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May. 29th, 2008
I'm starting to feel a bit less dopey and clumsy from all the meds I took yesterday, between what my psychiatrist told me to take and what they gave me in the ER.
So I think I'll have my brain present for my game tonight (RPG played via chat, yeah, I know, I'm a geek).
Looking forward to gaming; that should be fun, and I haven't had much pure fun in the last few days.
The hallucinations yesterday were really scary. I've never heard voices before, just sounds. But there was one voice that sounded a little like my own that kept saying "It's your fault" over and over again, and then the REALLY scary voice that sounded like my dad's, saying he was going to come back and kill me for telling on him, and that he was going to rape me again and kill me like he should have done in the first place. It was really freaky. I couldn't stop crying, and I clung to Cliff and made him hold me and talk to me, just about anything, work, whatever, just so I'd hear something besides the voices.
Both my psychiatrist and the ER doctor think it was a reaction to all the stress I've been under lately, between the disability hearing being delayed and the bullshit from Nancy and her friends.
Nancy is finally supposed to be home at some point today; Duncan (the bitch friend's pissant boyfriend) has a doctor's appointment in Jacksonville and he was going to bring Nancy home while he's down here for his appointment. We shall see. Hopefully this will all be over soon.
So I think I'll have my brain present for my game tonight (RPG played via chat, yeah, I know, I'm a geek).
Looking forward to gaming; that should be fun, and I haven't had much pure fun in the last few days.
The hallucinations yesterday were really scary. I've never heard voices before, just sounds. But there was one voice that sounded a little like my own that kept saying "It's your fault" over and over again, and then the REALLY scary voice that sounded like my dad's, saying he was going to come back and kill me for telling on him, and that he was going to rape me again and kill me like he should have done in the first place. It was really freaky. I couldn't stop crying, and I clung to Cliff and made him hold me and talk to me, just about anything, work, whatever, just so I'd hear something besides the voices.
Both my psychiatrist and the ER doctor think it was a reaction to all the stress I've been under lately, between the disability hearing being delayed and the bullshit from Nancy and her friends.
Nancy is finally supposed to be home at some point today; Duncan (the bitch friend's pissant boyfriend) has a doctor's appointment in Jacksonville and he was going to bring Nancy home while he's down here for his appointment. We shall see. Hopefully this will all be over soon.
Yet more bullshit
May. 29th, 2008 09:33 pmNancy was supposed to come home today. She now says she'll be home tomorrow.
Supposedly she got sick this morning, throwing up and having diarrhea and that's the reason she didn't come home today. What-the-fuck-ever. It's all such bullshit that I've gotten to where I don't believe a word she says. She keeps lying to us and/or not doing what she says she's going to do that she's destroying whatever trust any of us ever had in her.
Supposedly she got sick this morning, throwing up and having diarrhea and that's the reason she didn't come home today. What-the-fuck-ever. It's all such bullshit that I've gotten to where I don't believe a word she says. She keeps lying to us and/or not doing what she says she's going to do that she's destroying whatever trust any of us ever had in her.
