Finished my first aid course today. I want to sleep for days after being as medicated as I've been these past two days. Yesterday I was medicated to the point where I felt normal (well, as normal as I, IllusionOfHappiness, can expect to feel) around a room full of strangers. Mostly immature teenagers, for whatever reason. I was elated, sitting there looking around at everyone, and not being so self-conscious about myself that I wanted to dash home. That feeling was followed by a wave of sadness last night, knowing that I'm very rarely allowed to feel like that due to dependencies. It was just so fucking amazing to feel
normal for a little while with the beta blockers and the benzos. It was so
freeing! It was my "this is how other people must feel" moment, and I almost couldn't handle knowing that I will only ever feel that if it's simulated through meds.
I was also upset because last time I took one of these courses, we went over the exam questions as a group so nobody paid $110 to fail. Not this time! But I passed, and I couldn't have been happier about that. Today we had about 3/4 of our class missing because some of them only needed day 1 of the training, and others were taking day 2 another weekend (which costs more money but I suppose not everyone wants to give up both of their weekend days at once). Less people, less stress. Things were a bit more laid back today. Since there were so few of us there, once the second part of the exam came around we all just bounced ideas off each other and hollered out educated guesses to each other while the instructor basically encouraged it. We were a HORRIBLE group to him. I felt bad. I couldn't believe I was stuck with these whiny, self-entitled [BEEP] disturbers who spent most of their time there taking selfies, checking their makeup in their phone cameras, and swearing like truckers. I chatted with them while I was there, but I wouldn't even want to give them the time of day outside of that building. Yikes! What an awful bunch. And what a strange thing, trying to assume the role of one of them when we had nothing in common.
Anyway. I bought myself some celebratory wine
. I may not get past half a glass, though. I'm exhausted in more ways than one.