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[ChairmanPoo]

:/

People go to ICU because of unstability. That can mean anything from more or less manageable stuff to really bad things going on. How is she, generally speaking? Does she have any chronic disorders?

[Teneb]

:/

People go to ICU because of unstability. That can mean anything from more or less manageable stuff to really bad things going on. How is she, generally speaking? Does she have any chronic disorders?

She has quite a few, including a persistent urinary infection (caused by a... "fold", for lack of a better term, that developed in her bladder), plus pulmonary edema.

The medic has put her in the ICU for observation, for now.

[pikachu17]

My great-uncle is dying.

[scourge728]

Showing age by assuming current 10 year olds have even heard of Sonic. Let's face it, most people drawing creepy Sonic fanart are probably 35+

[pikachu17]

Showing age by assuming current 10 year olds have even heard of Sonic. Let's face it, most people drawing creepy Sonic fanart are probably 35+

I own a Genesis, so I think my kids will, at least.

[Great Order]

I've worked out the cycle of my anxiety.

Heightened anxiety for however long it lasts. A thought or some event that seems to make my brain snap back to normal non-anxious functioning, which lasts a few days to a week. This is followed by a day or two of some kind of minor mania, then the descent into anxiety happens again, usually because I said something stupid or daft during said mania and can't stop obsessing over how stupid it was and how everyone's going to think I'm an idiot and so on and so forth.

At least I've got an assessment appointment in six days, and I'm going to be able to go to the doctor's to see about getting some different anti-anxiety medication tomorrow.

Anyway, needless to say I'm presently in the mania-anxiety stage right now, and I really need to talk to someone about it. Not my family, it's not that they don't care but they aren't the people I want to turn to here. I've got a small list of friends I'd like to talk to about it, but none of them are really available right now and I definitely can't talk to any of them in person since they're all half a country away at best.

Why is my brain so fucking broken? I bloody hate the thing, it can't just produce serotonin like a normal, functional human being's can it?

[Great Order]

Well, today's been the perfect fucking punctuation for how my summer holiday has been thus far.

I drove all the way to Liverpool, a 2.5-3 hour journey, to a Jitsu regional because I was both missing my friends and wanting to do Jitsu.

The satnav on my phone and the portable one both were incredibly insistent on sending me down a road I couldn't go down to get there because there was a fucking barrier in the way. Then I tried to find parking. Every fucking place that the sat nav said was parking actually wasn't (It was basically sending me to random streets without any parking on them). The roads in Liverpool are confusing. The pedestrians were suicidal (I had at least 10 of the fucking morons just walk out in front of my car). The other drivers were retarded arseholes (I got honked at on three separate occasions because I didn't go out onto the main road because doing so would have driven me straight into the side of a car). The stress of all of this tipped my anxiety over the edge and I had my first ever panic attack. In a city I've never been in before. In a city I've never been in before where it feels like everything, right down to the fucking traffic lights (literally, and I mean literally, every traffic light in the city turned red as I approached), are being malicious.

In essence, I spent £50 of fuel, £10 of service station food/drinks, and a whole 9 hours of my day, to drive somewhere I've never been, have the general misery that's been my summer (anxiety, loneliness, general sadness, the little things I've hoped for be shat on) pretty much condensed into one day, and have a panic attack.

[hector13]

Did you at least get to see/do jitsu?

[Great Order]

I had a panic attack for the first time in my life. I wasn't really in a state to do *anything*. That includes driving, but I didn't have much choice in that matter if I wanted to actually make it home.

[Yoink]

We now return to your regularly scheduled self-loathing.
Jeez, I had a couple of comparatively more-or-less alright days and now it seems I'm making up for lost time.

[Arx]

My department's tutoring system is completely Arx-blind. Somehow, I have failed to receive every single major communication. It's quite the headache. Also, when I woke up this morning the cold that has been lying half-dormant in my throat for a while had decided to make a comeback. Now my throat hurts and I want to vomit.

[Yoink]

Just cracked my fucking phone screen because I for some reason decided to wear these stupid pyjama pants I was given, pants that are several sizes too large for me and as such are too loose to support the weight of my phone, forcing me to carry it in the pocket of the hoodie I'm wearing instead, a pocket too small to properly carry a big-ass modern phone.
So I'm washing my hands and it goes SMACK on the floor and somehow despite the case and the screen protector there's a goddamn crack in it. Fuckssakes. Perfectly good phone. Might as well just throw it in the trash.
Throw my whole fucking life in the trash.

[scourge728]

Nothing I do is entertaining me or holding my interest for long anymore... I just feel numb now, although that is new

[Ulfarr]

Perfectly good phone. Might as well just throw it in the trash.

If you don't want to buy a new one and assuming that other than the broken screen the phone works well, I would suggest lookinkg for an online guide on how to replace the broken parts and if there someone is selling them. Smartphones can be delicate things but assembling one from its pieces isn't that complicated.

I've fixed my phone's screen twice this way

[Arx]

Yeah I've stripped down and tweaked my phones multiple times. It's surprisingly easy, most of the time.