No longer as truthful as should be deserved, some names, places and events deliberately vague to protect identities that aren't mine

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

If I told you this was killing me, would you stop?

To say it's been a bad 72 hours would be an understatement.

I've had a panic attack where I couldn't move, one of my best friends had to leave again, I'm skirting the bounds of mental instability and having periodic convulsions as a result, I can't recognise the people I live with, my dad just got admitted to hospital for a mini-stroke, problems with registering with a new doctor means I wont get any of the numerous medications I'm in increasingly dire need of for at least a week, I start work again tomorrow, which is good, but means more stress, and in a short while my boss goes on holiday for an extended period of time so I'll be covering her job as well.

There's other stuff that's going on as well that I can't put down.  And all this in just 72 hours.  Can someone find the remote control for life and press pause?  Very quickly.  Because that skirting the bounds of mental instability thing?  That's not an exagerration at the moment; several people have seen the evidence to back me up on this, and what's going on is making it increasingly hard to stay on the right side of the line.  And I know I'm not the only person that's in this position.  I don't mind the bad stuff happening, it's okay, I'll deal with it, I just need it to spread itself out a bit more.

I'll write more about the mental issues I'm having shortly, I just wanted to get the above into type.