spritechan: (I Wanted the Opposite of This)
The day started out fine, I had a decent amount of plans to continue organizing and cleaning and I got started in that... and then I crashed into a deep depression I’m blaming on getting my period on Monday (it was only 37 days from my last cycle, am I leveling out finally??). I’ve been really emotional and weepy, which is super unlike me. I spent the day laying on the couch feeling sad and anxious and worthless and scared, and then when my iPad battery got too low, I moved into the bedroom to continue my moping and so Steve came home to find me in fetal position and leaking tears.

He snuggled me and reassured me and we talked about reading more of the book we’d been reading. I know we both want to keep reading it, but it’s hard to go to such a heavy place when we’re really enjoying each other so much lately. I’ve been wondering if I should go to counseling once I get the school’s insurance (since it’s supposedly so good, though not sure yet about its therapy options)... like obviously there’s significant underlying issues to why I behaved the way I did, which was clear from my one session alone with Kelly. It was so annoying to be aware of my childhood and teenage years and to feel like I’m making excuses or minimizing because we only had an hour and I didn’t want to spend the whole time talking about my past when this issue was more pressing. But who we were affects who we are and clearly there’s more there that I should probably work through. If I can get a good counselor I think it could be helpful.

In the meantime, I cried a little bit and Steve and I napped for a bit until it was time for yoga, which Steve was sure would be helpful. He started ITG while I got ready, and it was a little chillier so I brought sweatpants and wore my shawl.

Yoga was interesting. I wore my Thinx workout shorts in case I leaked, and I LOVE them, but the leg material is really light and thin and rides up high when moving a lot, and I’m pretty sure my butt cheeks hang out. It was only me and 4 other women, all of whom are also “regulars” of Brandi. Normally I put my mat in the front row but because of being self-conscious about my junk hanging out I was in the back today, so only one woman was in front. She made a joke about how she ate a ton of vegetables right before class and maybe people shouldn’t be downwind of her. Brandi walked in in the middle and that sparked a silly discussion about farting in class (since everyone in the room was there on Monday with the other incident). I’m always simultaneously thrilled with being a part of things and tense because I struggle with getting close to people or relaxing into a situation.

I digress. The class was interesting because my hips were more tight than they’ve been in a long time, which I suspect was due to 1. My period and 2. All the traumatic, stressful, sad emotions I’ve been experiencing. In yoga, the hips are traditionally where we store sadness, anxiety, and trauma, so the theory is that you can get more emotional when doing exercises that release the hips.

So, I wasn’t very good at any of the hip openers, but we did something new, which was splits practice, so I got to learn how one starts to move into that that isn’t just standing splits. That was cool. Today in extended side angle I branched out and tried for a full bind instead of a half bind, and I got really close! I surprised myself and it really feels like I might get a full bind here soon. I did maybe pull one of my shoulders a little out of place trying to reach, but it shifted back during the next pose and I’ll be more careful next time.

My standing balancing wasn’t great because of my busy mind, so I held back a little in those poses. But! Brandi had us do a crescent twist with our knees on the ground, and THEN encouraged us to lift into full crescent (like being in the twist and then lifting our knee off the ground at the same time) and that balancing was awesome for me. Lifting yourself off the ground while in a twist is something I always feel like is impossible and then when I do it, I’m really surprised at my own body. Lol. I also did side plank today, which normally I do the modified pose of.

For the inversion, I wasn’t feeling dolphin again, but instead of crow I practiced wheel. I used to be able to do wheel all the time in the past, and now I can’t. I think it’s because I was doing it incorrectly before. I thought it was because my arms are weaker since stopping and starting yoga again but that can’t be true now. I really want to get back into that pose regularly. Instead of forcing my way into the pose I’m working on setting all of it up correctly, which makes it harder for me to push my arms in. So I did what amounted to a bridge headstand, which is a “bus stop,” as Brandi calls them, before full wheel.

