Feelin A Little Spacey
The pit sponsored a blood drive today. The blood mobile parked out in the lot and everyone was "encouraged" to donate. Didn't bother me, I've donated before. I have AB- blood, which is pretty rare, so I try to give at least once a year. But I hadn't in awhile. Took a little longer than usual, my damn veins kept rolling and they had to readjust the needle about 10 times. But I did ok. No passing out. Enjoyed my juice and donut afterward and went back to work. But now I'm utterly exhausted, have a mondo headache, and my arm is so sore it's tough to hold it up to the keyboard. Yeah, I'm having a real productive afternoon. Heh. But I may have saved a life, so I can't really complain.
I'm really itching to post some exciting news, but since it's not a done deal and it may not come to fruition, I know I should keep it to myself for now. Not sure when I'll find out for sure, but hopefully it'll be by next week. As soon as all the thumbs up are given, I'll post it here. So stay tuned.
Other than that things are pretty much the same. I haven't had any problems with the meds and I've been feeling pretty good. I did have a manic attack while driving the other day, but it was the first one in weeks. Considering I had them daily before, I can still call it progress. And the attack didn't come out of nowhere, like they sometimes used to. I had a definite reason. Within a span of 5 minutes on the way home from the pit, 4 cars cut me off...and I mean CUT. Came within inches of my car. I was utterly amazed. Even I had never witnessed that much stupidity at one time. So it set me off for the rest of the day. Put me in a mood. Later I went out with my mother and daughter to get some shoes...one person pissed me off on the road and I flew into a rage. This prompted my mother to ask if I was taking my meds. I can understand why she asked, but that wasn't exactly the right time. So I exploded into a tyrade about how just because I was on meds didn't mean I was never going to get angry and how I was sick of people thinking my meds were a crutch and yada yada. Poor mom. But she's used to it after 26 years of being near me. But it was over soon. I apologized and all is well. I knew I couldn't expect to be 100% healed, so I'm not dwelling on it.
This Saturday is the GSHW meeting. Brian Keene is speaking, so I know it'll be good. He and a friend are hanging out for a little while afterwards, if anything insane happens, you'll be sure to hear about it. :)
No tests or cool words today, I'm too tired to keep typing. Until next time...
The pit sponsored a blood drive today. The blood mobile parked out in the lot and everyone was "encouraged" to donate. Didn't bother me, I've donated before. I have AB- blood, which is pretty rare, so I try to give at least once a year. But I hadn't in awhile. Took a little longer than usual, my damn veins kept rolling and they had to readjust the needle about 10 times. But I did ok. No passing out. Enjoyed my juice and donut afterward and went back to work. But now I'm utterly exhausted, have a mondo headache, and my arm is so sore it's tough to hold it up to the keyboard. Yeah, I'm having a real productive afternoon. Heh. But I may have saved a life, so I can't really complain.
I'm really itching to post some exciting news, but since it's not a done deal and it may not come to fruition, I know I should keep it to myself for now. Not sure when I'll find out for sure, but hopefully it'll be by next week. As soon as all the thumbs up are given, I'll post it here. So stay tuned.
Other than that things are pretty much the same. I haven't had any problems with the meds and I've been feeling pretty good. I did have a manic attack while driving the other day, but it was the first one in weeks. Considering I had them daily before, I can still call it progress. And the attack didn't come out of nowhere, like they sometimes used to. I had a definite reason. Within a span of 5 minutes on the way home from the pit, 4 cars cut me off...and I mean CUT. Came within inches of my car. I was utterly amazed. Even I had never witnessed that much stupidity at one time. So it set me off for the rest of the day. Put me in a mood. Later I went out with my mother and daughter to get some shoes...one person pissed me off on the road and I flew into a rage. This prompted my mother to ask if I was taking my meds. I can understand why she asked, but that wasn't exactly the right time. So I exploded into a tyrade about how just because I was on meds didn't mean I was never going to get angry and how I was sick of people thinking my meds were a crutch and yada yada. Poor mom. But she's used to it after 26 years of being near me. But it was over soon. I apologized and all is well. I knew I couldn't expect to be 100% healed, so I'm not dwelling on it.
This Saturday is the GSHW meeting. Brian Keene is speaking, so I know it'll be good. He and a friend are hanging out for a little while afterwards, if anything insane happens, you'll be sure to hear about it. :)
No tests or cool words today, I'm too tired to keep typing. Until next time...
posted by Meghan at 2:27 PM
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