Tried to be social tonight, ended up getting sick at the bar from a weird combo of anxiety and exhaustion.
I’m so tired.
Still out of Spoons
Category: Anxiety
Sunday Crocheting
12,427 Days Alive
8,112 Books to Read
$494.90 Spent On Lyrica
Spent the day napping, crying over cost of meds and in gratitude for my wife, and playing with watercolors and yarn.
The cost of my Lyrica is $500 a month. Out of pocket. Until September.
Fucking wonderful.
Today’s Totally Topsy-Turvy
12,421 Days Alive
8,104 Books to Read
1,956 Words of 50,000 Written
1st Day Of Camp NaNoWriMo
I’m still exhausted, so this will be brief.
Tuesday
12,408 Days Alive
Second day at work went well despite being absolutely exhausted. I had endless nightmares last night.
Bittersweet Endings
12,404 Days Alive
Today was my last day at the University. It was bittersweet as hell. My coworkers threw me a little going away party and I, thank my not waterproof eyeliner, did not cry!
Too anxious
12,400 Days Alive
I had a lovely meal with my cousin Kae this evening. But I still feel absolutely drowning in anxiety.
Tarot Tuesday
12,394 Days Alive
8,049 EBooks to Read
3 Cards Pulled
2 Doctor Appointments Tomorrow
1 Anxious Me
Tomorrow is for doctor’s appointments out the wazoo. Okay, only two but I don’t care for them and the one I’m going to see is an unknown male.
Sunday
Terrifically Productive Thursday
12,382 Days Alive
7,979 EBooks To Read
13 Regular Books to Read
1 Shadow Headache
I’m trying not to cave to the migraine that has been knocking on my brain since earlier this weekend. I’ll have to make sure to pack some imatrex in my bag tonight when I get ready for my little weekend holiday.
Continue reading “Terrifically Productive Thursday”Thoughtful Thursday
12,375 Days Alive
7,784 Books to Read
2,752 Steps for the Day
I am a little overwhelmed and burnt out today. I feel like there’s so much going on in my mind that I just need to be quiet outwardly.
Almost Anastasia
12,370 Days Alive
8 on the Pain Scale
1 Bag of Donations
I went through every article of clothing I own after work today. I have regrets in that I was already in pain before I began and now my body is screaming at me for my hubris.
Exhausting Existence
12,368 Days Alive
7,745 Books to Read
7.5 On the Pain Scale
2 Episodes of Death in Paradise Watched
1 More Square Made
I’m having a really, really bad fatigue flare up. Flair up, flare up? The latter. Anyway. Brain fog, exhaustion, really short emotional fuse, and the like right now.
I feel like a bag of broken glass been dropped down a concrete stairwell.
Shattered.
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