Jul 19, 2018, 6:00 PM

@insomnia Oh jesus. I beg to not be put on them. Inevitably, once a year I get throw on them because I touched something I REALLY should not have (Or my husband thought a new dish detergent/clothing detergent was warranted and HOLY SHIT MY HANDS BLOW UP).

I sequester myself in the basement, my husband brings me down food, I have a TV and a fire TV and I hide. Because I unhinge my jaw and swallow people whole because they looked at me (I'm seriously not kidding), I'm starving all the damned time but I want nothing in the house. Or in the store. I pace and pace and pace, then cry, then rage, and then apologize for raging, can't sleep. At all. Maybe three hours? Shaking. So much shaking and twitching and it's 😐

I react VERY badly. But if it hits the point that my doctor goes "No choice, you need to" I go on it and we prepare the bunker, so to speak. They are a freaking miracle. But at the same time, dear jesus there has to be another way to make my immune system stop declaring nuclear war. There -has- to be.

Bunny on crack is what my husband calls me.