So, I had a fairly eventful weekend. Well, eventful for me. I think it was a week or two ago that my brother was planning to go to a horror convention happening in our city. And I'm a moment of pure stupidity, I asked if I could go too. He, of course, agreed and got me a ticket. Now, fast forward a bit, and I completely forgot about it.
The will leading up the con, everyone got sick. I spent the week taking care of sick people. It sucked. But by Thursday or Friday enough people were feeling better that I decided it was time for some fall baking. So, I made these awesome pumpkin cookies. They kind of turned out more like tiny cakes than cookies, but they were so good. Emphasis on 'were', because the family devoured them.
So yeah, people were feeling better, and cookies were made, and I was blissfully unaware that Saturday morning we were going to the convention. Because my dumbass forgot. I didn't sleep much, too stressed out. My anxiety doesn't like large crowds anymore. And it's been a long time since I tested how well I do. Plus, it's been around three months since I stopped taking the anti anxiety meds.
The time came, and I surprisingly did alright. No anxiety, just some irritability as the day progressed and my social batteries drained. It was an okay time. We sat through Tony Todd's Q&A panel. I'm not the biggest Candyman fan, but the dude seems really cool. He's more down to Earth than you might think, and he talked to people, he didn't just give standard answers. It was cool, I really respect him for that. No, I didn't take any pictures. I rarely do.
But the point is, I survived. My anxiety didn't go crazy. So, I'm getting better. And I'm doing better off the pills than I expected.
Unfortunately, I think the sickness finally got me. Now that everyone else is getting better, I'm finally getting sick. Wish I had someone to take care of me. But I'll live.
