Dental-Phobe

OK, major admission time. I’m a dental phobic. As in the very thought of having to go to a dentist makes me get sick to my stomach, keeps me awake nights, and does fascinating things to my lower GI tract. It feels stupid to admit it, because I *know* there is absolutely no rational reason…

Boxing myself in.

Still avoiding the forum that was getting me so bent out of shape. Found another place to post, where some of the people from the old forum visit once in a while. Nothing there to trigger my anger, nothing to trigger tears, nothing to turn me into an ogre, unfit to be company to anyone….

A visit from Norway

I’ve yet again been privileged to add an internet friend to my list of face-to-face friends. These are artificial categories at best; if I’ve learned nothing else these past three years or so, I have learned that friendship has absolutely nothing to do with physical proximity. But it’s always nice to see the face and…

Hiding.

Still in a bad mood, still depressed, still impatient, still indignant, still a bear to put up with. I’d frankly walk out on myself, were it an option. The best damage control I can do is continue to avoid things that set me off, get my work done, go to bed early, and wait for…