I am trying to be nice and sweet, truly.
Jul. 26th, 2012 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoon"Dear entire body: I hate you right now.
It has been suggested that I get angry at my pain and fog, in order to keep shoving and pushing through, and believe me, I am angry. I will not lie down, body, just because you are too foggy and drowsy and drained to do anything, go anywhere, or work properly. You suck. No love.
The postictal state is still happening and has combined with the fibromyalgia fog and the spastic hemiplegic hypertonia, and it is turning my world into a mess of convoluted, creepy, nightmarish, spinning reality, where I can barely think of proper words without struggling. Typing works better, because I can at least pause during the thought process while I type with two fingers.
I am exhausted and angry and shaky and irritated. If I start snapping and snarling and turning that pain and anger on you, friends, I apologize in advance, as I am currently in absolutely no mood for jokes of any kind. My very drained brain will not take it well and I cannot do anything about that at the moment. Maybe later, but not now. So if you are going to tease me, mock me, joke at me, or poke me, save it for tomorrow."
-Me, on Facebook, because there are several friends there guaranteed to poke and joke. Luckily, on Livejournal, there are not. I love all my friends, even though some of them need to be punched occasionally.
Also, this is me venting and rambling, because I need to make a record of this kind of thing.
It has been suggested that I get angry at my pain and fog, in order to keep shoving and pushing through, and believe me, I am angry. I will not lie down, body, just because you are too foggy and drowsy and drained to do anything, go anywhere, or work properly. You suck. No love.
The postictal state is still happening and has combined with the fibromyalgia fog and the spastic hemiplegic hypertonia, and it is turning my world into a mess of convoluted, creepy, nightmarish, spinning reality, where I can barely think of proper words without struggling. Typing works better, because I can at least pause during the thought process while I type with two fingers.
I am exhausted and angry and shaky and irritated. If I start snapping and snarling and turning that pain and anger on you, friends, I apologize in advance, as I am currently in absolutely no mood for jokes of any kind. My very drained brain will not take it well and I cannot do anything about that at the moment. Maybe later, but not now. So if you are going to tease me, mock me, joke at me, or poke me, save it for tomorrow."
-Me, on Facebook, because there are several friends there guaranteed to poke and joke. Luckily, on Livejournal, there are not. I love all my friends, even though some of them need to be punched occasionally.
Also, this is me venting and rambling, because I need to make a record of this kind of thing.
