I am getting sick.
That is all.
Take your meds, folks.
Category: Mental Health
Of Hot Sauce and Harried
14,009 Days Alive
1 Jackass, All-Black Cat Deciding that Outside is Where He Wants To Be Late At Night
My cat is a fucking asshole. After being practically up my butt all day, he decided to dart out the front door into the dark night.
Continue reading “Of Hot Sauce and Harried”Of Pizza and Pop
14,007 Days Alive
3 Slices of Pizza Eaten for Dinner
I’m four thousand words behind in NaNoWriMo already this year. I’m not too worried as I usually write a lot on the weekends.
Continue reading “Of Pizza and Pop”Of Samhain and Spicy Wings
14,004 Days Alive
> 2 Hours Till NaNoWriMo
1 Lovely Anniversary Dinner
0 Halloween Costumes Worn this Year
Joyous Samhain to you all! And Happy Witches’ New Year. And Happy 1st Anniversary to my Mellon!
Continue reading “Of Samhain and Spicy Wings”Prompt Answer: The Moon
How much would you pay to go to the moon?
I don’t know that I would go to the moon, if given the opportunity. I’ve got brain gremlins, mental health struggles, and am store-bought neurotransmitter/serotonin dependent as well as insulin resistant.
That makes for a miserable time between leaving Earth, landing on the moon, and then the trip back. Especially when I would have access to yeet myself out an airlock.
All in all, it would be hell… probably.
So, nothing. If I could go for free, with enough meds to get there and back, and enough yarn to crochet on the journey, I’d go.
Of Ham and Haruhi Hitlock
13,994 Days Alive
It’s been a bit since I’ve done an actual blog post.
I’ve… not been okay.
Continue reading “Of Ham and Haruhi Hitlock”Of Pork and Progress
13,984 Days Alive
1.24 Pounds of Pulled Pork Made
1 Sink of 2 Cleared of Dishes
Well, work was stressful today. No more than usual now, but still, enough that eating made me nauseous.
Continue reading “Of Pork and Progress”Prompt Answer: Life Details
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
My dudes.
Guys, gals, and outside the binary pals.
Y’all.
I have one of the worst cases of ADHD and I am on the autism spectrum. Fucking most of my life is spent grasping at mental straw while powering through in a meatsuit that was designed with Sysyphus in mind.
I am incessantly in pain. And trying to focus through brain fog and fatigue. And have the attention span of gnat on cocaine at the best of non-hyper focused times.
Genuinely, I try so hard not to be bitter. I strive to be happy, be kind, be loving, be patient. But fuck if I can all the time.
What could I pay more attention to? The insides of my eyelids. I need more rest.
That’s what I’m off to do.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Headaches and Hurting
13,974 Days Alive
2.5 Hours and Counting Sitting in Uncomfortable Emergency Room Waiting Room Chairs
1 Diet Mountain Dew
Ugh. Tonight did not go to plan. I’m helping a roommate out, giving him a lift to the ER of the hospital I work at.
Continue reading “Of Headaches and Hurting”Of Seasons and Spock Snuggles
13,974 Days Alive
13 Rows into the Main Body of J’s Wrap
1 Snuggly Kitty Baby Boy
Today is a high pain day. Like a solid seven and a half out of ten. My hips are screaming, my knees hurt, my hands hurt too much to crochet. I can knit, as it takes different hand positions and is less painful, but man does it suck to be me today.
Continue reading “Of Seasons and Spock Snuggles”Of Knees and Knitting
13,973 Days Alive
522 Rows to go in J’s Wrap
1 Haircut
My knees are absolutely screaming today, or at least my right one. I don’t know what I did, but I feel like I need to get a knee brace. It feels like the kneecap itself is trying to escape.
Continue reading “Of Knees and Knitting”Of Coraline and Caron Cakes
13,966 Days Alive
38 Days Till Halloween
1 Unfortunately Restarted Project
Happiest of holidays to all! Joyous Mabon, happy Autumnal Equinox, and if naught else, happy Saturday!
Continue reading “Of Coraline and Caron Cakes”Of Conveyor Belts and Consumption of Cheetos
13,959 Days Alive
277.5 Miles Travelled Today
88 Damage on a Crit Roll
3 Sesame Balls Eaten
1 Grand Adventure with my Darling Mellon
Date day, this morning, kicked off about an hour after it was supposed to. We both slept in till almost eight. We were trying to be on the road sometime after seven thirty.
Continue reading “Of Conveyor Belts and Consumption of Cheetos”
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