I don’t know what the rheumatologist gave me last Saturday. The tiredness is still there, but not the bone numbing fatigue from before. Or it could also be a coincidence.
That and I passed 500 posts and 100000 hits not to long ago.
I bought some chicken for dinner, but I think I’m just going to have an orange, chill out (I did play some Mario Kart) until Mythbusters comes one. Then I’ll find me a kitty to warm my feet and go to bed.
Well 501. My previous post was 500. And now I’m going to back to watching Einstein’s Universe (or whatever the Discovery channel program is called).
You know, the river in Egypt.
This pink pajama stuff is really throwing me for a loop. Fun flashbacks, panic attacks and all. I can’t write it down. I don’t know if it is because it was a part of a Christmas when I was still pretty young. I just don’t know.
I’ve tried to go back and do some art, but it just makes me panic more. Sadly, reading murder mysteries seems to calm me down. Maybe next weekend I’ll get up to Seoul. I can have them shipped, but there’s nothing like browsing in a bookstore.
I was going to write a blog post, but a recently shaved white cat is getting demanding. I didn’t get home until 9 and goodness forbid I didn’t feed her first. So before said cat meows her way out of her skin I better feed her. And to drive her point her home, she’s sitting on my hands.
How can I honestly be this tired. I skipped going to the doctor to sleep. I slept all day Sunday. And I do mean literally all day. The kitties stayed on/next to me. We were a nice warm bundle.
Here it is, 8 PM, and I’m ready to go to bed for the night. Even without meds, I don’t think I’ll have trouble sleeping. I want to pick up a bit (looks like a hurricane hit this place) but I can barely keep my eyes open.
Too tired to post. Been in bed all day. As hard as I tried to get up, I couldn’t.
Part of being an adult is doing things you don’t want to do. I went to the bookstore though all I wanted to do was stay in bed. I wrote more on my private blog though I wanted to shove those thoughts down deep inside. Most of all, I did my cardio/abs video even though I REALLY didn’t want to.
And believe it or not, the English book store did not have a thesaurus. What? Well, not completely too. There was a combo dictionary/thesaurus. Not helpful.
I also got my hair cut. For the first time, I was able to look at myself in the mirror. And you know what? It wasn’t the hideous thing I was expecting. Just an ordinary person. Those words, year after year. They can skew your mind so much that you don’t know what to believe. Now I know to believe what I see with my own two eyes, not what the tapes are telling me.
I swear, the calendar clicks over to October and the heavy clothes come out. Doesn’t matter it’s still 70 degrees out. Flip over another month, winter coats and gloves. Hello boys and girls, it was 60 degrees today. I was wearing a regular fall shirt and pants. No coat. No gloves. Just a scarf. A fashion scarf.
Oh yeah, I walked out today, and there were two people huddled under an umbrella. It wasn’t raining. It wasn’t sprinkling. It wasn’t even misting. I failed to feel any water come out of the sky.
How many years have I been here? And this still surprises me. My coworkers made me sweat today with all their layers and puffy ski jackets.\
Lucky for me, it’s November weather and my muscles feel like yo-yos on strings.
I’m going to get my winter coat cleaned tomorrow. I have somehow lost my hat and gloves from last year. So I’ll look for some cute ones (the perks of having a plain black coat, which is not so good with a long haired white cat).
TGIF to all waking up.
Really boss lady, if your son’s class is to start at 8:00 and go until 8:40, don’t start eating chicken with him at 8:00 and finish at 8:20. Then, don’t expect him to still get a 40 minute lesson.
I need to grow a backbone. I should have left at 8:40 just like the schedule says.
That is all. Thank God Tomorrow Is FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Just waiting for my heavy clothes to come out of the washer so I can hang them up.
I gained a kilo which made my doc happy. He’s worried I’m going down too fast. Didn’t make me happy though. Blah blah blah, nutrition, blah blah blah, health, blah blah blah blah blah.
There is one worse site for an IV than the back of your wrist… your foot. I couldn’t tolerate it in my wrist. Even if I didn’t move, it hurt. Probably because there were two separate bags (well, one bag, one bottle of fluid going in that little tiny vein.
I bought a pair of the fuzzy crocs. You can pry them off of my cold dead feet. I hate having the heat on in the house (the price of natural gas here has sky rocketed) and these keep my tootsies nice and warm.