You're so lucky to not have to be on medication. I've been on it since I was in second grade. A lot of people are so against it but honestly..I've tried to go off of it and I can't leave my house. I just can't function without it. And to be honest, if you have the right dose, your mind isn't fuzzy or not normal or whatever. You're just not as anxious. It's hard to understand if you've never been on them!
Ok, and that is your choice to be on them. If it helps you, then good. It annoys many people that others are so against medication that has helped them, but many others are annoyed that everyone demands they be on medication. MY way of getting through mental illness was just being forced to live with it until I could figure it out. Others can (and should) be on medication if that’s what is needed for them to get better. The issue is not ‘haha, I’m not on medication, while others are for their mental illnesses. Weak!’ The previous discussion was about people who demand that everyone with any slight mental disorder should take medication because “YOU HAVE A SERIOUS, UNHEALTHY DISORDER. STOP COMPLAINING, SUCK IT UP, AND -GET HELP.” I’m always being told this. I find it insulting and no one else’s place to tell me how to live my life.
Also, (due to ‘online-speak’) I can’t tell if you’re telling me ‘I’m just not as anxious,’ or if it’s just a general ‘You’re.’
So, I was in my old bedroom at my old house where I grew up and my mom and I were cleaning the room. I still have stuff in there from when I was in second grade. Collections of everything I was obsessed with: Toy Story, Anime, A Bug’s Life, Ocean Group Canadian Voice Actors…
And I found my Animorph books. I remembered being really into them from, like, 4th-7th grade…and then I just moved on and never really collected anymore. But when I was cleaning my room, my mom asked if I wanted to hold onto the #1-39 books or toss them. I immediately said, “Keep them!” Then I hesitated…and grabbed all of them and drove them back to Chicago with me.
I. Can. Not. Stop. Reading. Them!! In fact, I’m going to go online and order the ones I’m missing. I can’t believe I never fully finished the series. I read the last book, of course, but seriously, now that I’m older, I’m finding I love all the characters. I was really only into Tobias (angsty art kid, I know!), but I’m really in love with all of them. And I’m remembering all these things! And Elfangor and the Chronicle books and AH! Must read more! Must read all!!!
So, as I’ve mentioned before, I work with two older guys. We’re kind of the full-time trio at the place of business. They help me out a lot and give me pretty good advice, but many times their opinions are just crap.
I’ve been driving a stick-shift car since I was 15. I got my license and my dad immediately made me do two or three hours of stick-shift driving everyday for two weeks until I could manage on my own. I drive a little Ford and I love it.
Anyway, I was talking to one of my co-workers and we got on the topic of stick-shift cars and how I drive one. He immediately scoffed at the idea and said that I’m probably one of those women who thinks she can drive a stick, but just rides the clutch the whole the time. Um, no. He then went on to smugly ask how I slow my car down when I’m about to stop. I said that I just put it out of gear and coast until I break or if I see a stop sign in the distance I slow down and down-shift until I stop and then put it out of gear.
"Ha! Coast to a stop. Exactly. The wussy woman way!" He laughed, only choosing to hear my first example. He then explained that when he used to drive stick, he knew his car so well that he didn’t even need to push on the clutch, he could just use the stick-shift on its own. Then he went on to explain that I’m probably ruining my transmission, because, as a women, I MUST ride the clutch when I drive. Because all women do.
When I began to explain how I do actually drive MY car, he just laughed and said that women don’t really know how to drive stick-shift cars.
And just like that, I was discredited. A man said that my way of driving was illogical and wrong and, boom, another silly woman driver. And it’s just really…kind of scary how easy it is for that to happen. I have to explain how I drive, how I shift, how I break, and how long I’ve been driving to even enter a conversation…and within seconds I am told I am wrong. So simple.
And it’s also amazing how my way of driving is a “wussy woman way.” If a woman does it, it’s automatically wrong, and the male-way of doing it is absolutely correct. How does one shift if you don’t push on the clutch? Is THAT good for your car? Of course, because the man does it. How does my own personal style of driving automatically become the wrong-incorrect female way of driving? Because apparently, that’s just the way it is, I guess.
Hi, this is a bit odd but I was browsing the prednisone tag on here and I saw your post. I was on prednisone for about eight weeks and all the things that you had talked about were fairly normal for me. I would just drink lots of water and wait for it to get all the way out of your system :)
Thank you! I had a weird episode yesterday where I almost passed out and couldn’t function very well, but I’m feeling better. Still an insomniac, but I’ve been getting two or three hours of sleep here and there. Hope it’s out of my system soon!
I don’t really know if it’s just a brand new anxiety or a side-effect of this awful steroid I just finished today. It turns out that I had bronchitis for a month and just didn’t do anything about it. So, right before Christmas I finally dragged myself to the doctor. She listened once to my lungs and said it was a good thing I came in because my lungs were wheezing! Well, besides that she gave me a Z-pack of an antibiotic and an eight-day prescription of Prednisone.
I believe when I stopped the Prednisone for two days (so I could drink on New Years, oi!) I really fucked myself over because I became blindly wasted after only a few drinks and spent the entire night and entire next day puking and almost passing out. From that day on, I haven’t slept. I finished off the drug this morning, but seriously…I really haven’t slept in four days/four nights. Well, ok, I may have slept for two hours last night…but that may be it. Yet, I don’t feel tired. I feel weird, but not exhausted and not like I wanna sleep. I can’t sleep. This has never happened before. I’m kind of freaking out. Had a crying fit on the drive home and now all better again. And by better I mean blank :/ I really hope this isn’t going to be a forever kind of thing.
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