Wednesday September 22, 2010:
I find it funny still that I can just type all of this up while I'm at school. But that's not why I got on. I wanted to type, or write it seems. I've had the need to these past few days but I haven't had the time to actually bring myself to type. School work is very hard. Even harder when the medication I'm taking causes severe upset stomach, and chest pain. Today I was feeling severe nausia and severe stomach pain from my dumb medication. Not only was I feeling bad, but my mom just switched her medication from Cymbalta to something else with less side-effects. She told me that she was laying on the floor this morning because the sudden switch of her medications was messing with her system. I feel really bad for her but at the same time I need her to call my doctor to get everything all settled with my stupid knees. I need to get into physical therapy but my mom doesn't have time to call them, and she doesn't have enough time to call the doctor to change my prescription to something with a good deal of less side effects. My current medication Voltaren, came with a list of about fifty side effects. Vomiting was one of them. It's a good thing that hasn't happened to me yet.
So, another tidbit of awesome news, my brother's xbox was stolen when trying to move out his room-mate or move-himself to a new dorm room. I was really upset when I heard this because I bought it when it came out. I paid the four-hundred dollars required to own it when they came out. Even though he paid me for half of it over the years, it still pisses me off that people are that stupid that they would take something they could buy easily! I told him to check his former room-mate's stuff and check the other lacrosse players rooms because he doesn't have the serial number memorized. I'm thinking: "Oh, well that's just great! Your X-box has been stolen and you don't tell me about it until I hear it from my parents!" That is what bothers me the most. I mean, we are just like one another in that sense.
That's what I hate about myself. I'm never telling the person I want to tell the most. I'm just telling the person who's the closest to me physicality wise. I need to fix that issue. I think that the more I think about my brother and I, the more I find flaws in my personality and mannerisms that really upset me. I'm not a perfectionist but I can't not deal with it. It's part of who I am and I just can't fix it. I really wish that I didn't get the OCD from my Grandmother on my mom's side. She was a perfectionist and anything that wasn't done her way wasn't done at all. I remember all the terrible stories my mom told me about her after she died and I'm glad that my mom didn't turn out that way. It gives me a sense of relief that my parent didn't get messed up because of it. My aunt however, well, she's another story.
I find it funny still that I can just type all of this up while I'm at school. But that's not why I got on. I wanted to type, or write it seems. I've had the need to these past few days but I haven't had the time to actually bring myself to type. School work is very hard. Even harder when the medication I'm taking causes severe upset stomach, and chest pain. Today I was feeling severe nausia and severe stomach pain from my dumb medication. Not only was I feeling bad, but my mom just switched her medication from Cymbalta to something else with less side-effects. She told me that she was laying on the floor this morning because the sudden switch of her medications was messing with her system. I feel really bad for her but at the same time I need her to call my doctor to get everything all settled with my stupid knees. I need to get into physical therapy but my mom doesn't have time to call them, and she doesn't have enough time to call the doctor to change my prescription to something with a good deal of less side effects. My current medication Voltaren, came with a list of about fifty side effects. Vomiting was one of them. It's a good thing that hasn't happened to me yet.
So, another tidbit of awesome news, my brother's xbox was stolen when trying to move out his room-mate or move-himself to a new dorm room. I was really upset when I heard this because I bought it when it came out. I paid the four-hundred dollars required to own it when they came out. Even though he paid me for half of it over the years, it still pisses me off that people are that stupid that they would take something they could buy easily! I told him to check his former room-mate's stuff and check the other lacrosse players rooms because he doesn't have the serial number memorized. I'm thinking: "Oh, well that's just great! Your X-box has been stolen and you don't tell me about it until I hear it from my parents!" That is what bothers me the most. I mean, we are just like one another in that sense.
That's what I hate about myself. I'm never telling the person I want to tell the most. I'm just telling the person who's the closest to me physicality wise. I need to fix that issue. I think that the more I think about my brother and I, the more I find flaws in my personality and mannerisms that really upset me. I'm not a perfectionist but I can't not deal with it. It's part of who I am and I just can't fix it. I really wish that I didn't get the OCD from my Grandmother on my mom's side. She was a perfectionist and anything that wasn't done her way wasn't done at all. I remember all the terrible stories my mom told me about her after she died and I'm glad that my mom didn't turn out that way. It gives me a sense of relief that my parent didn't get messed up because of it. My aunt however, well, she's another story.
