Lol, same as last year, I’ve remembered to start my Birthday Reflections for the year two days before my actual birthday so I’m at least maintaining my organisational skills; go me! XD
I’ve tried my hardest to enjoy this year, because when I
turn one year older come Thursday, I’ll officially be in my late thirties!
Being thirty-seven last year I could get by with saying that I was in my mid-late
thirties but once you reach thirty-eight, you’re definitely in your *late* thirties … XD
Living the disabled life seriously sucks, but what can I do
but wake up and face the new day as positively as I can? Unsure why mother’s so
bloody DETERMINED to brand me a
negative person, but hey. Positive people say
that the glass is half full while
negative people say that the glass is
half empty but I’ve only ever just said that’s half a glass. What does that make
me, practical?
Several years ago, some random church uncle urged mother to take me to see
a psychiatrist and get me drugged up. I didn’t mind, but asked the
psychiatrist could he not please not
put me on anything that makes me dull and
unresponsive? I’d rather keep my wits
about me, thank-you very much. The psychiatrist put me on some mood stabilising
drug and later on some anti-depressant even though I’m not clinically
depressed. When I pointed that out to him, he replied nah, it’s for anxiety. Just
curious: are all anxious people put on anti-depressants too/has someone created
an anti-anxiety drug? Only the psychiatrist moved really faraway and mother wasn’t confident with driving me
so far to see him so she demanded my GP
find me a closer psychiatrist. I didn’t mind, and am actually quite content to
sit in the swivel seat and turn myself around while mother disses me like I’m
the spawn of Satan, but apparently mother doesn’t like her coz she defended me
once while mother was dissing me? Personally, I’m not fussed: I just take it all like water off a duck’s
back. XD Actually, mother doesn’t like this psychiatrist coz she defended me
after she majorly dissed me; I’m not fussed: if mother wants to find some new psychiatrist
to keep me drugged up, that’s her
choice. I’ll just ask not to be put on anything that makes me dull and
unresponsive since I’d rather keep my wits
about me. Actually, I’ve been
told I get rather dull and unresponsive
during Winter. XD I can’t help it: I
HATES the cold! So send me your warmest thoughts, please~ XD Else take
me out for the Winter equivalent of shaved ice; um, black sesame dessert soup?
Would love to stop being a burden on society and rather
actually contribute to society by getting a paid job but that’s unfortunately not
looking likely coz I’ve not got any formal qualifications but am unfit for study
since I suffer from memory loss post
brain-injury. I’ve only got one functioning hand with which to type with and do
so at 31WPM. Willing to do ANYTHING as long as (1) I can do it whilst seated and (2) it gets me
properly paid. Somebody please help me find paid work!
Mostly I’m just grateful that I’ve not got blasted physio
(the bane of my existence XD) on my birthday, even though I’ve got it the day
after … *sigh* There’s really no rest for
the weary …
But hoping the cold season will come and go quickly and I’m
looking forward to celebrating my birthday for the whole MONTH, especially
since the vet for my two fluffy unicorns has planned a trip to Australia Zoo with me near the end of the
month!
Hmm … I’m not really a reflective person, you might say …
just contact me for a meal catchup! XD
Next post here … lol, I lead a boring life and don’t
really have much to write about … you
may not hear from me again until December arrives and I pen (well, type XD) a Christmas
wishlist for Santa!
Anyways, until then~
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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