JESS! THE HOSPITAL SCRUBS ARE NOT COMPLEMENTARY! AND DROP THE BABY SOAP!!
Arson's funny though. He goes around talking about what's for breakfast, because he knows that nothing gets an empty stomach more focused on reality then what's for breakfast.
So very little actual substance that there's no point in paying attention to them. Maybe the world has better things to do then screw with my mind. Maybe people should judge for themselves, free from the influence of rumors.
Can we charge him with being ugly? No, no law on that... What about... drug addiction? It'll never stick... How about failing to argue with us in an effective manner? You knoooooow...
More from my life. I'm tired of being the one they couldn't fix. Im tired of the BS. I still have plenty of tinnitus. But my ears have improved. I'm less dependent on severe sinus. It seems like the shot and the debrox helped.
I know that there are frustrated people out there. They see someone who apparently had so much help, so many hospitals and counselors and psychiatrists and other people... I know my school didn't want this. That's why I know that there are so very many people that want to see a happy ending, not just me. That's why I'm stubborn about this. I have to see this through. Hopefully, that new job will give me a few hours. I could use the money. But I have to be patient. I have to go slow so that the doctor and the counselor can be sure that I can keep up.
I feel like I'm getting psychological whiplash from all this mental manipulation. Getting tired of being told who I am and what I need. I want to see it in action. I want to see the results of all this work. I want to see the medication and the counseling bringing real world results. Not just demonization and rumors.
So I'm waiting to hear from the job. Adsense is still a no, try again. I'm told I need to make sure that I'm setting the proper boundaries and giving myself time and space. I know that taking a job that I'm not prepared for is all kinds of stupid. But hopefully, this has one of those happy endings.
Where was I? Yes, so I've gotten a little annoyed with some of the things I've been hearing, so I decided to keep to myself for a bit. Just until people get tired of talking about my professionals. Find something else to talk about. It's better that way. I'm not sure why I'm so interesting. Really, you should be talking about the guy that used to work under church. He was a piece of work. I get stuck on particulars. I lose patience for nonsense. Then it becomes better that I avoid people that talk. Loose mouths. Life has been peaceful by myself. Just me and the cat. Yeah, I'd like to have someone romantically involved, but that's a story for another time. I'm just glad Elle was there to inspire me. She was such a nice lady. She gave me a good example of what a lady is like.
It usually starts with technicians or low level workers with loose mouths. Then it spreads to patients and other staff. Before you know it you have a whole hospital repeating bullshit. And that screws up the Healthcare system. Thats why we have hippa. To prevent bullshit from getting started in healthcare.
I guess I feel like i have to state that I'm not dating my counselors because it's not helpful to imply otherwise. They help me keep my head straight in a complex world filled with people with their own agendas. I do not date them. My communication and mental functioning are not the best, as proven by test after test. Tests done in controlled environments, tests that cannot be faked. Thats why I hope members of the mental health community read this. So that they stand witness to the truth: I'm working on some problems, it's not about my counselors, past or present. It's not about Elle. It's about my mind and how it works or doesn't work.
The fool acts with limited information.
Spidey making new friends via social media. Helps me feel connected. Until I find something to say that doesnt seem to ruffle feathers, I just make new friends quietly.