Normally during legs up the wall I go into shoulder stand and then plow, but today I was really feeling legs up the wall. I marveled at how when I started yoga again back in June, I couldn’t straighten my legs beyond like 45*, and they’d get shaky and tired, and now my legs are perfectly straight and the pose is really relaxing. It’s my favorite restorative pose right now. Mmmmm.

In Brandi’s class, when we go into fetal before the end of class, she has us do a breathing routine, and today she talked about loving yourself and forgiving yourself, and in order to truly love others you need to love yourself, etc. And since I’ve been super depressed and emotional and NOT loving myself today, it hit me pretty hard and maybe I cried a little... but the class was dark so it didn’t matter.

When class was done, Stacy mentioned to me and Brandi that she got roofied at a local sports bar and luckily she was with a girl friend who got her home because she’d blacked out at like 9:30pm and remembered nothing. She said when she talked to the manager he said it happens depressingly often.

Then I got home, Steve was cute and heated us up our leftovers, we watched an episode of Parks and Rec, and then I snuggled him while he did more sidequesting - mostly Majima stuff - in Yakuza Kiwami. <3
spritechan: (Howl's Heart)
Because of my ongoing body issues, I woke up far too early with far too much pain. I was up at like 6:30, in and out of the bathroom. I attempted to wake Steve up around 8, but he seemed pretty “out” so I let him be. I wasn’t doing anything of note anyway. It turns out he was having a dream where we were robbed and Dream Steve thought he needed to catch the culprit before waking up because if he didn’t, we wouldn’t get our stuff back. I love funny dreams like that.

Steve gave up the chase somewhere around 10, and we noticed that it was storming out. Storms put a damper on normal 4th of July plans, so I just kind of assumed we weren’t doing anything. During this time, Steve played on the big tv and I played Hearthstone on my iPad. But in the early afternoon, Nick texted saying we should come over. His sister Megan throws a couple gatherings a year, most notably Halloween and lately has been inviting us to 4th of July*.

First, coffee. Second, Name of the Wind audiobook because Megan and Ross live a good bit away. Steve drove us, which was great. Uh, I forgot (and continue to forget) to mail in my tabs request. I ALWAYS do that, where I fill out all the info, get a check written and a stamp on... and then I just. Don’t. Mail it. I don’t really FEEL like getting a ticket for expired tabs though.

When we got there, we noticed that people were not outside. I was more surprised when we walked in and it was just Nick’s family. It was his parents, himself, and Megan, Ross, their two kids, and Nick’s grandpa. And us. I know it wasn’t a big deal and obviously Nick wanted company, but I was super anxious about all the pressure. Nick’s dad was particularly comfortable and happy to see us, making quasi-inappropriate jokes (he even started to make a small-dick joke at Steve at one point and then trailed off because I think he got self-conscious, but I appear to be the only one who heard) and appeared to really enjoy the banter. I know Steve has known them basically his whole life, and I do like Nick’s parents (Nancy is particularly entertaining and anyone who doesn’t like Ernie/Scott is just wrong). I was just oddly anxious. Even though there was like NO ONE there, Megan put out a TON of food she bought for the occasion. Ross was kind enough to cook my Beyond Beef burger on the grill**, even adding grill marks for the full effect.

The biggest benefit/downfall of Megan and Ross’ is the “treats”. Everyone who ever goes to these parties appears to be a baker. Megan bakes, Jennifer bakes, and Lindsay bakes. This results in WAY too many sweet things to eat, and because they all bake well, the treats are delicious and addictive. I made the mistake of agreeing to split this bar that Megan made. Let me be more specific. It was a 3-layer bar made out of raw cookie dough, gooey peanut butter, and a thick layer of chocolate. Yes, it WAS as amazing as it sounds.

