Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Dick Is Cool
I went to see my new doctor this morning. I really like him. He genuinely seems to give to give a shit. He spent over thirty minutes with me. (Dr. Fucktard only spent, ummm, maybe five.) I'm starting a new medication. We are going to see how it works. I hope that it works well, duh! It's making me feel a little funny, but that's to be expected. He basically told me that we will just try a bunch of meds until we find one that controls these freaking seizures. I feel a little better just knowing that I've got a good doctor that really seems to be trying to help me get this under control where I can lead a normal life.
A "normal" life, ha! I'm not sure if I've ever really led a "normal" life or if I ever will, but I would like to lead a seizure free life. That's for damn sure. I know that my special friend would like it too. We are talking about some pretty serious shit happening in the near future and I don't want to feel sick when it all goes down. I will write more about "it" when I feel more comfortable. I just don't at this particular moment in time. All I can say is that there is a special someone that loves me very much and I think that I may love him even more, if that is possible. All I will tell you now is that he's a wonderful human being and totally completes me. I never thought that I would find a love like this. Actually, I guess, I never thought that I deserved a love like this, but, you know what? I sure as fuck do! I've been letting guys run all over me since the age of 13. I guess after heartache after heartache after heartache that my dumbass has FINALLY wised up and realized that ANY man should be lucky and honored to have me. Trust me, my man knows how lucky he is, as do I. (Ok, I've already said way too much, more later!)
I move into my new place this weekend. I guess that I'm pretty excited. I'm just ready to get "settled" all over again. I have sooo much stuff. I feel anxiety just thinking about unpacking all of it. I'll have it all set up by the end of the weekend. I'm very OCD when it comes to moving into a new place. I won't stop until I have the last picture nailed to the wall. By the time that I'm finished unpacking, it will look as if I've lived there for years. That's just how anal I am when it comes to my space and my stuff. Wish me luck!
I guess that I'm going to go and finish reading my book about this sick ass serial killer. I'm weird like that. I read all of these horrible books about murder and horrible things that have happened to women and then I go and watch things like all of the unsolved murder cases and forensics stuff on the Discovery Channel. Then, I wonder why I stay paranoid. I make myself that way by reading and watching all of this sick shit, but I find the forensics so interesting. Call me crazy! Tell me something that I don't already know.Thank YouWhy did you have to hurt me so badly?Why did you just use me and toss me aside?All I ever did was love you and try to be your loving friend.I know why you did.You did this to me because I let you.Thank you for being just another man to fuck me over.Thank you for helping me to be a strong woman.Thank you for being such an ass to me.Thank you for giving me much bigger balls than you will ever have!Good luck in your new life, really?Good-bye!