a Living Breathing Journal of My PTSD Journey. as I Paint through the Pain & Celebrate Life.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
~ my Ugly shoe syndrome~
You would be proud, I sorted through the clothes, and things I have been saving for the store [and rid of them]~You know that little lie we tell ourselves "I'll have a yard sale" k= my neighbors, asked are you moving, did someone die. I felt like saying me, well It feels like it when I look at all my pretty high heels, and they have'nt left the house is more than a year now."I'M JUST SAYING" makes me kinda of moody... [But you know I did'nt get rid of them, heck they look pretty just sitting there]~FOR NOW, I've been waering , what call my ugly shoes.... So anyway I had talked to my Doctor, and procedure is canceled.=I'm running a low grade fever, but wait I coughed while we're talking ~He say's " You need to reschedule. I say "it's just alleregies. He says "coughing,or sneezing are FROWNED UPOND, during an epidirail,on your spine....k, so realy, he had to make me think that can happen....So lately it's been BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION= that I walk around,and talk out loud to myelf....My Daughter says this to me, I'm so use to being around the babies, I do I talk out loud. And at the grocery store, I talk to everyone...I just do~And if you ate dinner with me,I would probly attempt to cut up, your food. So I've been taking this anti-depressant, that seems to make me chatty, and I've been having nightmares. Vivid ones, well enough about me. I must get back, to sorting= I'm celerating TRASH NIGHT! Thank for being there,you know if you ever need to talk= write me @t email@example.com /we'll talk soon.....Love Mother