I have gotten over the shock and anger from the doctor’s news and now I’m moving into the acceptance stage. I didn’t go to work the last three days. I was just too emotional. I couldn’t take the stress of being around 100s of coworkers and helping stupid people figure out how to use their directv equipment, (you’d be surprised how many people call me because they have no volume – turn mute off, dummy; snowy screen – change to the correct channel output; black screen – turn the tv on, dipshit; etc.) Tori has been here with me since the diagnosis.
Tori is awesome. She is always there for me. Once again her and Dudney are helping me through shitty times. I wonder where I’d be without them… well, actually, I probably don’t really want to know.
Anyways, we’re getting fucked up tonight… yep yep, we’re getting fucked up.
On this day..
- Self-Management - 2007
About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.