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Sweaty palms.
Posted December 18th 2012 at 07:23 AM by i_like_black
Goshdarned humidity. My palms have sweated basically all day. Washing them with cold water is the ONLY thing that helps, but I don't want to wash my hands too much because I don't want my flatmate to think I'm OCD or something like that. Unfortunately, I have mild eczema, and I'm allergic to my own sweat, so having sweaty palms almost constantly is making it worse, and sometimes it really stings, like when something like shampoo gets on the raw skin. 
My flatmate is calling her cat, which means she's finally going to bed. It's not that I don't like her, it's just that I don't feel like talking to anybody at the moment, and she's quite talkative. Also, I've decided, fuck the tiny pills, I'm throwing those motherfuckers out, and I will resume taking my meds on Friday, when I get the normal pills, and only have to swallow once. I cannot throw out my meds when my flatmate is awake, she will see, and she will worry. Also, they're doing diddlysquat (aside from giving me drymouth) at the moment anyway.
I listed Sam's old washing machine and fridgefreezer on TradeMe last night (at her request) and when I got up this morning, they had both sold using the "buy now" option. The guy picked them up today, we were $40 richer. We spent pretty much all of it. I got tailies and food, Sam got food and some cups and some other random things.
Tomorrow is pay day. Sam's cat is not coming in so she hasn't gone to bed yet, but she will when he comes in I am assuming.
I want to cut but I'm going to have to be careful because everybody's like "clean arms for Christmas!", also, my keyworker is ony holiday and I do not want to have conversations with the crisis team. All told I'm actually being really well behaved, no fires, no motorways, no suicide attempts since the end of October. Bring on my license, I miss driving so much.
My cat is inside but my flatmate's is not. FML. I guess I'll keep on waiting, and browse the interwebs whilst I do so.
My flatmate is calling her cat, which means she's finally going to bed. It's not that I don't like her, it's just that I don't feel like talking to anybody at the moment, and she's quite talkative. Also, I've decided, fuck the tiny pills, I'm throwing those motherfuckers out, and I will resume taking my meds on Friday, when I get the normal pills, and only have to swallow once. I cannot throw out my meds when my flatmate is awake, she will see, and she will worry. Also, they're doing diddlysquat (aside from giving me drymouth) at the moment anyway.
I listed Sam's old washing machine and fridgefreezer on TradeMe last night (at her request) and when I got up this morning, they had both sold using the "buy now" option. The guy picked them up today, we were $40 richer. We spent pretty much all of it. I got tailies and food, Sam got food and some cups and some other random things.
Tomorrow is pay day. Sam's cat is not coming in so she hasn't gone to bed yet, but she will when he comes in I am assuming.
I want to cut but I'm going to have to be careful because everybody's like "clean arms for Christmas!", also, my keyworker is ony holiday and I do not want to have conversations with the crisis team. All told I'm actually being really well behaved, no fires, no motorways, no suicide attempts since the end of October. Bring on my license, I miss driving so much.
My cat is inside but my flatmate's is not. FML. I guess I'll keep on waiting, and browse the interwebs whilst I do so.
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