What's Bothering You?

I want to start donating my plasma. It’s a great cause and it pays great!

My big reservation about it, however, is the finger prick involved. I hate finger pricks, it makes me so nauseous thinking about them. I really hope there is an alternate way. I have no issues with needles in my arm or whatnot. But fingertips, fingertips I can’t ****ing stand.
 
my psoriasis is starting to flare up really bad because the sun has been strong for the last few days. the type of psoriasis I have is actually pretty rare (pustular psoriasis) and only flares up on my hands when exposed to sunlight. my doctor prescribed a mid-level steroid cream, but not only has it not touched the psoriasis that's already been on my hand for a month, I now have psoriasis spreading to other parts of my hands. when it dries out it makes my hands feel really itchy and they hurt a lot. I hate dealing with this, I can't even enjoy this summer because heaven forbid I step outside in the sun for a while. 😭

stupid psoriasis. I've been dealing with this for a decade now, I'm tired of it. I guess I need to send my doctor a message and have him prescribe a stronger steroid, I can't let this get out of control or else I'll be miserable for the entire summer.
 
I have medical anxiety. So upon recently making myself a doctor's appointment, it begins a countdown of dread.

I've had full blown nightmares about doctor's offices and hospitals. I'm glad I've reached a point that I'm taking care of my mental health and not avoiding these appointments, but it's not easy at all.

I particularly don't like how the blood pressure cuff feels. One of the nurses placed it incorrectly on my arm a couple years back and it left a large painful bruise.
 
me 🤝🏻 feeling out of place and unwanted no matter where i go. i don't think it really matters what i say or what i do, i think i'm just not meant to belong anywhere lol

everything, everywhere feels like a clique. i always feel like i'm in 6th grade again, and everyone leaves the table as soon as i sit down. i try to be kind. i try to be what i think is a good friend. i try to be supportive. and it never changes anything. it still doesn't make me fit in anywhere. i am always the outsider looking in, even when i'm invited in.

i think i'll just be quiet. trying to belong just makes me sad, and i'm tired of being sad.
 
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OK, so this one's pretty silly... There's a "Battle of the Bands" competition in the Basement where you can submit a random song and see how it fares among TBTers. In each of the competitions I submitted a song (I won't say which), and both times it didn't get up to at least the semi-finals. While I like how the BOTB introduced me to new music, sometimes I feel like my listening tastes stink because of this. T_T
 
OK, so this one's pretty silly... There's a "Battle of the Bands" competition in the Basement where you can submit a random song and see how it fares among TBTers. In each of the competitions I submitted a song (I won't say which), and both times it didn't get up to at least the semi-finals. While I like how the BOTB introduced me to new music, sometimes I feel like my listening tastes stink because of this. T_T
For what it’s worth, I’ve enjoyed your submissions.
 
I keep finding myself in this trap of being mentally and physically exhausted, but still getting up and doing stuff nonstop because I can't sit still and relax without feeling some kind of internalized guilt, or feeling uncomfortable because I feel like I need to be doing something. being on my feet constantly is exhausting, but "relaxing" makes me uncomfortable. I can't win. 🫠

it probably doesn't help that, in my house, living with my parents, I can never, EVER catch a break. They constantly call for me and send me messages, they constantly walk into my room asking me things, they constantly ask me questions and get upset when I don't answer the way they want me to (as if it's rhetorical). that on top of everything else going on with the animals and my friends and my work/hobbies. I literally never catch a break. it's nonstop.

I've been thinking lately about the idea of sitting with discomfort, letting it have its place. and it seems weird to have to apply that to "relaxation" time, but that's the situation I find myself in. I'm used to never having time to relax, my body doesn't know what it means to actually relax. all it knows is times where I'm super busy and bustling, and times when I'm still consistently occupied but moving a little more slowly. there's never true relaxation, and doing anything of the sort feels very uncomfortable to me.

I just don't even know anymore honestly. 🥲
 
Going to a pride party tomorrow with my husband, his boss and his husband and a bunch of his coworkers and their wives and husbands, got my nails done yesterday for it, hair done today for it andddd of course, I started my period tonight. But why.
 
Going to a pride party tomorrow with my husband, his boss and his husband and a bunch of his coworkers and their wives and husbands, got my nails done yesterday for it, hair done today for it andddd of course, I started my period tonight. But why.
I can relate. I had to deal with that BS during my vacation last year.
 
Going to a pride party tomorrow with my husband, his boss and his husband and a bunch of his coworkers and their wives and husbands, got my nails done yesterday for it, hair done today for it andddd of course, I started my period tonight. But why.
Sod's Law.

Please share photos of the nails (also hair if you're comfortable)!
 
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