Days Alive: 12,208
Bottles of Hot Sauce: 4
Slices of Chocolate Dream Cake Eaten: 2
Breadsticks Eaten: 3
Today was the annual “Thanksmas” event at the new adventure. And it ate up most of my day.
Thanksmas and Flashbacks
Category: Angry
Catch-Up, Cooking, and Commiseration
Days Alive: 12,207
Sweet Potatoes Diced: 4
Steps Walked: 3,918
Hours Slept: 2.5
Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 20
Tramadol Taken: 1
Cats Betrayed By Not Sharing Any Chicken Nuggets At All With Them Because I Am a Mean, Mean Mama Who Doesn’t Share Human Food: 3
Things I Forgot Today: 3
I’ve been kinda half-adding posts lately because I’ve just been out of spoons.
Reminder to self: write the damn post on Spoon Theory.
So, I’m exhausted, but I have a cute lady next to me (my Darling Wife), two cats resting on me (butt warmer and foot warmer, respectively), and the prep work done for the potluck tomorrow.
Relative Disquiet
Days alive: 12,191
Words Written for NaNoWriMo: 0
Words Left to Write: still 32,956
Rows Left in Shawl Main Segment: 17
I should be working on my NaNovel right now. But hell if I can get my brain to focus.
Pleasantries, Perspective, Pain Meds, and PBJ
Days Alive: 12,185
Word Count For NaNoWriMo: 15,515
Words Left to Write For NaNoWriMo: 34,485
Laps Around the Campus Building Today: 7
Times I Said “Pleased to meet you!”: 27
Slices of Supreme Pizza Eaten: 2
Episodes of Bake Off Watched: 2
Hot Cocoa Kisses Eaten: 4
The third day of my new adventure was lovely! I got the official tour of the facility. Met so many people… whose names I have nearly all immediately forgotten. Ah well. Miriam tried her best.
I wish I could offer some cheerful tripe about how my awesome night of sleep made for an amazing morning, a cheerful day at work, an easy day, and restful evening. But all I can say is that work was good, and I am in vision darkening levels of pain.
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Disappointment, Disturbed Dreams, and Decaf
Days Alive: 12,165
Hours slept: 4.5
Hours awake: 7 and counting.
Ebooks to read: 4,289 and counting
I’ve been awake since five, and woke up initially at two am. It’s been a fight to sleep lately. It’s been a fight to exist in general lately. Continue reading “Disappointment, Disturbed Dreams, and Decaf”
Drowning in Depression
Trigger warning, suicide mention.
Days alive: 12,162
Hours awake: only about twelve.
I feel like I’m drowning today.
I got sleep, probably more than five hours of it, with interruptions. I still can’t manage to stay asleep for all that long. It’ll get better, but I’ve been up since three am.
Down the Rabbit Hole: Day One.
Days Alive: 12,142.
Pain Number: 4
Hours Slept: 4
Number of unnecessary notebooks purchased today: 1
Chicken nuggets eaten: 19 (I dropped one.)
Days Since Diagnosis: 0
I’m not doing great today. I’m not cheerful. I’m not well rested or ecstatic to be alive.
I got a diagnosis today that I hate. Not cancer. I guess I can be glad about that. And it’s likely the answer to the issues I’ve been having since I have been old enough to know I’ve had problems. Finally having a name possible name for the jabberwocky on my back is an interesting sensation.
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