I got up about a half hour ago because, in the end, there was really nothing else to do.
This is horrible. Like living death. I can't DO anything -- I don't have the will or the direction, much less the energy or desire. I'm even choking on whether to flat Girl Genius or Hardy Boys, the smallest of decisions.
I just want to shrink away from any stimuli; I don't even want to make a pot of coffee and drink it. Crawling into a hole and pulling it in after me seldom sounded so good. Brain chemistry? Completely fucked.
I have to stay up long enough to call Dr. Simm early this afternoon. I can't work like this. I can't even think.
This is horrible. Like living death. I can't DO anything -- I don't have the will or the direction, much less the energy or desire. I'm even choking on whether to flat Girl Genius or Hardy Boys, the smallest of decisions.
I just want to shrink away from any stimuli; I don't even want to make a pot of coffee and drink it. Crawling into a hole and pulling it in after me seldom sounded so good. Brain chemistry? Completely fucked.
I have to stay up long enough to call Dr. Simm early this afternoon. I can't work like this. I can't even think.
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Oh christ.. the pill....
Simm is a cool DR. I'm sure he'll find something that'll work. Good luck to you! We're all here if you need a hug. **Tsivil and her crew and Crane and her crew all wander over for a brief group hug**
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I was glad to hear that Dr.Simm (his name makes me giggle, i always think of the game "The Sims" hehhe) got back to you so promptly. You're very lucky to have such a good doc. Birth control pills can hugely mess with your mind and body..right now they have decided to make my skin break out like i'm an adolescent again...grrrr...