me: MY HAIRLINE IS RECEDING OH NO OH FUCK
also me: full time student (worth noting i wrote stupid here at first without realizing), 20-30 hours in customer service every week, teaching myself 3/4 classes, teaching myself advanced algebra with a teacher (basically just a proctor) who shuts down any/all asks for help, juggling college financial woes, navigating dying relationships/people abandoning and/or attacking me bc i don't have time for things i used to anymore, none of my hobbies are making me happy when and if i have time for them,, i have no time for myself, i'm on my second all-nighter this week, i'm perpetually exhausted in a way sleep isn't fixing, my body aches because i'm so tired, and i'm barely able to stay asleep when i do get the chance bc the anxiety wakes me up
my hairline: two hops this time!
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I still can't believe I got to thank Dacre to his face for what he did with Billy. I looked him right in the eyes and thanked him for everything and told him that it means a lot. Even if he forgot about it 3 seconds later, I don't care because I actually got to thank him for something he has no idea helped me so much
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I think the stress of moving and dealing with medical bills and packing and money and everything is really getting to me and making me very emotionally volatile lately.
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I'm really torn over how to feel about a bunch of stuff. on the one hand the oral surgeon was really friendly and is the only medical professional who's ever said "so what type of EDS do you have?" because he wanted to check how it'd impact some stuff, meanwhile we usually have to explain what EDS even is. he seemed pretty familiar with it and also checked what meds we're okay with and said the reaction we had to clarithromycin recently is why it's not typically prescribed for adults anymore. all that stuff made me feel pretty confident about things going alright.
and then sedation and general anaesthetic got brought up, and medical bills got brought up, and we had a panic attack and took multiple attempts to try and ask one question because we couldn't phrase it in a way that made sense, and then we asked some other stuff and ended up panicking even more and just sitting there crying and he made a comment that I think was meant to be reassuring but mostly just made it seem like he really doesn't get what we're so freaked out about, and now our brain has gone from "I'm mostly just deeply uncomfortable with the concept of sedation" to "I absolutely do not want to be uncoscious around medical professionals at all" and I do not fucking know what to do about this.
I keep trying to distract myself. our brain keeps bringing this shit up again regardless and then I have a panic attack on the spot. I've lost track of both how many panic attacks I've had today, and how many times I've almost thrown up, but both thing happened several times in the car and then happened again while we were getting showered.
I already wasn't sure how the fuck we're going to handle this, but now I feel significantly worse about it because I've mostly just gotten confirmation that the stuff I find most distressing about the situation is not only unavoidable, but also definitely going to be worse than I'd registered until now
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Remembering that time back when I was working a few years ago when I was getting set up to do a bunch of work (laundry because laundromat) as all the other employees got ready to leave (who tf thought I needed to work evening/night shift alone every night), was counting the register, finishing up with that, when my boss just leaned over my shoulder where I was sitting and placed something in my hand.
It was a little superman pill. My first thought was vitamins. Asked her why she was giving me vitamins. She looked at me like I was the crazy one, and went "Oh no, that's ecstasy. Don't tell my husband ;) we have so many for this weekend but I thought you might like some :) if you want any other drugs, just let me know!"
Ma'am. I know you and your husband did every substance you could get your hands on, but. What the Fuck.
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