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Self-Diagnostic
Oct. 31st, 2002 01:34 amTime to go to the doctor. I'm all messed up inside. Mike will be glad to hear this, he bugs me to go to the doctor same as I bug him. Except that his doctor is more the bones-in-hair, chanting incantation, quack-quack type of doctor.
Still, I'm not feeling good, and I haven't been for awhile. I'm always tired, whether I sleep for 6 hours or sixteen. My period's stopped again, dammitalltoHELL, and I just feel blargh and not-quite-right about 80 percent of the time.
And my hormones have gone insane. Today at work I started crying because some bitch on the phone criticized my telephone style. Apparently the fact that I asked "May I please ask who's calling" rather than "May I please tell her who's calling" made her feel belittled and insulted, and she felt compelled to tell me that in no less than a three minute phone monologue. Fucking moron woman. Normally I'd get over it and laugh at her besides, but I don't know. I just cracked. I went into the bathroom and locked the door and sobbed for about five minutes.
I've backed off a little on the vegan diet, in case this is some sort of foodal imbalance, but I don't think so. I just wasn't strict enough for it to matter that much. I'm still vegetarian, but not vegan right now. Ah well. I'm just going to go to bed and try and actually wake up for classes tomorrow. Night!
Still, I'm not feeling good, and I haven't been for awhile. I'm always tired, whether I sleep for 6 hours or sixteen. My period's stopped again, dammitalltoHELL, and I just feel blargh and not-quite-right about 80 percent of the time.
And my hormones have gone insane. Today at work I started crying because some bitch on the phone criticized my telephone style. Apparently the fact that I asked "May I please ask who's calling" rather than "May I please tell her who's calling" made her feel belittled and insulted, and she felt compelled to tell me that in no less than a three minute phone monologue. Fucking moron woman. Normally I'd get over it and laugh at her besides, but I don't know. I just cracked. I went into the bathroom and locked the door and sobbed for about five minutes.
I've backed off a little on the vegan diet, in case this is some sort of foodal imbalance, but I don't think so. I just wasn't strict enough for it to matter that much. I'm still vegetarian, but not vegan right now. Ah well. I'm just going to go to bed and try and actually wake up for classes tomorrow. Night!
