Hello! I hope you're all well. You have expressed some concern about me (you're all very lovely). I'm touched that you even noticed my absence. So, I'm writing this to let you know what's happening. For those of you that don't know, I haven't been around as much lately. Sorry about that. The reason for my absence is not depression, as some of you have suggested. I'm not dying, either. So, please don't worry. :smile: I'll explain from the beginning.
At the end of last year, I began to feel strange. My appetite was unpredictable and I felt mildly sick. I ignored it and assumed it was just an upset stomach or something. Having moved to a new house, I had plenty of work to do. Foolishly, I continued to ignore the sickness. The work continued and a week turned into a month - a month into two months etc. When the work ended, I realised how much worse it had become. Awful stomach cramps, erratic appetite, sickness, headaches, lack of energy - I couldn't concentrate and felt terrible. It's hard to explain, but it felt like I had swallowed a rotting rat, or something. My stomach felt full, but not in a good way. Eventually, I began vomiting. Bloody horrible. I had this awful taste in my mouth that wouldn't go away. (Again, the rat comes to mind.) Around that time, my mind exploded. I couldn't think at all - I did some stupid things like getting in the shower with clothes on. Honestly, I thought something was seriously wrong. With my mind in that state, I decided to avoid LPSG. (My posts had already suffered; in a PM, someone called me 'Plenty O'Toole' and I didn't even think to send this as a reply, along with a remark about my breasts not being big enough.
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To cut a long story short, I was feeling sorry for myself. Alone with my thoughts, I felt lonely and without friends. I have lost a lot of real-life friends, but they weren't really friends in the first place. Basically, I wasn't depressed, but feeling grumpy. I started to think the sickness was stress-related. After another week of thinking, I decided (because I'm a genius) to go to a doctor. I know, I'm brilliant - it only took me a few months! They told me it was food poisoning and that I needed to drink and purge my system. A week later, I didn't feel much better and wondered if the doctor was mistaken. I realise now that I wasn't being sick enough - I wouldn't let myself. So, it lingered. A very slow-burning case of food poisoning, it would seem.
Now, I'm feeling much better - 99% better. However, during the sickness I allowed my finances to get out of control. My own stupidity, once again. I can sort it out, but life is busy at the moment. Thank you for your concern and don't worry - I'll be back. ManofThunder, signing out.
At the end of last year, I began to feel strange. My appetite was unpredictable and I felt mildly sick. I ignored it and assumed it was just an upset stomach or something. Having moved to a new house, I had plenty of work to do. Foolishly, I continued to ignore the sickness. The work continued and a week turned into a month - a month into two months etc. When the work ended, I realised how much worse it had become. Awful stomach cramps, erratic appetite, sickness, headaches, lack of energy - I couldn't concentrate and felt terrible. It's hard to explain, but it felt like I had swallowed a rotting rat, or something. My stomach felt full, but not in a good way. Eventually, I began vomiting. Bloody horrible. I had this awful taste in my mouth that wouldn't go away. (Again, the rat comes to mind.) Around that time, my mind exploded. I couldn't think at all - I did some stupid things like getting in the shower with clothes on. Honestly, I thought something was seriously wrong. With my mind in that state, I decided to avoid LPSG. (My posts had already suffered; in a PM, someone called me 'Plenty O'Toole' and I didn't even think to send this as a reply, along with a remark about my breasts not being big enough.
To cut a long story short, I was feeling sorry for myself. Alone with my thoughts, I felt lonely and without friends. I have lost a lot of real-life friends, but they weren't really friends in the first place. Basically, I wasn't depressed, but feeling grumpy. I started to think the sickness was stress-related. After another week of thinking, I decided (because I'm a genius) to go to a doctor. I know, I'm brilliant - it only took me a few months! They told me it was food poisoning and that I needed to drink and purge my system. A week later, I didn't feel much better and wondered if the doctor was mistaken. I realise now that I wasn't being sick enough - I wouldn't let myself. So, it lingered. A very slow-burning case of food poisoning, it would seem.
Now, I'm feeling much better - 99% better. However, during the sickness I allowed my finances to get out of control. My own stupidity, once again. I can sort it out, but life is busy at the moment. Thank you for your concern and don't worry - I'll be back. ManofThunder, signing out.