Eventually Courtney and Scott showed up, and the 5 of us sat alone talking. Andrew and Jennifer, and Lindsay all showed up and legit did not even acknowledge us? For me personally, I didn’t acknowledge them either. Like, I was having a bad anxiety day, no way was I going to feign interest in their children and their gripes about being parents. But I guess Courtney said hi to all of them and no one responded. Weirddd. Soon after, we decided it was time to go, we had to get home to give Nero his shot, and we planned to continue hangouts in a more relaxing environment. When we were leaving, Lindsay was complaining about how ridiculous her husband is, and explained that he didn’t come because he felt sick, and went on a rant about what a baby he is when he’s sick. Somehow that got Megan talking about how everyone wishes they could date/bang Ross, which comes up far more often than you’d think. It’s like she knows she won the jackpot and Ross is way out of her league (and ours), and likes to brag about it. Lol.

We dropped Nick off at his house so he could gather his materials and take care of some things and headed home. Most of the night was spent doing our various games. Courtney was playing Fez again, Nick was working on... work I think, Scott was playing the new South Park game, and Steve was playing Dragon Quest VIII. I played Hearthstone. Haley came over for a bit too to apply for jobs, but she mostly kept to herself.

Everyone packed up and left around midnight, and off to bed we go!

*In the past, I used to always go to Grandpa Jack’s, until he moved to Florida. Then Steve and I kind of either hung around here watching fireworks or going to my parents’, and then I spent several years in Cincinnati for the 4th (seriously, why do they ALWAYS have Montessori training over a holiday? I swear they do it on purpose to test people’s will and dedication to the program). Last year for sure we went to Megan and Ross’ though.

**It’s hilarious how nervous people get about cooking veggie burgers on the grill when literally all you need to do is heat them up. Like, you don’t even have to make sure they’re cooked to a certain temp or for a certain length because you won’t get sick from an under cooked veggie burger. Just warm it up! So easy!!
spritechan: (Lost - Ben seduce with ham)
Ward 6 is this local hip place that serves amazing brunch food, located on a busy street on the east side of St. Paul (read: not a super great neighborhood). It was one of the catalysts to revitalizing the street, where several new establishments have cropped up and people want to spend their time walking up and down it. The problem with Ward 6 apparently was their business model: serve high-quality, sustainably sourced food from as many local places as possible while keeping prices reasonable. I guess they have been losing money for a couple years, and they’ve decided to close. Such sadness! Steve and I have gone there almost every Sunday for the last at least 2 years. I’m glad that we’ve been supporting the,, and they were always crazy busy on weekends, but I guess the same can’t be said for during the week? I went there twice for dinner and it was packed then, too.

It doesn’t appeal to locals; most of the people I saw there were white people of the sort you find in the suburbs (hi pot, it’s kettle - I have been trained to notice such hypocrisies I am a part of). That’s not to say PoC didn’t go there, but the food there again was to different tastes - whereas every weekend just across the street is a Hispanic family that sets up a roasted corn cart that seems more appropriate. What I mean to say is, everything at Ward 6 is catered to a white perspective of tastes, even if they have chicken and waffles and chilaquiles.

Still sad to see it go, it was bittersweet and only a week’s notice was given. They were out of many of the main items, of course, and it sounds like people who like the place have been pouring in. We enjoyed one last meal and said goodbye.

Picked up a few things at Mississippi Market co-op and then headed home. Because I have so many things I want to do, and so many things I NEED to do, I found myself in the classic Leah anxiety paralysis and ended up snuggling a ridiculous Nero cat basically all day while Steve played ITG and we watched Hearthstone. The cuddles were amazing and made me so happy, Nero was in the snuggliest mood and helped me feel better. I didn’t do NOTHING all day... I went to yoga right away in the morning after a quick cup of coffee with Steve. Hannah’s hot class yay! It felt sooo good to go again. Can’t wait to keep going.

Nick and Scott came over, and I tutored. Dinner was a homemade lentil soup, yum. The Office was watched, Nick continued Uncharted 2, Scott scrolled, and Steve continued Owlboy. I spent the rest of the night watching The Office and working on my entries for the previous two days because I’d fallen behind. I also spent a significant amount of time flirting with Steve over text (using my mac to type and send texts is so fun), which built a stupid amount of excitement and had a fantastic culmination after everyone left. Ehehe.
spritechan: (TWEWY - Phones peek)
...I loved being a case manager.

