Meh… Late Friday night I suddenly had a sore throat and my tongue felt like how it would had I burned it on a hot drink. Since then my throat has been raw and my tongue continues to feel that way. My mom had me checked in the Er, but they said it was likely the wiral thing going around.
Well, since then I hae rarely eaten. Even having my mouth shut hurts. I am not able to talk normally and even drinking water hurts like hell. Oh such fun…
Um… Later on Today I am supposed to have a dentist appointment… well, we are not quite certain wether I will go or not. My mom asked me if we should have it cancelled. I am indecisive and usually don’t care a damn about my own well being… so I said okay, let us just go. My mom is not too certain. She does not want to add on to my misery, she says. So, I told her to just call, relay to them my state and ask for what they thought was the apropriate action.
So… yeah.

The Engine Busted…

My mother and I were talking in the car after getting groceries. She said I should probably try to remember what we talked about for whenever our next visit to the therapist or psychiatrist is. Here goes…

Mom was reading up on incest abuse. In it there was something about trauma and anxiety. Pretty much, the anxiety was used up to such an extent, later on whenever something brings up an anxious reaction, the body no longer can handle it – sort of like taking something into overdrive until it is used up quickly and is no longer there for other times you need it. In hand with that, I suppose that is how things worked with me. I used all my defenses against a bombardment of stress that now when I encounter the slightest bit of stress, I cannot handle it since my supply has run low. Usually just the smallest stressor will bring irritability. Huge amounts usually lead to… well, lack of interest in living.

There was another thing Mom and I spoke about, my reaction to the world outside the home. The times I would be really down, very jaded and found life to be meaningless and clockwork… in observation thoughts like that came about when interacting with people. It all started in school, as noted. However, when I picked up time to do college, such thoughts came back. When I tried out the library volunteering they came back. When I am not in such similar fields… such things never come to mind.

When most people look at how I live right now, they would say “That seems far more repetitive, boring and lifeless.” That never comes up for me though. When in high school, I would tell my mom, “What is the point? I get up, go to school, come home, do homework, go to bed and start all over. It is like being a robot, a wind up doll, a music box… a clock.”

I wonder if living out in the world is “soul killing” for me in opposition to how people would call the way I live to be soul killing. At note to that, I seem to care less for human interaction the older I get as well.

I was looking at something called “facebook” one night. There were a few moments I smiled and had something like elation go through me – that is because I stumbled upon the existence of two people I knew back when little; one in third grade and the other in sixth grade. I almost thought of trying to find out their contact information and say hi, but then I realized I did not want them to contact me back. I don’t like bothering with such things. I find socializing tiring and redundant.

The rest of the time I looked around and stumbled upon pictures of other people I was aware of in school, but never really knew. Looking at them depressed me for some reason. Most just brought up slight thoughts I had of them.

Like one girl, I never knew her, but I was aware of her since kindergarten. I remember how I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She ended up being popular even then and continued to be. I also noticed how her looks never truly changed even after fifteen years.

There was a boy who lived in the same neighborhood as me and I mainly remembered him as being popular and thinking back in elementary that he and the girl mentioned would be a good couple.

There were other people I knew or encountered when growing up. Nothing was really there to feel about them- just some names and maybe a face to go with it. There was an occasional “Oh, so he was still in town! I just never saw him as school grew.” Every once in a while there would be an “Oh, I remember her personality.”

Despite that… it just… tired me. Yeah, just looking at them and remembering small things tired me and made me sort of… go “blah”. The same happens when I interact in a structured setting it seems. Should I work, go to school or something in similar context… it just shuts me down for some reason. The thought of hanging out seems pointless, sounds unappealing and tiring to me. I don’t know why though.


Yesterday I had my first denist apointment for my fillings. She worked on my top front teeth. When the numbing died down… pain! Much pain… I took some Advil and laid down. About five hous later the Advil finally wore down. I know because the pain came again… bam! Such fun… I’ll be back in there next Monday, too… oh and the Monday after that as well. Joy.


My mom was considerably sick on Wednesday, thus she stayed home. She has asthma and possibly pneumonia… and allergies. It is something like that anyway.
Thursday we left for the capital around 8:30. We arrived around 10:20 and ate lunch. After that we went for our hair appointments. My mother went in around 12:15. I read a book by Neil Gaiman until it was my time to go in.
I got my haircut by a lady I knew when younger, but had stopped seeing. What can I say, the stylist I ask for now knows Asian hair. The lady I had is a great stylist, but her technique is very different… and my hair left some to be desired. Oh well.
After that, I merely waited on my mother. She takes longer since she has a bleach/dye job and then a haircut. I took out my Discman, played a CD and resumed my book. Annoyingly, I had a headache. I suppose it was lack of sleep. I went to sleep around three thirty and woke up around six. After that I had drifted in and out, light snoozing until we left.
An interesting thing is, in midst of reading and music listening, some lady gives me a card. I was about to turn off the volume, but I got the gist that she was leaving and merely said a brief apology for disturbing me. I found it amusing that the card had to do with a battle of the bands music competition. I smirked and used it to mark an extra page I wanted to keep in mind – I hate dog-earing pages.
Anyway, my mom eventually is done and we just head home. She was hacking up a horse when we stepped outside and I pretty much still had the issue of my head bothering me. My sister called her and eventually we hit the rode. I rested my head during that until we stopped for some drinks and fries. After that I felt better and then resumed listening to music.
I drifted off apparently. We were home before I knew it. Still out of it, I putted about and did only a bit of tidying up. I eventually got my second wind, my mother and I watched a show and then I went to work on my chores.
I began piddling and decided to lie down again. I never slept, but I knew my mind was too foggy to get anything decent done. About one to two hours later I decided to get. I did a bit of laundry and then wound up here.
Let us see now… tomorrow I will be seeing Wynne around 1:30 if I am not mistaken. Next week, I think on Tuesday or Wednesday I will see Dr. Givens? Then as mentioned before, my last appointment for this month should be my first dental operation on the 23rd… The other two occur next month. Oh joy.
Oh, and my dad and sister are coming down Saturday, Sunday all available family members will be down here for Easter… and… Yeah. I think my dad goes back on Monday or Tuesday. Blah…
That is it.

*Just some Notes…

Well, my dad left this morning to go back home.
We saw my eldest brother and his girlfriend yesterday. She will be leaving soon for a three month thing… something about marketing the arts…
This Thursday my mother and I will be heading for the capital and get our haircuts.
I have no idea what we will be doing for Easter Sunday, however… I guess I’ll question my mother tonight.
Sometime next week, I believe I will have that appointment mentioned before.
I’m starting to write down a few ideas in regards to the story outline.
I got my monthly check the other day. Hopefully we will be able to deposit it today.