- Date posted
- 2y
A Few Things - Venting
My OCD is a part of almost everything in my life, but I just need to vent about a few things. Well, no, that's not true, but I don't have the energy to type it all, and I really would rather talk than type in a comfortable space, rather than feel I have to justify and explain everything. People who don't know me don't grasp why asking me to answer their questions (which only lead to more "Why?"s or not accepting what I say) is just too much for me now. To them, it's just one more time. To me, it's overwhelming and exhausting. The story gets longer as I get older. I'm so not ok. I'm so hot. My nerves are on edge. I told my boyfriend I was hot, and he told me he wasn't. I tried again to explain about hot flashes and more than menopause can cause them, and he told me I needed to get that "fixed"... And after a pause he added, "When you're able to." I asked what am I supposed to do in the meantime and he didn't say anything. I asked him if he'd make it cooler, and he finally did, although I don't know if he really did or not, because he leaned back, I heard the metal door flip open and closed, literally in a second or less, and I don't think he could have adjusted the temp that quickly. Every time the AC shuts off, that very second, I feel a wave of heat, and it I don't get cooler until the AC comes on again. I'm morbidly obese, and I don't feel like going into it now, but losing weight is hard when I have to have to eat takeout (usually high in carbs, sugar, and sodium, among other unhealthy things), and my boyfriend can only afford cheap stuff. I used the bathroom earlier, and I was struggling to carry my weight, making loud sounds as I let out breaths, sweating, almost feeling faint. My left arm and hand tingle because of my left breast weighing against my arm. I'm so nervous about my Social Security and I just wish I knew if I was going to get it next month as usual. I posted about this previously. I'm going to run out of my meds soon. Doctors won't see me if I can't pay them, and they wouldn't take out-of-pocket if I had the money. They will only take insurance, and I can't be cut off my meds again. It's dangerous. My boyfriend got his phone fixed, but I'm still waiting for him to help me with mine. I screamed in the room while he was out, but my voice isn't as strong as it used to be. My throat had mild pain, just from screaming once.