There. I said it.

I loved following documentation guidelines and feeling productive, successful, and like I was making a difference. I loved feeling important, and like what I did mattered.

....


What I hated (and eventually drove me away) was the unpredictability of the clientele. I hated that I could have an entire day meticulously planned and it would all go to shit because one (or 4) clients were having crises, meltdowns, or in a sticky situation due to poor decisions or whatever that they felt entitled to have me fix.

I'm not saying my job is intolerable, because it's not. I can do this. But I hate feeling like a glorified babysitter in a negative setting, and I panic when I think about the lead teacher going on bed rest/maternity leave and I'm all by myself. The toddler classroom now has 13 kids to the teacher (when the ratio is supposed to be 7:1) and I'm terrified we'll get licensed for more babies before summer's up and I might get trapped with more than 4 babies. It'd be a nightmare. And I seriously don't like babies.


I may be looking at and potentially applying to basically the exact same job, only with the DD/TBI/etc population. I loved working with Autism and while it's my preferred area, it appears to be a lot of others' as well. Being "special" does not guarantee crisis all the time and certainly doesn't mean entitlement (though I won't say it doesn't exist, I have rarely seen it in the population I have met).

That is all. *sheepish*
spritechan: (TWEWY - Phones peek)
...I loved being a case manager.

There. I said it.

I loved following documentation guidelines and feeling productive, successful, and like I was making a difference. I loved feeling important, and like what I did mattered.

....


What I hated (and eventually drove me away) was the unpredictability of the clientele. I hated that I could have an entire day meticulously planned and it would all go to shit because one (or 4) clients were having crises, meltdowns, or in a sticky situation due to poor decisions or whatever that they felt entitled to have me fix.

I'm not saying my job is intolerable, because it's not. I can do this. But I hate feeling like a glorified babysitter in a negative setting, and I panic when I think about the lead teacher going on bed rest/maternity leave and I'm all by myself. The toddler classroom now has 13 kids to the teacher (when the ratio is supposed to be 7:1) and I'm terrified we'll get licensed for more babies before summer's up and I might get trapped with more than 4 babies. It'd be a nightmare. And I seriously don't like babies.


I may be looking at and potentially applying to basically the exact same job, only with the DD/TBI/etc population. I loved working with Autism and while it's my preferred area, it appears to be a lot of others' as well. Being "special" does not guarantee crisis all the time and certainly doesn't mean entitlement (though I won't say it doesn't exist, I have rarely seen it in the population I have met).

That is all. *sheepish*

P.S.

Mar. 11th, 2011 05:58 am
spritechan: (Dilbert - That was embarrassing)
I was a little snarky to my car insurance agent over email yesterday, because I never really feel like he's listening to what I have to say! I feel like he just kinda reads half my sentences and then responds robotically. I got annoyed and acted a bit bitchy.

So now I have a dilemma where I'm too anxious to read his response >_< I've been avoiding my yahoo email all day and I'm all knotted up about it. I get this way when I'm nervous about any sort of email response.

Time to put my Big Girl pants on.

P.S.

Mar. 11th, 2011 05:58 am
spritechan: (Dilbert - That was embarrassing)
I was a little snarky to my car insurance agent over email yesterday, because I never really feel like he's listening to what I have to say! I feel like he just kinda reads half my sentences and then responds robotically. I got annoyed and acted a bit bitchy.

So now I have a dilemma where I'm too anxious to read his response >_< I've been avoiding my yahoo email all day and I'm all knotted up about it. I get this way when I'm nervous about any sort of email response.

Time to put my Big Girl pants on.
spritechan: (Spirited Away - Critter nap)
I was filling out the application for this job I'm interviewing for on Friday (weird, I know! I send my resume/cover letter, and then I get emailed the application! That's actually nice), and under employment history, it warns in bold and underline: DO NOT OMIT ANY PREVIOUS EMPLOYMENT.

