12,899 Days Alive
Today was an uphill battle. I woke up in so much pain I nearly called out. My whole body feels like a walking bruise again.
I told Peter, my psych meds doctor, about the trouble I have focusing at work these days. It’s so hard to get everything I need to done in the time I have. He’s going to leave my meds where they are since I’m “functioning all right” where they are now. I just hope my brain doesn’t throw a wrench in the good days I’ve been having.
Two days till the weekend. Might go see Sparrow, if I can finish their blanket. I’m close but I’m so tired lately I think my nutrients are out of wack. I’ve been craving bananas like mad for some reason, as well as steak and chocolate again. Usually means potassium, magnesium, and iron. I don’t chew ice chips but that’s lack of availability, not lack of desire.
Poor MJ was down with some kind of bug today. Kind of scarce on details, but suffice it to say he wasn’t feeling well at all. And sadly there was nothing I could do to help. I don’t know if I’ll get to talk to him again before I go to sleep. I may turn into a pumpkin here soon and crawl under the covers.
In other news, I got some plotting done; all the way through Chapter 18 this time! I’m still not completely sure what my endings are. I’ll get there, but it better be quick because I’ve only got ten days until NaNoWriMo starts!! Ahhh!
I really need to pick up a heated blanket. My muscles are all tense and I think it would do me good. Maybe next paycheck?
I have a feeling that if I’m not careful, I’m going to fall asleep while on my phone again like I did last night. I had more nightmares again, but I don’t remember what they were about now. I just remember feeling attacked.
I’m still sad. I miss Daddy and it feels like Papa doesn’t have time for me and Booga, while he is my biological father, is as communicative as a block of cheddar cheese.
Anyway. Enough whining. I am hoping I sleep better tonight.
Take your meds, folks.
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