13,493 Days Alive
Well? I got turned down for one of the apartments I applied for. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Drills and Disapointment”
13,493 Days Alive
Well? I got turned down for one of the apartments I applied for. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Drills and Disapointment”13,492 Days Alive
I have my follow up dental appointment first thing in the morning.
I’m not looking forward to it, even though it should be a simple in and out process.
Continue reading “Of Work and Worries”13,475 Days Alive
4 Hour Dental Appointment
1 Sore Jaw
It took four hours to do my stupid dental cleaning and crown. Fucking hell.
Continue reading “Of Swimming and Soreness”13,464 Days Alive
$1,817.00 of Dental Work to be Done
18 X-Rays Done
1 Very Stressful Day
I partially cracked a tooth eating at work today. Despite my literal terror at the thought of going to the dentist, I checked my insurance and made an appointment.
Continue reading “Of Teeth and Terror”13,459 Days Alive
6 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches Made
1 Altered Plan
So. Today was an adventure in exhaustion. I didn’t nap on lunch, but totally nearly fell asleep at my desk.
I really need help with the chronic fatigue.
Continue reading “Of Cheese and Coloring”13,455 Days Alive
1 New Adventure
This is my final weekend evening with J and Bill6 before they start their transition up north to Ohio.
Continue reading “Of Fantasy and Farewells”13,453 Days Alive
50th Anniversary Luncheon at Work
1 Sunburned Nose
So. My medications make me more… let’s say “sensitive” to prolonged exposure to our dear shining day orb. Or I’m losing my ability to tan on my face.
Either way, I was stuck sitting outdoors this afternoon for the company anniversary luncheon. The bridge of my nose, and only the gorram bridge of my nose, is sunburnt.
My whole face was pink but we have an aloe plant out front that has, or at least had, a nice large leaf collection. It still does, for the most part. But yeah, after lunch, I looked pink.
The luncheon was nice. I managed to play normal whilst sitting directly beside my boss for two and a half hours. I didn’t rock or drum or anything. It was miserable but I managed.
Mentally, I am absolutely ready for this weekend. I’m so worried about Spock, though. My poor baby has lost interest in all food that isn’t his wet food. It could be many things, but he’s still drooling a bit. I can’t take him to the vet until I get paid, though. So I just have to be careful and ration what wet food I’ve been able to find.
If I had twenty bucks to spare that I hadn’t already poured into my gas tank, I’d buy some more food off Amazon. But hopefully I’ll be able to pick some up come payday.
Other than my toasted nose, I’m exhausted. And I want to have a relaxing weekend.
Here’s hoping my last weekend, for the extended foreseeable future, with my bestie J is a good one.
Take your meds, folks.
13,451 Days Alive
11 Weeks, 3 Days Till Moving Day
1 Disgusting Chicken Pot Pie Eaten
I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stand chicken pot pies these days. I’d rather beef or something.
Continue reading “Of Petulance and Pot Pies”13,450 Days Alive
15 Squares Joined
1 Snuggly Kitty
I’m in a fibromyalgia flare up. My heating pad is my best friend right now.
Continue reading “Of Crying and Crochet”13,449 Days Alive
If you’re someone new to this little corner of the universe, I have a lot of mental health issues. And some of them are kicking my ass and then handing it back to me on a platter.
Continue reading “Of Panic and Painting with Diamonds”13,447 Days Alive
1,300 Days Straight on PostmarkWonderland
Today was… rough. Ended well, though.
Continue reading “Of Potatoes and Problems”13,444 Days Alive
40 Minute Nap at my Desk on Lunch
1 Massive Headache
I doted on Spock this evening. Gave him wet food and some treats. I’m worried about him.
Continue reading “Of Hugs and Headaches”13,443 Days Alive
I don’t have good words today. I’m in fucking agony.
I’m going to bed early in self defense.
Take your meds, folks.