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Ironlady
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I'm so tired.. Went the chiropractor and it took all I had not to Go running out of the office but fought through the panic. He tries to be helpful and has recommendations of certain flower essences for emotions and for my anxiety but I always get defensive when he's talking. I feel like I'm talked at. Not with. So even when I go ahead and "try" his remedies I'm just irritated. He keeps on and on how PTSD is just a certain wiring in the brain and not a disease. ""No fu%$king shit Sherlock!"" I'm so happy you are so smart and have an ego the size of North America. How great it must be! He just pisses me of cause he has an answer for everything and solutions for few even though he thinks he has a solution to everything. So I leave there wishing I didn't go. Considering finding another chiropractor and leave the parking lot hyperventilating.
Had to go to the local store and get stuff for supper and I think it's the whole town was there getting last minute stuff for the holidays. Fighting off the anxiety. Come home and start fixing said supper while all the kids were just being kids and my head feels like it's going to explode. Trying to keep myself together as lately I've been just throwing in frozen crap for everyone to eat and wanted a nice family dinner. In the middle of fixing it my youngest accidentally wets her pants in the kitchen and now I am trying to clean her up as the water from the spaghetti is boiling over. Turn the burners off, take care of her gently so she doesn't feel shamed. Resume cooking. Ask my sons to clean of the kitchen table as most of everything is their stuff but then they argue who's is who's and I can feel myself about to crack. But don't. Diffuse the argument and finish up cooking. Set the table.. Get everyone their food and now the oldest wants to throw a fit because he wants to sit by daddy (which he does more than anyone else) and I allow my youngest son to sit in that chair. He starts throwing a fit, everyone sits down to eat except the oldest who is pouring and I can't taste a thing now. I eat quickly and leave the table and now I'm in the bedroom crying because I can't function anymore and everything feels too much. :(
Had to go to the local store and get stuff for supper and I think it's the whole town was there getting last minute stuff for the holidays. Fighting off the anxiety. Come home and start fixing said supper while all the kids were just being kids and my head feels like it's going to explode. Trying to keep myself together as lately I've been just throwing in frozen crap for everyone to eat and wanted a nice family dinner. In the middle of fixing it my youngest accidentally wets her pants in the kitchen and now I am trying to clean her up as the water from the spaghetti is boiling over. Turn the burners off, take care of her gently so she doesn't feel shamed. Resume cooking. Ask my sons to clean of the kitchen table as most of everything is their stuff but then they argue who's is who's and I can feel myself about to crack. But don't. Diffuse the argument and finish up cooking. Set the table.. Get everyone their food and now the oldest wants to throw a fit because he wants to sit by daddy (which he does more than anyone else) and I allow my youngest son to sit in that chair. He starts throwing a fit, everyone sits down to eat except the oldest who is pouring and I can't taste a thing now. I eat quickly and leave the table and now I'm in the bedroom crying because I can't function anymore and everything feels too much. :(