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.
Disillusioned twenty something who's watched too much sex and the city, read bridget jones' diary too much, and has a shameful love of Dawson's Creek attempts to attempts to write with a disarming amount of honest about the thoughts that go through his rather disturbed head, puctuated by music and images where he can be bothered
Currently blogging my attempts to skirt the bounds of mental stability, hold down a job, generally save everyone else's world multiple times per day, and not freak out every time I have sex with someone due to my relatively recent HIV diagnosis. Simple, huh?