Tag: anxiety

in which I am anxiety making

The house is a clean but cluttered wreck lately; there are arts and crafts supplies literally everywhere. Studio in town be damned, I need the ability to work immediately and constantly, and it is eating up our lives and living spaces. I’m not kidding when I tell you that the Craftsy filming can’t come soon enough, although also, I could…

in which we talk around and about fear

When I logged on this afternoon I had intended to lay down the bones of the skin care post, but two sentences in that just felt wrong- dishonest in a “well, this isn’t what I’m here for today” kind of way. If you write, you know what I mean: it’s a bit like being in a conversation where all you’re actually accomplishing…

in which there is anxiety and impatience and neither matter

There is so so so much going on right now, folks. Things went from, Hey, check that out, I could do about anything right now, what do I want to do? to I think I might want to do these things, to I have conflicted feelings, to WHELP, I GUESS WE ARE DOING A THING NOW, in very quick order.…

in which I need to warn you: there are slugs in this post

I mean, it just seems like the polite thing to do: slugs give folks the willies, but I don’t want to surprise anyone, all— HEY, LOOK AT THESE SLUGS, because I don’t think that’s what anybody is coming here for, you know? I’ve got to talk to you about the leopard slugs, though. I really, really do. I mean, nobody…

on Gilenya and passing time through the power of cat sweaters

I go in for my first dose of Gilenya this Wednesday. It’ll be a full day in a clinic, mostly just sitting and being observed. There will be an ECG in the beginning, to double- check my overall cardio health, then the pill, then periodic checks throughout the next six or eight hours (I’m not sure if it’s six or…

in which I fret, a great deal, over nothing

I’m waiting for the home health nurse to come and install my IV port this afternoon. I’m nervous. Giving myself a shot every day doesn’t make me immune to IV jitters. I keep thinking I should be completely calm about this, but I’m not; I’m a bundle of anxiety, hoping I don’t vomit on the nurse as she works. She…