&M's I've eaten has NOT had that warning.
apparently I have to become the OCD person who reads every single food label.
so now my dad and my boyfriend know how to use my epi pen.
on the plus side, things did not get bad enough for us to actually have to use it, but even now-- what-- six hours later, my chest is still tight.
GOOD NEWS, EVERYBODY!
I have an appointment with my doctor to go over the neuro- psycho- voodoo- evaluation. it's next week wednesday.
my parents are coming. at first I didn't want them to be there, but then I realized I probably will have trouble remembering everything my doctor tells me. I also want them to be there so that they stop fucking invalidating me. whatever my doctor has to say, she has to say it to them, too.
I'm really not trying to be in such a terrible mood. I promise. I'm honestly quite sick of myself. I feel like I'm living in Murphey's Law Land.
HOWEVER, the only reading I've ever had from a psychic I believe had any idea what she was doing told me that what I believe to be true I make true, so I'm terrified to believe too strongly in the Murphey's Law Land situation.
since the sim city excitement, I've been having fun with my country.
(break)
okay, apparently I passed out while typing that. whew. I feel pretty thoroughly terrible. oh yeah. goddamn killer m&m's.
it's the end of the month. stress is high at work. I'm managing to add unwarranted paranoia to it, which is exactly what I need right now.
I'm sorry. sarcasm is bad.
I also found out the hard way that when a manufacturer of certain delicious candies labels their product, "MAY CONTAIN ALMONDS" in bold lettering, they mean it. unfortunately, every other package of peanut butter M&M's I've eaten has NOT had that warning.
apparently I have to become the OCD person who reads every single food label.
so now my dad and my boyfriend know how to use my epi pen.
on the plus side, things did not get bad enough for us to actually have to use it, but even now-- what-- six hours later, my chest is still tight.
GOOD NEWS, EVERYBODY!
I have an appointment with my doctor to go over the neuro- psycho- voodoo- evaluation. it's next week wednesday.
my parents are coming. at first I didn't want them to be there, but then I realized I probably will have trouble remembering everything my doctor tells me. I also want them to be there so that they stop fucking invalidating me. whatever my doctor has to say, she has to say it to them, too.
I'm really not trying to be in such a terrible mood. I promise. I'm honestly quite sick of myself. I feel like I'm living in Murphey's Law Land.
HOWEVER, the only reading I've ever had from a psychic I believe had any idea what she was doing told me that what I believe to be true I make true, so I'm terrified to believe too strongly in the Murphey's Law Land situation.
since the sim city excitement, I've been having fun with my country.
(break)
okay, apparently I passed out while typing that. whew. I feel pretty thoroughly terrible. oh yeah. goddamn killer m&m's.