I have been told last week that my writing sucks again, it has brought me back down. My Ego was hit, and I feel that I’m a fool and a sham. I am a writer who has issue’s writing. One who doesn’t have the crisp clear wondrous words that flow smoothly down the stream of the mind. It is a desert of few words a place that causes concern. I look at Instagram liking people’s pictures, but how can I pay bills doing this. I’ve set up my blog to try to make money, but how can I when my mom’s the only one to read this (hi mom, I love you). How do I work without working? This isn’t possible is it?
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Sleep Apnea Can Cause Mental Illness
#articles #news #guardianlv #sleep #bipolar #mental #illness #breakdown #mood
Sleep Apnea Can Cause Mental Illness http://guardianlv.com/2013/08/sleep-apnea-can-cause-mental-illness/
Monday, August 12, 2013
Bad Day
Everyone has a bad day, and man did I have a bad day. Saturday my wife was taking a nap when Titus our lab mix starts to love on her. As he was getting his belly rubbed, he smacks her in the eye. He ends up scratching her eye, today (Sunday) it looks bad, so we head to the emergency room. We decided after that while we waited for her prescription to be filled that we would get some groceries. It was an okay thus far. Then it was time for us to leave after the groceries and picking up her meds.
We then start to drive home. I thought I had enough room, so, I passed a guy. He pulls up next to me as he swerves into my lane and yells and flips my wife and me off. Therefore, in her frustration, she flips him off. He throws something out of the window and then again, swerves so I freak, and before I know it, I’m trying to slow down, and we hit bumpers. Well, I try to pull over so that I could stop, and he won’t let me, so I slow and get behind him. Finally, we stop he gets out and yells. My wife gets out as I look for the hazards since this truck was given to me, and I was freaking out I forgot where they were. He still yells then gets in my wife’s face. She at this time can’t see in one eye because of Titus. She then shoves him because she felt threatened. The guy just kept on walking forward, without pushing her back, pushed her back.
I get out. He just yells and cusses, and I apologize yet he was the driver who was being an aggressive if I did cut him off, I didn’t do it on purpose, but if there was room, he sped up enough for that room to become nonexistent. He should have just said idiot and not over react. I know I wouldn’t have, or maybe I would have. Again, I’ve been without a couple of my medications, so I don’t know what kind of mood I was in, or would have been in. I know I wasn’t pissed I was more scared then anything.
The guy says I’m taking your license plate, and I’m calling the cops. I apologize again, and then he says, “Just go home.” Then he leaves, there has been a few men watching this confrontation, so they are on the phone with the police. Instead of leaving the scene, we stayed until the police came. We stated our case, and the cop said nothing could be done. Well, after all this my truck ends up with a bent bumper the other guy had nothing wrong with his truck, before he sped off.
It was a bad day. I came home my wife talked on the phone while I was in the other room crying like a babe. My faith is weak, my mind too. I’m glad we are alive, but I hate driving. We all lose our heads when we get behind the wheel. It’s a fact!
Bad Day
Sunday, August 11, 2013
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