Grounded After Takeoff...

Situational Depression....

I never thought this would actually be some type of diagnosis AFTER I visited my doctor today. With a low blood count, and my stress level a good 926 out of 1000, I am on my way to an ulcer, where I am being given some stomach shit to take care of. Don't ask why, but we both are in agreement that it is the job.

Say goodnight to that shit after tomorrow.

Other than that, I was asked these questions about suicide and hurting myself. I never been barraged with these types of questions before considering it is me that is always cracking jokes to lighten up a situation no matter how bad it is. Only this time there was no jokes, still I denied any thought on the matter, simply because she requested Prozac, Zoloft, and a host of other pick me ups to remedy this down shift in mood.

Look, I have enough to deal with opening a pack of Skittles, I'm sorry but that shit is NOT for me, get it?

I will find remedy by doing what I do, play ball, talk to friends, find the things that used to make me happy and stick with them for awhile, I have 3 days to do so and at least get enough rest to start next week on point. I am in the process of changing jobs so the stress has died down a bit, although there are other things in which contribute to this feeling I have, they are not as big as some may think. With that said, I don't expect hitting yall with a post where I need an organ, a minister, and a eulogy.

Damn, I should've took the Prozac though, I could make a killing :)