I don't know how to say "got some" in french, just medicine. J'ai les medicaments. I think that's right. Sometimes I'm a little apprehensive about using French outside of the classroom environment. But yes, I did get medicine. The psychiatrist I went to see prescribed Pexeva, which is relatively new, apparently. I can tell you that it does feel like it's starting to work pretty well, and I started taking it on Saturday or Sunday.
Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning were both good, except Wednesday night I had an breakdown in the middle of church when they started talking about demon possession. Yea...that wasn't fun. It was a little embarrasing because I was pretty inconsolable for a while, there. But Thursday was good, especially because we had a school-wide retreat day.
You see, since I go to an arts school we're pretty much expected to do things that other schools don't do aside from being overpopulated by homosexuals and girls. This is why we have retreat day. You get seperated from your friends and get put into a group with people you may know if you are in any way social. I am not social and neither are my friends. NO ONE KNOWS US. :D We like to keep it this way because our favorite activity is gossipping about people we hate. So this was already not a good idea. When I'm around people I don't know and am having an OCD attack I get pretty touchy: I don't want to make a team cheer or a team name or God forbid a team poster. I think "Dark Rain" is pretty much the lamest and stupidest name anyone could have ever come up with, we could've had something ridiculous, random and meaningless like "Rabid Elvis" like all the other teams. No, I don't want to do a race which involves me doing jumpingjacks in front of the hottest teacher in the school. That's embarrasing, and I've already embarrased myself enough in front of him.
However, I did recover from this fog of hate and participated in several fun activities. That was nice for a while. But then after letting us talk to people we actually like at lunch they hauled us back into classrooms with our groups and gave us rolls of oddly colored duct tape to keep us quiet for a while. It was around this time I began to feel like something was not right. And then I knew that something was very not right. So I asked to go to the office. It was on this trek to the office that I noticed the something was VERY WRONG. And then I knew. Suddenly my stomach felt like someone was impaling with knives and my legs felt like they were being beaten with hammers. I NEEDED SOME MIDOL, if you get my drift. Luckily, I love the people in the office. If you asked me, the office is just about the best place in the world. After downing ibuprofen I decided that I would try to tough it out after sitting in the office for about five minutes. Well, after five minutes I decided that there was no way in hell I could tough this out and I didn't know why this cycle would be different than every other one. So I got to sit in the comfy chair with those rice things that you heat up for two hours playing with crossword puzzles and wordsearches.
Now let me explain something, my school is quite oddly shaped. It is a combination of four buildings: all but one are borrowed. The first building is ours, we just bought it and we still aren't finished moving everything in yet. This is the reason for the next three buildings. The second building is The Church Side. It is a church. The next is the Annex side, and we share this with two other schools. But we know we're the best and the two other schools know that, too. We have musical instruments, bitches! The third building is the ugliest and most terrifying, this buiding PCA. It takes tenth graders at least 8 minutes to walk from PCA to Main. And that's without backpacks.
So where I was going with this is that one of our buildings is a church and after school there was a funeral at the church so they had to clear us out fast. That meant that I had no time to change plans and ask our mom to pick us up instead of us walking to her work. So we walked. What's the good thing is that it isn't too far, I could say that I can see it from the school, but that's really only because it's so tall. But it's close enough. So we walked and stayed there for about an hour before we left for an appointment with the therapist. I always like going to the therapist, it's like going to the office, it feels very safe and warm and nice. I like going to the office, I like going to the library, I like going to mom's work, and I like going to the therapist's. After the therapist though, my mom had to go back to work but my sister and I could get some things to do so we wouldn't bother her while she was working. (We definitley didn't want to be home because our grandmother is crazy).
I decided I would take a book, my journal (in which I write everything in the world), and Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. But the DVD didn't work on the computer. And what should've taken my mom about an hour ended up taking about four hours. We left her work at 11:30. I did get to spend the last hour sleeping though since I take the anti-depressents at 9 or 10 at night and they make me really tired, so I slept under her desk. And that was my day.
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