Where do I start? I'm having one of those day's today. You know... where you wake up angry... and you feel like the world's against you. Urk.
About 7 months ago I did something that I never thought I would do. I went to the Doctor because I was having a hard time coping with work and personal life to the point where I thought I would loose it. My sweet, wonderful Dr. gave me a hug after seeing me & said... you are not Kerilynn... this is someone else. She prescribed me anti-depressants. A very low dosage... but just for a short time to help get me back to normal Kerilynn. CRAZY! (You would have thought I would have been on them years ago.) I'm really weird with taking medicines. I'm already on a few that I have to take daily for my P.C.O.S. (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome)... and don't want to be on any more. I had a rough patch for about 3 months last year... and so the medicine did help out. But I don't want to be dependent on medicine to make me feel better. I can make myself feel better on my own... but it's okay to ask for medical help sometimes. Anyway, I tell you this because I asked my Dr. to wean me off the medicine... and so we did so. So I've been off it for a month... and boy i wish I had some right now.
Here's my story...
I work from 6:30am - 3pm, Monday through Friday. i woke up today to a phone call from my co-worker. She was saying that she's so sorry... she just woke up and will be an hour late. I looked at my phone and it said 4:45am... I was like,"What are you talking about, it's only 4:45am"... come to find out it was really 6:20am. My cell phone that is supposed to be satellite connected... didn't want to tell the correct time... and therefore, my alarm didn't go off at 5:30 like I planed. My work opens at 6:30... so someone has to be here to open... and I was still in bed... and my co-worker was going to be an hour late. So, I jumped out of bed, put on a pair of pants, a bra, & a sweatshirt. I didn't even brush my hair or teeth before I left. I do not like being late (to work). So now I'm all gross & want to go home so I can take a shower. It's going to be a complaining day. Oh well.
Before I end my tangent of the day... I have one last thing to complain about... smoking.
I know many people who smoke... a just a handful of people who are close to me. I wish they would stop. I know it's a personal choice... but in the end... is it worth the risk? I don't think so. There are 3 people who are very close to me who have this bad habit... and I pray that one day they'll quit. It's because I care... not because I'm trying to be controlling. (I have many bad habbits... being a bitch is one of them... so by no means am I saying that I'm perfect or better then anyone who smokes. i just wanted to set the record straight.)Recent events have made me very passionate about this subject. I've been dealing with a friend who's turned to smoking recently for stupid reasons. I just hope they quit before they cannot stop. Almost everyone I know who smokes say that they can quit at any time... well... this friend of mine can't even go 2 day's without a cancer stick. Sad. Very sad. I'm really hurt by this... I know I shouldn't be... but I am.
I weaned myself off my "drugs" (prescribed by my Dr.'s)... so other can wean themselves off their drugs too.
Anyway... I think I've vented enough for now. I don't like complaining on my blog... because I don't think it's very attractive to read... but today I made an exception. Thank you all for letting me vent. Hopefully tomorrow I will be back to my happy go lucky self.