Like, ANY any?! Holy crap. I've NEVER written out my entire employment history... because it makes me look bad. I wrote out 11 previous employments. ELEVEN. Since 2004. It says to explain any gaps in employment and whatnot, so in addition to explaining why I didn't have a job in 2006 (minus summer at Valleyfair), I reminded them that I went to three different schools in very far-from-eachother locations during my academic career. I hope it doesn't sound TOO bad to say that I'm now actually looking for a permanent position since I have my degree.

I have to list three professional references... I listed Ana, a previous coworker at the middle school, because we also attended classes together, which means I've known her a bit longer. I also listed Flo from Skateville, because even though it's not relevant work experience, she and Jason both ADORED me so they'd give me a good review in terms of my work ethic and whatnot.

Buuuut... for the third, I feel like I have to select someone I currently work with. It'd be easier for me to ask Sanja, because I'm really familiar with her, but it would make the most sense to ask Isaac, because I work with him every day and I KNOW he'd do good by me. Aaaaaand, ANXIETY! I just feel weird asking a coworker to talk me up. Even thinking about it I get all flushy and red. Sighhhhh! I need some courage!!! I know, I'm a wuss. Social anxiety FTL!
spritechan: (Spirited Away - Critter nap)
I was filling out the application for this job I'm interviewing for on Friday (weird, I know! I send my resume/cover letter, and then I get emailed the application! That's actually nice), and under employment history, it warns in bold and underline: DO NOT OMIT ANY PREVIOUS EMPLOYMENT.

Like, ANY any?! Holy crap. I've NEVER written out my entire employment history... because it makes me look bad. I wrote out 11 previous employments. ELEVEN. Since 2004. It says to explain any gaps in employment and whatnot, so in addition to explaining why I didn't have a job in 2006 (minus summer at Valleyfair), I reminded them that I went to three different schools in very far-from-eachother locations during my academic career. I hope it doesn't sound TOO bad to say that I'm now actually looking for a permanent position since I have my degree.

I have to list three professional references... I listed Ana, a previous coworker at the middle school, because we also attended classes together, which means I've known her a bit longer. I also listed Flo from Skateville, because even though it's not relevant work experience, she and Jason both ADORED me so they'd give me a good review in terms of my work ethic and whatnot.

Buuuut... for the third, I feel like I have to select someone I currently work with. It'd be easier for me to ask Sanja, because I'm really familiar with her, but it would make the most sense to ask Isaac, because I work with him every day and I KNOW he'd do good by me. Aaaaaand, ANXIETY! I just feel weird asking a coworker to talk me up. Even thinking about it I get all flushy and red. Sighhhhh! I need some courage!!! I know, I'm a wuss. Social anxiety FTL!

Kitty baby

Feb. 15th, 2011 09:12 pm
spritechan: (Sgt. Frog - Tamama closeup)


Pathetic kitty with shaved arm XD

I can already tell the difference in him from the last time. This hospital ain't cheap (Bill was $1600), but they were worth their money. He was not grumpy or loopy when I brought him home, whereas from Banfield he was groggy and flipping out and didn't want to move. Grim has bright eyes and is affectionate. He's eating pretty well (though he still won't touch the wet stuff - what kind of cat is he?!) and drinking, and he's had TWO normal pees. They told me that him never peeing more than drops for the last week was really concerning, and meant that his blockage was likely not corrected the first time. GRR!!!

They also gave me antibiotics and muscle relaxers along with painkillers this time. He's only gone to the litterbox twice with YAY success, versus all last week when he was basically LIVING in there with very little success. Of course, I was reminded a million times that he can get messed up again ANY SECOND, but I'm crossing my fingers that he's going to be good eating the special food.

I found someone to cover me on short notice for tonight which helps A LOT, because otherwise I'd be spending every second at work being worried. Not to mention I haven't slept yet - I took a nap from 11:30am-1:30pm but was too tightly wound to sleep after I heard I could take him home today.

