Happy about Something

The foot numbness is gone!! Now it hurts. The arch. Right foot. But this is good news! The headaches and the face pain also seem slightly better. I celebrated by buying a new hammer, replacing some toilet flappers, and picking out replacements for some damaged furniture from the Memorial Day Sale. A new recliner sofa, dark faux leather, and a new recliner, coffee colored. I'm going to have to throw out the futon. Unless anyone wants a futon with a broken leg? It's gonna rain again and I'll have to dig out my backyard drain... always clogs. Hopefully today I'll get some more cleaning done, review the recipes from the nutritionist, maybe exercise, write, and then tomorrow set up that printer so I can print out and mail taxes. 

Moral Imperative

I believe i have a moral obligation to warn people about woodruff road, CBT, Bipolar, drugs, and MIP... even McClean has actions to answer for. I need these answers before they sweep it under the rug or shut me up. I need answers. I have to keep people safe from these doctors. Cuz I know I was harmed. Who else was? How many people? Where does human engineering lead us?

Time to think...

 

Self concept

 I feel like my self concept is distorted. Maybe I'm stating the obvious. I'm stuck between past and future. Dependence and independence. I'm still enmeshed. I need to change. I hope people still believe. I'm trying. My faith is a bit battered. 

Frustrated

    I think people are just frustrated with their own lives and secondarily with whatever is going on with me (definitely depends on who you ask). But so long as no one gives me cause to worry, I have no worry about my future. As far as legal action, I can only further reiterate that my personal affairs are not up for debate. That includes medical and legal. 

    Acceptable topics of conversation include: the weather, some sports, pop culture, history, food, culture, whatever is not my personal business. You can definitely expect me to meet you where you are. If you fight me, I will fight back. 

    I guess my greatest hope is that people quit playing games with my well-being. I'm not actually a science experiment. And surely, of all the medical problems, at least one is real. It just means I function differently. I gotta understand how this kind of false perfect gets going this way. They have this idea of who I am but I swear it's not me. How is it that I'm still getting stuck? Are they going to stop checking on me? 

Privacy

    See, I always thought people in public generally stuck to thier company. But lately I've noticed people talking about me everywhere I go. At first it made me angry, then afraid.  But now I think maybe they just find me very interesting. And the cats doing so well. Such good spirits. I still have some work to do. But hopefully soon I'll be back around others. The medicine is helping. But I need to be patient. Today is Saturday. I've finally got the right month and almost always the right day and day of the week. Even time perception is better. Though I still lose chunks.

Anemia

Well now the anemia dx makes more sense. Because I'm having all the symptoms.

Symptoms that can occur include extreme tiredness, weakness and shortness of breath.

People may experience:

Whole body: dizziness, fatigue, lightheadedness, or malaise

Heart: fast heart rate or palpitations

Also common: brittle nails, headache, pallor, shortness of breath, or weakness

Maybe that’s where low CO2 is from. Idk. Anyways, I'd go outside more but for the allergies, memory issues, and fatigue. Plus I feel like i have indoors work to do. 

Buti think today, the weather is nice so I'll sit outside.

Professionals

I picked my professionals carefully. I'm confident in these. I just need to give them time to make sure my lifestyle is healthy and my memory is fully integrated. Until they finish it need to avoid certain people. Not a fixit mentality. A healing one. Growing into a different way of life. And that allows me to be kinder. It allows me to be stable. To work. To live... outside of hospitals.