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Ananke Rose. In the library. With the pitchfork.

So this is a conversation that happened today between someone who is in no way a medical professional, me, and my brain:

 So your doctor doesn’t know what’s causing your headaches?

Not really, but they’ve run all sorts of tests. I just started a new medication.

I think you need to take some time to focus on you.

Who is it that you think I focus on…?

You should really start exercising.

Excuse me?

That was bold.

I had some headaches once and it really helped me.

Oh.

I see where this is going.

You know, just start walking or something. I think it would help take your mind off your head pain.

And on my hip pain…?

Have you considered it might be stress?

I’ve had a headache for 8 months. Straight. Yeah, I’ve thought of that.

Yes.

How do you feel about prescription medications?

I’m on six of them.

Do you seriously think I’m not taking anything???

You should be taking Xanax.

Umm…

That’s so weird… You don’t LOOK like my neurologist…

It would really help you relax.

I see.

*looks around the room* who are you talking to??

Seriously. Ask your doctor about Xanax.

You don’t look like my T.V. either… I’m pretty sure if my doctor wanted me to take Xanax, he’d prescribe it…

You are just way too stressed.

Thank you for trying to help.

Have you even met me…?

 

I don’t even know what to say about that.

 

 

 

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These chains that I wear? They bore me.

I know, I know. I already posted today. What a ham. But really this happened on the 17th, and this place wasn’t real yet. So bear with me.

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Things that happened in my head today. Er… two days ago:

PINCH THE FROG! Whoa, poor frog.  It’s like I’ve been stabbed in the gut. Or
kicked and stomped and then stabbed.  It’s rather uncomfortable.  It’s not
the frog’s fault though.

First Google image hit for “Pinch the Frog” (source)

Where are you, Chekhov? Engage the thrusters.
It’s like working in a zoo, but I failed the test. I do not have a
zookeepers license or credentials… and this damn monkey just Wont. Stop.
Laughing. I hate monkeys.
This guy has a silly snork too.  what’s a silly snork?

This, apparently. (source)

And then he dies in fits and boils. Not the snork.
Why do people say “it’s all natural” like that makes it automatically good?
Heroin is all natural lady, so back away now.

Also why do people say “it’s full of chemicals” like that makes it automatically bad? What exactly is it that you think you’re made of guy?

Your face is full of chemicals.

But, I haven’t seen your crocodile.
Oh god, my head. I think I’m dying.  Well, you are, technically. Slowly. But
why not painlessly? I probably wouldn’t want it to be painless.  I’d want to
know it was coming.
Because October is not November, nor is it September. Ever. Well, unless you
really wanted it to be. But we’d all have to agree.

Like this. (source)

I need my hair to not be my hair anymore.  It needs to stop now.
The last man standing gets eaten.
Sometimes I wonder if anybody thinks…

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