At the moment, life is great. <3

Kitty baby

Feb. 15th, 2011 09:12 pm
spritechan: (Sgt. Frog - Tamama closeup)


Pathetic kitty with shaved arm XD

I can already tell the difference in him from the last time. This hospital ain't cheap (Bill was $1600), but they were worth their money. He was not grumpy or loopy when I brought him home, whereas from Banfield he was groggy and flipping out and didn't want to move. Grim has bright eyes and is affectionate. He's eating pretty well (though he still won't touch the wet stuff - what kind of cat is he?!) and drinking, and he's had TWO normal pees. They told me that him never peeing more than drops for the last week was really concerning, and meant that his blockage was likely not corrected the first time. GRR!!!

They also gave me antibiotics and muscle relaxers along with painkillers this time. He's only gone to the litterbox twice with YAY success, versus all last week when he was basically LIVING in there with very little success. Of course, I was reminded a million times that he can get messed up again ANY SECOND, but I'm crossing my fingers that he's going to be good eating the special food.

I found someone to cover me on short notice for tonight which helps A LOT, because otherwise I'd be spending every second at work being worried. Not to mention I haven't slept yet - I took a nap from 11:30am-1:30pm but was too tightly wound to sleep after I heard I could take him home today.

At the moment, life is great. <3

Woe is me

Jan. 14th, 2011 04:56 am
spritechan: (Lost - Made with Jears)
I don't know what happened to me yesterday. One minute I was fine, just job and apartment hunting like normal, then.... BAM! Intense depression, listlessness, everything was gray and my life was THE WORST EVAR.

I called Steve on my 10-minute drive home like I always do, but he can always tell when something's wrong because my voice gets this tight, squeaky quality to it when I'm about to blow. He insisted on talking me down from the ledge, but like, there was nothing to be done! I was just wrapped up in this cloud of despair and complaints and saying "I don't know" at the end of every sentence. It was almost surreal, how I felt. Like I was just floating along, being a part of The Machine and not being or doing anything worthwhile.

He was very cute and tried very hard to cheer me up, and it worked for a bit but I was quite depressed. I ended up just laying in bed all day. I had to go to bed early to get up for my 2-hour meeting this week anyway. I had bad sleep, dreaming about job applications and housing and money. It was not helpful. When I was at my meeting I was a bit better, and when I woke up today I wasn't listless anymore.

But still, I am down. I need to let my depression run through me, embrace it, so it can go away. I anticipate a lot of sleep while Steve is at work tonight, or at least a lot of staying-in-bed-cuddling-the-kitties-at-my-private-pity-party.

Woe is me

Jan. 14th, 2011 04:56 am
spritechan: (Lost - Made with Jears)
I don't know what happened to me yesterday. One minute I was fine, just job and apartment hunting like normal, then.... BAM! Intense depression, listlessness, everything was gray and my life was THE WORST EVAR.

I called Steve on my 10-minute drive home like I always do, but he can always tell when something's wrong because my voice gets this tight, squeaky quality to it when I'm about to blow. He insisted on talking me down from the ledge, but like, there was nothing to be done! I was just wrapped up in this cloud of despair and complaints and saying "I don't know" at the end of every sentence. It was almost surreal, how I felt. Like I was just floating along, being a part of The Machine and not being or doing anything worthwhile.

He was very cute and tried very hard to cheer me up, and it worked for a bit but I was quite depressed. I ended up just laying in bed all day. I had to go to bed early to get up for my 2-hour meeting this week anyway. I had bad sleep, dreaming about job applications and housing and money. It was not helpful. When I was at my meeting I was a bit better, and when I woke up today I wasn't listless anymore.

But still, I am down. I need to let my depression run through me, embrace it, so it can go away. I anticipate a lot of sleep while Steve is at work tonight, or at least a lot of staying-in-bed-cuddling-the-kitties-at-my-private-pity-party.

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