I posted here last week when I found out I had a TBI. Turns out there also diagnosing me with GAD. I'm starting to feel a little crazy today.
I walked into our clinic today and about throttled a sailor for giving me a dirty look. I contracted a gastro-intestinal bug that's going around and spent all last night throwing up and shitting my pants. After going to the clinic today I went to pick up my meds and ended up sitting there for 1 hour and 14 minutes where I pleasantly shit myself again while waiting. after seeing 20 people who came in after me get their meds and walk out I went up to say something.
This jackass turned around and they were right behind him, who knows how long they had been sitting there. I about lost my shit, but not before he stopped me so he could finish texting. I slammed my hands down on the counter and brought out the flipped shit.
Then on my way home I started a fight at the intersection by my house. I'm pretty sure I have successfully turned into that crazy Vet. I just want a war to go back to, does that seem strange? Things weren't crazy over there, they made sense. I told my doc I was afraid I was going to hurt someone, and yet I'm on the same meds. Wonder if they'll take me serious now.
I wonder if there's anyway I can return back to my job and become a functioning member of the military?
Oh yeah, almost got charged with disorderly conduct today, luckily my boss knows I'm crazy and he's looking out. Don't know how much longer this can go on.
I walked into our clinic today and about throttled a sailor for giving me a dirty look. I contracted a gastro-intestinal bug that's going around and spent all last night throwing up and shitting my pants. After going to the clinic today I went to pick up my meds and ended up sitting there for 1 hour and 14 minutes where I pleasantly shit myself again while waiting. after seeing 20 people who came in after me get their meds and walk out I went up to say something.
This jackass turned around and they were right behind him, who knows how long they had been sitting there. I about lost my shit, but not before he stopped me so he could finish texting. I slammed my hands down on the counter and brought out the flipped shit.
Then on my way home I started a fight at the intersection by my house. I'm pretty sure I have successfully turned into that crazy Vet. I just want a war to go back to, does that seem strange? Things weren't crazy over there, they made sense. I told my doc I was afraid I was going to hurt someone, and yet I'm on the same meds. Wonder if they'll take me serious now.
I wonder if there's anyway I can return back to my job and become a functioning member of the military?
Oh yeah, almost got charged with disorderly conduct today, luckily my boss knows I'm crazy and he's looking out. Don't know how much longer this can go on.