I’ve never blogged about this before, but I actually suffer from anxiety. Unfortunately the anxiety also causes panic attacks, and I do have a bit of agoraphobia. I’ve had it since February 2001 and went from November 2001 until June of 2007 without any panic attacks, and without the use of meds or seeing a therapist.
Now my recent claim to fame is that I have gone from June 2007 until now without a panic attack.
With anxiety, they say that getting good sleep, and not consuming anything with caffeine in it, helps keep it at a tolerable level.
I’m exhausted.
My anxiety has been through the roof for a few hours and I am so glad that I can turn off the computer in about an hour.
I wanted to make a blog about anxiety today but didn’t get the time to make a proper one, so while this one will touch on it… I will be making one that will go into more detail at a later time.
Now I am going to go and focus on something to help keep my mind from being overly busy for the next 20 or so minutes.
After the wedding party was over, the work of cleaning began. Mom and Lindsey had already run at least two loads through the dishwasher throughout the night, and this is part of what was left over…
I’ll be heading back to help sometime later in the afternoon.
So right now… it is… *looks at clock in lower right corner of monitor* 3:01. We finally got home. The car with the gifts has been unloaded, I have used the restroom, got out of my uncomfortable dress, and am sitting in the chair at my desk – with the bed directly behind me.
The bed beckons me. It says “Lindsey, come lay in me. I am so comfy. You love me so much, and I love you too.”
Must. Resist. Bed.
With like 3 more hours to go, I don’t know how we are going to do it. Chris wanted to fall asleep at the wheel (safety first!) and I feel like I got hit with a ton of bricks.
Nobody wanted to leave his Moms house! They stayed, and kept talking, and saying bye takes like an hour for each person. It’s ridiculous.
Of course we stayed a little afterwards to help pick stuff up and what not because she went through a lot of trouble doing all of that for us, but man oh man… the Sandman sure is looking good right now.
I will keep on going. Even if I have to set an alarm to wake me at ever 20 and 50 minutes after every hour I will. It can be the Mentos jingle for all I care.
I should have gone to bed earlier on Friday night. Having only had four hours of sleep, it’s becoming slightly difficult to keep pace on the Blogathon!
Each minute that passes, the number of passable ideas for blog posts dwindles in my mind. I may also stop making sense when I speak as a side effect of the not having much sleep.
I had a conversation earlier this evening with one of my mom’s cousins, who was born and raised in Iran. We were sitting in my mom’s office, working on a post, when he came in and sat down to chat with us.
Mom’s office used to be my bedroom, and some of my posessions still adorn its walls, such as my original cast Star Trek sketch. Looking at the sketch, he brought up that some of his earliest memories were of Star Trek. He went on to tell us a story about how, as a child, he and his family would watch Star Trek every Friday in Iran.
I asked if it was subtitled or dubbed, and he told me it was dubbed; they spoke Farsi flawlessly. Imagining it in fluent Farsi made me laugh a great deal. I generally don’t like dubbed series, preferring the original audio with subtitles, but I would love to watch Star Trek with a Farsi dub.
I have a friend named Farshad. Farshad is a very interesting individual, to say the least. He’s a great guy, no doubt, but he has a personality that is hard to forget, and easy to get a laugh from.
He has a lot of sayings that were slightly abrasive, such as how almost everything was “badass” (say it with EMPHASIS). Everything takes a dump on everything else, and everything is worth a “HAAYAH!”
He moved to Las Vegas a couple of years ago, so we don’t see him very often at all, but anytime we miss him, we just call something “badass”, and we feel like he’s with us again!
I’m taking over the blogging duties for a little while, and the first thing I want to jump back in with is a hilarious, and at times infuriating. Some of the pranks are harmless and funny, while others could cause injury or loss.
Overall, I guess I’d say it’s pretty funny. However, it is almost 1:30, so perhaps my sleep addled brain is partly to blame.
Everyone grows up; this is how the world works. Just because we grow decrepit and old, however, does not mean we have to forsake the things that make us happy, childish though they may seem. This is the core concept of Marooners’ Rock; we geek out on the things of our past, present, and future. Society and cultural norms be damned!
