Lemming Saturday (Get the joke, win a smile)
Right away her voice grated on me. She kept asking me questions like what's my name and how do I spell it. That's expected. Her calling me by an utterly different name? Not good to keep me from the desire to end this pain and nausea and all of it.
I told her she was doing a terrible job and hung up after she called me by a name I'd never been called even by accident before. I'm crying my eyes out, begging for help of any kind only to be utterly dissed by a crappy volunteer who, like Rimmer in "Red Dwarf", talked more people to death than helped save them if the way I feel is at all the norm after her.
Now I'm stuck in a really bad head space and it's beyond my head's capability to cope.
I can't cope with any of it and I feel like it's all beyond me. If you're reading this when I've written it, no need to worry about tonight or most of Sunday. I'm stuck for now just suffering. It's about all I can handle, but better to just hurt and hurt than to worry people.
People who mostly fade from your life when your pain levels get so high you can barely be friendly. Been watching "Frazier" and enjoying the train wrecks.
My last fish is dying. He swims with his body like so: ||| <-->
So no need to worry about me and if you don't have a Wii, I've got a great set that's just looking for a new home. Raul posted it on Craigslist w/o pictures yesterday. The games and Wii Fit hopefully will cause it to stand out.