Hear that noise?
Apr. 19th, 2006 06:48 pmThat's the sound of all these little pills going back from my pill planner into the bottle. For I refuse to take them any longer. I've been feeling drunk and heavy-headed all week, punchtuated by a short bout of unexplained (but freakishly heavy) menstruation on the day I forgot to take one dose. Nuts to that, says I! I haven't gotten anything done all week, and this cannot continue.
Truth be told, I'd rather take the stuff I was taking before. But I don't understand how it can possibly be okay to take something I'm clearly allergic to. The doc thinks it's fine; and H thinks I'm nuts for even considering it. I don't know what to do. I trust the doc...really, but I don't know what he's talking about in this case and he won't explain it to me and I feel like he's being dismissive so it makes me uneasy. Again I say, why does this have to be so hard? Could be worse? I could have to pay for this shit out of pocket.
Started reading Cell last night. It doesn't waste any time getting right into the carnage. I was totally freaked out by page 10. And then a totally bizzarre thing happened. H came in and took the book out of my hands and said "C'mon, you don't want to read this right before bed. You'll have nightmares" I was speechless. Seriously. I felt like I was six, except no one was swearing at me or hitting me. It was really weird, and reminded me of how I did go thru this phase where I wanted a fatherly type boyfriend to "take care of me" because I felt so incapable of managing my own life. Even though I'm in financial ruins, I still feel perfectly capable of choosing my own reading material. Now to be fair, I am prone to horrible nightmares, and I don't REALLY think H is trying to be the boss of me. He did buy me the book, after all. I'm sure it's my own baggage making me so annoyed, but I am annoyed all the same. Maybe I should take this little expereince to EMDR after I work through 2 years of my mom calling me an "interloper" after I came home from college.
In
wednes_writes news, I think I'm going to put my What to do About Franklin editing on hold for a bit. I'm really in the mood to pursue some kind of hip, chatty, chick story about a fat girl who realizes a bunch of stuff. Much like when I wrote Sadie, I want to get some things off my rather ample chest, and this is the best way to do it. Plus I've recently been hipped to a house looking for exactly what I'm wanting to write. I had mentioned a few times before about writing a "romance" novel just to make contacts and break into the business. But my opinion of that genre was so low, that I snooted my snooty nose right away from it...in reality though, a "romance" can be anything that ends with someone getting laid under happy circumstances, no? Anyway, I'm pretty sure I can do it. And my mind is active idea-filled enough right now that I should be writing instead of (or at least, in addition to) editing these days. Who knows, I might feel so pumped after turning out a new chapter or two that I can go back and edit more Franklin anyway.
Truth be told, I'd rather take the stuff I was taking before. But I don't understand how it can possibly be okay to take something I'm clearly allergic to. The doc thinks it's fine; and H thinks I'm nuts for even considering it. I don't know what to do. I trust the doc...really, but I don't know what he's talking about in this case and he won't explain it to me and I feel like he's being dismissive so it makes me uneasy. Again I say, why does this have to be so hard? Could be worse? I could have to pay for this shit out of pocket.
Started reading Cell last night. It doesn't waste any time getting right into the carnage. I was totally freaked out by page 10. And then a totally bizzarre thing happened. H came in and took the book out of my hands and said "C'mon, you don't want to read this right before bed. You'll have nightmares" I was speechless. Seriously. I felt like I was six, except no one was swearing at me or hitting me. It was really weird, and reminded me of how I did go thru this phase where I wanted a fatherly type boyfriend to "take care of me" because I felt so incapable of managing my own life. Even though I'm in financial ruins, I still feel perfectly capable of choosing my own reading material. Now to be fair, I am prone to horrible nightmares, and I don't REALLY think H is trying to be the boss of me. He did buy me the book, after all. I'm sure it's my own baggage making me so annoyed, but I am annoyed all the same. Maybe I should take this little expereince to EMDR after I work through 2 years of my mom calling me an "interloper" after I came home from college.
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