Posts describe an A&E visit with 5-hour wait, further tests, IV antibiotics, and discharge with oral antibiotics (“go back if I get feverish”). Other posts report “survived” a music event where music was quiet and the poster’s mum’s boyfriend made homophobic comments; replies include sympathy and criticism of the boyfriend. Keywords present: survived, antibiotics, A&E, mobbed, thankfully, homophobic, mum’s bf, feeling.
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I bet. Sorry. Hope today is more restful. Still, WAY better to get ahead of the infection than to wait until you are in the middle of a collapse and hope that the ship can be steadied later. I mean if ENG cricket teaches anything, it is that. 🤣 (Esp. Ahead of a holiday when A&E is mobbed.)
Nothing like going to bed knowing tomorrows gonna suck at work, compounded with the usual feelings of being an annoyance no one wants to talk to or interact with. Feels like I post and talk into a void, and my own anxiety makes me come across as annoying when I do make an attempt to interact.
I'm omitting some details here but I don't wanna get into the weeds of it. It's hard on my conscious sometimes though where I can't tell if I'm actually horrible and should take someone's backlash towards me as fact or should I just let it slide off and risk not improving as a human being
Prob that, either one of the weird reactionary journalist fanboys or maybe a jilted person on here that I blew off or something. Idek either way they’re irrelevant. My insurance might cover it, but I don’t feel comfy scheduling it while living with my fam still ;w; I want more privacy.. lol
that’s really my main reason for posting vents like this, to at least be able to be seen instead of bottling things up i’m going to get more help if i share what i’m feeling rather than keeping it to myself, but i also fear that if i’m doing it all the time no one wants to “maintain” me
And it's amusing that I had therapy today, and I told him that I was doing surprisingly well. Holding boundaries and coping with things. Then my microwave starts tripping the breaker, and I'm outside talking to trees and crying because that's apparently my last straw. Famous last words, I guess.
Part of me wants to get better but part of me feels like I don’t deserve to get better Like if I do get better, I’ll become a terrible person (even tho I already am) and there’s no hope for me so why even try? But that would just make things worse and I’m in a loop I’ll never escape-
