GamerGirl87's Journal

This morning was pretty awesome. I slept in and went to my pdoc, got my lithium bumped up, talked about how I'm not getting to go on my Spain trip and how big of a decision that was and left feeling good. I went out to lunch with my mom which also went well. I came home and read and played video games. My friend who is on a church retreat started txting me, which isn't unusual. We text constantly. It was all cool until she started complaining about how mean her mom was being and how much her wrist was hurting and how much she was freaking out and how she is chewing her fingernails and how she is feeling awkward with some guy and blahblahblahblah. and I feel bad for her. I really do. And I'm sure that she is really stressed out and might be going through a difficult time. But it's really, really hard to sit there and listen to that and act like it's a big deal and she needs a lot of help to get through it when IT'S NOT! I love her to death, but I am still trying to understand my bp and I am no where close to being in control (if you can ever be in control) or to understanding how I feel. The worst part is when she starts talking about how much her life sucks, it makes me tense and kinda pissed off. She knows about my bp and I don't want her treating me all special, but it would be nice if she would take into consideration that maybe her freak outs are no where close to being a big deal.

BAHHH!!!!