Apparently I hold things in ~

So on Saturday just gone I paid a visit to our local hospital emergency department.

Felt like I was going to have a heart attack, almost fainted on the 17km drive from home to the hospital three times, felt like I was going to literally kill myself getting medical help.

Turns out that my back / neck muscle spasms are causing me some tension NO SHIT SHERLOCK! also turns out I am extremely stressed.

Apart from a lack of blood flow to my head ((YEH YEH I can hear the snikering now and all the blond jokes)) I had an acute panic attack, which in itself can be as dangerous as what I thought I was having...

Anyway to cut a long story short the doctor said the following to me and I am following doctors orders this time:

Go home get drunk.

Get your posture back on track, it'll hurt but its better than being here.

Cry more, or at least cry a little once a month.

Ice pack your back and don't get any more deep tissue massages (turns out hot angry muscles get hotter and angrier with manipulation)

Learn to whinge, and not just boring whinging, learn to sound like a stage actress in the deepest drama, whinge and be free of your stresses, allow yourself to sigh deeply after your whinge and feel like you've run a marathon.

Let yourself have a bad day. We're all human, too bad it doesnas't seem like it most of the time but everyone is like you, they have stresses, they have tension and they let it out.

Lastly!!! he told me that my heart is fucking healthy as a race horse, my blood sugar is perfect for someone who smokes, drinks too much and eats a vary well.... weird diet. Along with the fact I am not depressed I am actually strangely logical I should in his eyes recover fully from my acute panic attack with no ill health.

I think the above reccommendations he gave can be applied to everyones life don't you??

SO whinge for today? I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO over stupid fucking people. My property manager (we rent) replied to an email (always have everything in writing) about me asking for the slasher guy to do the 2 acres of sodden, looong grass "I'll have to ask the landlords" think whiny little 13 yrs old voice

So I gave it to her, fucking moron. I asked if she had ever mowed a lawn - err NO, so I said

The next time it pisses down with rain for 6 months solid why don't you get your boyfriends mower, start the fucker up and try mow 2 acres of lawn.

So a slasher guy turned up this afternoon. If she had bopthered doing her job and looking at the properties history she would have known that we didn't even need to ask it should have been done every 6 weeks, with the wet obviously no point, but as I said, she is 13 (No offence to intelligent 13 yr olds)

Thats my down load.