h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm feeling... There's not even a word for it.

Not going to explain why, or how, or what.

The smallest of my problems is that I was awake until 2am in fear and sadness, and was awoken at 6.30am by the fact that my high blood pressure from feeling so crazed had caused me a nosebleed. The nosebleed took about half an hour to go away because my heart refused to stop beating so fast.

And now the goddamn upstairs toilet is blocked with the tissues I used to stop the bleeding, and water is leaking downstairs.

AND I can't remember the last 2 weeks. They are a blur. I went crazy so many times that I can't remember what happened.

Lisa (about to call doctor in order to get psychiatric referal)

*pours a and hands it to poet*

This is the best thing after a nose bleed.

It's true...

The Irish used to give to pregnant women and people who had just given blood to build their strength up... (they still may, I don't recall)



Glorious!

< to Lisa and her>

* Tube*

Thank you all of you guys for all the kind s this time, and every time I've posted rants about how I'm feeling in my journal.
I've come the conclusion that I should stop posting things here (ie using h2g2 as a diary). This is part of my plan to learn to handle problems myself, because a lot of the time part of my thinking behind posting to my journal this way is to get support and even sometimes just attention from other people. I have been working on this plan for the last few days and it's been working surprisingly well.

And I'll be back and posting again soon I promise...

* Jimi and Menza too - got cut off when I copied it from somewhere, I think *

*Waves frantically and wafts under Poet's nose*

*finds plans for digging a Poet trap in back garden*



*puts the gnomes to work with their tiny spades and picks*

*hands Jimi the to use as bait*