What's Bothering You?

My mother is upset because I got a two week jury duty summon and I don't have arranged transportation. (I can't just not go. The penalty, at least for here, is imprisonment).

The irony is that the jury dates are directly before I become eligible to take my driver's license test. If it were just a little later this wouldn't be an issue. Because I could just take myself to the court each day.

The most I can do is try and write an appeal letter. It's all just really bad timing.
 
my anxiety has been in and out the past week and i am unproductive
dad's in the hospital & my uncle isnt able to eat properly yet (he keeps throwing up) so me and my mom have just been kinda all over the place?
the other night i was watching over my dad in the hospital, he's feeling fine but still lots of labs to do since theyre trying to pinpoint the cause of his infection. mom's with him now, im at home since they discharged my uncle and i have to be with him but he's been throwing everything up so we might have to readmit him
im just trying my best to be calm so. yea. idk

on the plus side: i finally got checked for my stomach pains yesterday and doctor said it could be IBS. he gave me a med that actually worked for once? ive never felt better. maybe it could be IBS lmao
 
Just feeling a bit frustrated at the moment since my parents decided to rearrange the whole house while I was at work. My bedroom is already in the backyard basically so I have to go up the back steps to get into the actual main part of the house, but the way they've rearranged their bedrooms now makes me have to go around the whole block and go through the front door instead every time now, which it was already awkward going up the stairs at night but now it's even more awkward.

Honestly not even that big of a deal, I've made myself laugh a little cuz I'm realising how silly that is but it's just a frustrating thing to come home from work to ig lmao 😂
 
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My stress-induced vomit happened again. That hasn't happened since the incident at my last job, except this time, it has nothing to do with work. I feel like I'll always be a terrible person in the eyes of my mom, as if I can't do anything right.

I wasn't expecting to get so stressed out by my mother that I would give myself a migraine with stress-induced vomit. I'm sick of hearing that everything that's wrong with me today has to do with my dad. I'm sick of feeling like I'm improving as a person only to be brought down by unnecessary comments. She told me that "I can quit my job for the hundredth time because of my coworkers pissed me off again, [meaning her]." It's comments like that that are hurtful to hear after having made improvements to my life.

I'm sick of being seen as a bad person in her eyes and having things from my past used against me when I'm no longer that person. I'm sick of not being able to enjoy the Dodgers WS victory like I should be simply because my mom is insufferable.

I'm sick of my mom telling me that she doesn't see me as a bad person, but that I've been brainwashed by my dad. She also bought a hotel last night; She told me specifically that she didn't trust me to not hurt her in her sleep. This is not what I need to be dealing with as somebody that already disassociates because they are bipolar. I'm sick of feeling like I'm an ungrateful **** because I can't appreciate the fact that she's taking my friend and I on a week-long vacation because in my opinion, the nice things do not justify the emotional abuse.

Either way, this is an improvement from last year. I'm actually eating something filling. Last time this happened, I hadn't eaten for five days.
 
today is the 3rd anniversary of my Zeva passing away. my grief has turned into numbness, and I feel more disbelieved than anything else today. I don't understand how it's been 3 years. I don't understand how I haven't been able to pet her, cuddle her, hear her purr or meow, watch her breathe, or just be with her in 3 years. some days, I feel like I'm still sitting in the parking lot of the veterinary hospital she died in, and other days my life with her feels like it was several lifetimes ago.

I've had some truly wonderful experiences in the past 3 years. I've had good days. I cry for her less than I used to. it all just makes me feel so guilty, because I was so certain I would die when she did. I couldn't fathom there being life after her, and some days it feels like there wasn't supposed to be. some days I wish there hadn't been. most days I don't know how to begin living without her or even wanting to— I've just been existing.

I don't know what to do with this version of my grief— this version that still feels so consuming and agonizing, a pain in the centre of my very being that hits me in the middle of the night and it's all I can do to not curl into a ball, and yet so hollow at the same time.

Bonk helps, and it's so special to me that I'm able to share her as much as I do and that so many of you know her and love her as well, but I think it'll always hurt that I didn't share Zeva the same way. she shaped me into who I am. she is the most integral part of my being, even now. everything I do and will do is for her.

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It has been a chaotic day with a lot going on. And it didn't start off on the best foot either - I forgot to pack my lunch and my jeans (I had the gym before work) so I've been wearing my workout trousers all day. Super unprofessional.

A £1400 (US$1800+) piece of equipment brokedown. I managed to repair it thankfully but it was out of commission at the time it was needed!

Cut multiple fingers opening new glassware this morning. And I didn't even do it on the glass - it was with the blade I used to open the packaging! Thankfully the first aider was free but my hands look awful covered in loads of plasters. 😅

I'm very much looking forward to the weekend. Two more hours and I can go home!
 
ive lost my appetite the past few days? weird. just the thought of eating something, especially something with fructose makes me feel sick in the throat. i wonder what's up. even remembering an acai bowl thing i had a week ago gives me this feeling t-t the memory is soo gross, but at the time it tasted fine.
 
for some reason i keep waking up in the middle of the night with my body feeling like i just had a nightmare, but i sincerely dont remember my dreams? it's interrupting my sleep and it's really strange. like i just wake up in a panic and go "that was odd" and then try to fall back asleep, but it takes a few hours. hrrrm.
 
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