Guy Fawkes' Day is November 5
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In 1605, a person named Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the British Parliament with 36 barrels of gunpowder. He, and his band of fellow conspirators, were caught after one of the group sent a letter to King James of England warning him to stay away from Parliament. Guy Fawkes was imprisoned and eventually put to death for his trouble, although modern British people remember him as "the only man ever to enter Parliament with honest intentions!" |  |  |
Nowadays, the British mark Guy Fawkes' Day (or simply Bonfire Night) by building bonfires and letting off fireworks. Traditionally, children made effigies of Fawkes from old clothes stuffed with newspaper, and display their "Guy" in the streets, asking "Penny for the Guy?", and expecting to receive some money. Guys were then thrown on the bonfire at the height of the celebrations.
Big firework displays are organised in public playing fields and open areas, usually with huge bonfires. The bonfires often take weeks to build, and in small communities and villages everyone will bring some wood to add to the pile.
The events of 1605 are also remembered in a nursery rhyme.
"Remember, remember, the 5th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
We see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot."
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Wow, I hadn't thought about you in ages, but there you were consuming my night.
Let's call it Day 14
Ok, so today is the last day of my sample pack, and I hate to admit it, I feel a hell of lot different. I don't want to say better, because I don't truly think of anxiety as a sickness, so much as something that holds you back.
But now I can talk to people without feeling the need to cry which was the strangest feeling. Its awesome.
I just feel really lethargic lately. I'm always tired and my head feels like its always taking a deep sigh. When I do convince myself to go to the gym, it's all good. I just have to get there first.
On ward and upwards
Days 7-8-9-10
Well it was a long holiday weekend and just lazing around you forget things. Such is the case with the medication. On Day 7 (monday) I finished up the last of my first sample pack. After that I simply forgot, so Days 8 and 9 (Tuesday and Weds) no pill was taken. I wonder if this could attribute to the sick feeling I've been having for the past few days.
I awoke on Day 8 with a beer bubbly feeling in my stomach. You know a foamy full feeling, and have been feeling exhausted and I'm not doing much. I did go running both Day 6 and Day 7 for 3 miles and felt good, but I still haven't been sleeping through the night.
Here it is Day 10 and I've started the second pack of samples from the doctor. Not quite as tired as previous days. Yesterday though, I thought I had lost my sadness all together. Which I was both happy and dismayed for. But thankfully, after going home I found my anger, so I still had some feelings. Then after acting class I found my sadness so all is well.
Day 6 - Sunday
Ok, celebrated some last night, and didn't drink enough water. Today I woke up at 5:30 AM. Again good, b/c I haven't been sleeping through the night like I'm supposed to be.
Went out for a 3 mile run at 7am. Needed to do something. On the way back started to feel whoozy, think I had too much sugar and carbs yesterday. Need salt. Not too much food. So we went and sat in the movie theatre all day, loaded up on water and popcorn. Then we went and had some wonton soup and ginger ale. Felt much better.
Taking my pill at 9pm.
Day 5
Still feel tired. I slept in today until 8am, woohoo, that's a plus for me. Took the pill in the morning. Had some drinks with the medication. The pharmacist said it was ok to have a few drinks.
Eye isn't twitching today. Felt tired at 6pm.
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Day 4 - woopeeeee it's friday
Ok, so yesterday I took my "wonder drug" at 5pm when I was feeling tired. I tried to nap, but that wasn't going to happen. So I got up, begrudgingly and went to class. Class was good, no feelings of sadness so that's always good, especially when you have to get up in front of a large group of people. I did have a headache and my shoulders hurt. The shoulder thing is most likely due to my online addiction, and the headache due to summer being here and all the fans and air conditioners always bug me.
Still didn't sleep thru the night, at least I made it to 4:50 AM today. Kinda tired. Kinda feel groggy, but again I think its because of my headache and sinus' bugging me.
Otherwise all is good. I haven't seen Cybil in a few days. I hope she's alright.
What was really cool though was last night in class I was asked to go in front of the class and read and I didn't cry. It was the greatest feeling in the world. I stood there and spoke with/to the teacher IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY and nothing, no tears. That was the best FNg moment ever.
But when I got home I wondered if it was just that I was feeling confident at that point, did Cybil take control. I don't care, but I do, b/c usually in that moment, in front of the class when the teacher is talking to me, I know he's just trying to help, but I feel I being used as an example and everyone else is thinking 'SIT DOWN YOU SUCK'. Maybe just give me placebos and I'll be fine.
You know I vacillate between thinking its all in my head and that I am truly sick. And that is the frightening part. You see, my father is like that. A highly intelligent man, and he can talk you into anything. He missed his calling he should've been a salesman. He's well read and I know he knows what's wrong with him, but he'd rather just avoid it. At least I want to fix my problem, and god knows that I don't want to have to take drugs for this to stop. It just got to be too much. I couldn't even talk to people without tears running down my face. WTF. It was that final time in class last week when I'd had enough. I need help NOW and if the pills will fix it, bring 'em on. I don't want to think that just put a bandaid over the problem and you won't be able to see it. Trust me I know I'm screwed up in the head. But when a nearly total stranger to you (ok, he's not a total stranger, as he's looked up into my innerds once a year, yes, he's my doctor) notices right away that you're in a mild panic attack. That's not good.
Hence, why I'm here. I'm keeping track of all this, because when I'm better and Cybil is gone. I want someway to remember how things were.
Feel today?:
My right is still twitching. Tired. Nothing else obvious.
I was going to try and take the pill before I went to work, but forgot it, so I guess I'll take it at 5.
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