CynthiaWVirginia
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From: West Virginia, USA
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I admit that the Pokemon group I belong to over at the other site seems to have died until the next Pokemon game comes out, and I've been too lazy to give other gamers a heads up on several new things I've discovered that might help them with their own games.
I admit that I haven't pulled any weeds from my yard in way too long. Gardening isn't fun anymore and it's all "yardwork". I still haven't pruned the dead wood off my roses even though it's three feet higher than what was left alive after last winter, and my mint patch has flowered, grown too tall and has fallen over onto the path. I need to trim it down to half the height it is right now but I've got no spoons left to do this.
I admit that I helped mom get a fish tank at Walmart with all the trimmings. I also begged her not to get too many things for the 3 gallon fish tank and also advised her not to get some huge, tall, hard plastic "grass" for the fish to "hide in". She did it anyway. I also told her she needs to limit the fish to about three. She went shopping the very next day without me by taking the buses, and of course did everything I advised her not to do. She bought a total of 8 fish, and phoned me all upset a couple of days later when fish kept getting stuck in the bushy plastic grass and dying. Out of 8 fish she's down to three left alive and wants me to take her back to Walmart to give them back their tank so she can get all of her money back.
I admit that I overreacted, thinking that my ex-husband would never talk with me again after we butted heads over his religious beliefs. He phoned a few days afterward and we're fine. Our disagreement showed me how right I was not to re-marry him two years after we divorced; I couldn't be with someone who would force their gay kid into being straight.
I admit that freaking out in the MRI and having to get out of the machine after only a minute of being inside it threw me into a deep depression for the better part of a week. I'm still climbing and clawing my way out of it. Funny, but I wasn't aware (beforehand) that panic attacks can fubar my brain chemistry afterward, making my body crank out depression chemicals like some broken water faucet handle. Being fully aware of this made no difference. It was so bad that it cut my daily spoons down to 1/3 of (my) normal, and it was exhausting just to walk downstairs to sit on the couch. Watching comedies didn't help, nor did watching the playful antics of my cats. I couldn't concentrate on reading any books either. So I just gave up and resorted to sleeping a lot until it eventually started wearing off.
I admit that my breakfast's coffee...was ruined. I picked up the Dear God mug to take another drink from it and saw a fly dog paddling in it.
I admit that I went through most of my purses yesterday and decided that I have way too many purses. (How come I "need" more than a dozen???) I'm going to offer two of them to my neighbor. She's crazy about purses, lol.
I admit that I went through old shoes two days ago, finally admitting to myself that I will never be able to wear them again. I thought that when they put the steel plates and pins in my right ankle that after the bone shattering healed up that the bulky hardware would be removed. Nope. Five or six years is too long to hold onto a dream...so I tossed out all of the shoes that won't currently fit my feet.
I admit...I also dug out my packed away electric Pikachu toothbrush that I used to use at someone else's house and...I bought an eyeglass repair kit at the Dollar Tree so I could get another tiny phillip's head screwdriver so I could replace the nearly dead AAA batteries.
I admit that I finally read the pharmacy papers that come with one of my meds and was horrified to learn that I should only have been on the Dexilant for only six weeks to four months, because it decalcifies bones. I've been on it for close to three years. It was a wonderful medicine, better than Prilosec and I'm going to miss it.
I admit that my dryer stopped heating up last week. I don't know the name of the heating thingy and don't know where to start looking for a part I can't name, lol. Just thinking about going to a public laundromat and waiting for a few hours there in some hard chair while my leg swells up and my back goes crazy sucks all the life out of me. I'm probably going to have to go there some time this week.
I admit that I like coming here because my ex doesn't come here, and I like the privacy of not having everything I type show up in a "friend feed". (Most people don't bother with clicking on the button on the other side of this site to read past posts made in the message boards.)
I admit that I resumed my daily exercise routine. It's not exhausting me now, and I've pretty much healed from messing up my lower back during a scene 2-3 months ago. Anyway, I'm finally back up to the level I was at when I had to quit...and I've begun a new level, yay!
Edited because of a typo.
< Message edited by CynthiaWVirginia -- 8/12/2015 4:41:41 PM >
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