I've been on the meds for going on 2 weeks now...as far as how they're working, I don't really know. What I do know is that they make it so I can't cry. I just...can't. I still think the things I do that would normally have me in tears...think about crying..but nothing. I don't know if that's good or not.
Kim and Donald were waiting for me outside at my car yesterday after work. Donald said since I was 'antisocial', he'd bring Kim to me, then rubbed her growing belly, and said 'see what you have been missing'. He has no idea what said to me, obviously. I don't need to see shit, I know EXACTLY what I'm missing. People don't think.
Work is going...I don't really talk too much to people. Just do my job, go home. I had emailed to see if I could find out something about what's going on-haven't heard anything back.
We were supposed to go to Georgia today to get Alex's daughter, but some b.s. happened w/ his ex, so we're going tomorrow. Our a/c has stopped working at the house, and we're all miserable. Hopefully start looking at buying our own house here in a few weeks...Alex's brother said he'd help us, so I would think we won't have any problems.
Guess there isn't much else to say...I have a hard time thinking about anything that requires me feeling anything, therefore making it so I really can't think of anything to write. I'm not sure if I like this or not. It's nice to not humiliate myself by crying at the drop of a pin, but now I just can't seem to feel anything at all...what kind of existance is that?
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