It's Been a Hell of a Week

OK, it's been a hell of a two weeks actually.

I've had several appointments to go to for medical reasons this last two weeks. This had me in busy waiting rooms with a lot of people I don't know at all. This makes me very uncomfortable and in some case on the edge of a full on panic attack. This last one was just that, on the edge of panic the entire time. They wanted me in a half hour early, then made me sit there longer than if I was to come at the original time. I was there about 40 minutes.

There where young kids, and for some reason they trigger the anxiety stronger than adults. I've got no idea why, but it's the way it is.

The only comfort I had, was no one sat right beside me, and there was an empty space between me and this little girl. I have to say, she was in a great mood for someone who was about to see a pediatrician. I remember being a kid, and hating going to the doctor. But in my day, they where all kind of rough with kids and not one of them had a friendly manner to them. This doctor seemed to be friendly as heck from what I saw of him as he came to get the next patient from the waiting room.

Not only did I have all this social anxiety from the appointments, but on Monday of this week, my depression kicked into overdrive. I was very depressed. I don't normally get this way. At best I get a little down, but dang this was a bad one. I think it might have been that it was the anniversary of Moms death on Sunday and I was missing her a lot more than usual.

I was originally not going to go for coffee with my friends this week (yesterday) and I'm glad that I was talked into doing so. It literally fixed my depression, and I was back to my happy self within an hour.

Coffee was awesome, and there where more than the usual number of us. I got to see a couple of people I've not seen in some time and this was great. I actually talked a lot this time. Normally I'm quiet and just sit there enjoying what others have to say - but this time I had the desire to talk a lot.

Thanks to a kind person, I had some money to get pickles and sponges and chips. I was dead broke before the donation. I have to say, I've only got $1 left of it, but it mostly went to good purchases.

I had a severe craving for pickles. I had it in my brain that the only way I could be happy again was to consume pickles. I was wrong, but I seriously enjoyed munching down an entire 1L jar of garlic dill pickles (baby pickles). I had never heard of this brand before and got them at a dollar store - I have to say, they were extremely garlic tasting and I loved them. Being they where only $2.50 and the best I could do at any other place was $3.95, I was happy.

I needed sponges for the kitchen big time. So I'm glad I was able to get some.

I have to laugh at the till in the dollar store however. You know how there is always impulse buy items by the till? Well, this place has a maze of candy and all manner of impulse items LOL. The person in front of me picked up a few items on the way through the maze I noticed.

There were 3 people I saw working at the dollar store and I think they may all of been related, they looked extremely like each other - like sisters. I'm not certain, but it sure looked that way.

In any event, this was a tough two weeks on me, but I'm back to my happy self now and doing well. OK, the pain level is a 6, but I'm use to that. BTW I find it interesting that I don't react at all to the pain after a short time, but if I get a sudden pain some place, I'll cry out in pain or otherwise generally react to it. I always find that interesting.