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and then it got worse

No anxiety today. Instead, I cried uncontrollably for about two hours. Oh yay. I wasn't upset or sad; I just cried for absolutely no reason. I really don't understand what's happening to me. And I think I'm becoming a total head case.

Physically, I still feel awful. My nose is stuffed up, food tastes terrible, I have massive sinus pressure and a headache (and I keep getting a migraine in addition to the regular headache), my stomach is acidic and my muscles are tense. I look terrible too. I swear I've aged about 10 years in the past few days.

How many more days until it gets better?


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Oct. 12th, 2009 03:42 pm (UTC)
How many more days until it gets better?

I ask that question everyday.

All I have for you is...

Never Give Up
Oct. 13th, 2009 03:17 am (UTC)
Never Give Up

Excellent advice and coming from you at a time like this, it means so much more. Trying times, girlie, but we'll both persevere.
Oct. 12th, 2009 10:25 pm (UTC)

Never give up! Never surrender! (/galaxyquest)

You can do it, because you rock.
Oct. 13th, 2009 03:15 am (UTC)
Thank you. *hugs*

You know, between your losing weight and my quitting smoking, we could make an unstoppable team. How do you feel about world domination?
Oct. 13th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
Let's see...

You're fighting off an infection. A few more days, and you should be through this part.

You're resisting (modifying?) an addiction. One hour at a time.

The crying? Heck girl, your chemistry is probably messed up from the first two. Talk to your doc and or pharmacist, and see if they can help...

And head case? That's why we love you ;-).
Oct. 13th, 2009 03:53 am (UTC)
The brain chemistry is definitely messed up, but today I feel like I turned a corner with that. I hope I did anyway. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

And head case? That's why we love you ;-)

Aww. Hee.
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