12,781 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
1 Day Long Panic Attack
I’ve been having an anxiety attack pretty much since this morning. Tight chest, anxious but exhausted, the whole head pounding and neck tight bs. At least I was pretty sure it wasn’t a heart attack this time.
Continue reading “Monday Madness”
12,477 Days Alive
2 Days of Chest Pains
My chest still burns like it’s on fire and that a vice is squeezing my heart every time I breathe in too hard. It’s not fun.
I’m going to crawl into bed at my earliest opportunity and greet tomorrow feeling much better, I hope.
Take your meds, folks.
12,269 Days Alive
6,419 Books to Read
6 Drawers of Polish Put Away
1 Crying Jag
I was helping Tink and Stephanie unpack and put away some of the boxes from the Boxtopia that the living room currently is this evening. It didn’t go as well as I hope, but we got some things done.
Continue reading “Woe-Filled Wednesday”
12,262 Days Alive
6,177 Books On My Kindle
3 Hours At Walk In Clinic
2 Missed Steps on the Stairs
1 Book Started/Finished This Day
So. Fell down a couple of stairs at work today after trying to brighten someone’s day.
I am in a phenomenal amount of pain.
Continue reading “Gravity Works”
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.
Continue reading “Thanksmas and Flashbacks”
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.
Continue reading “Pleasantries, Perspective, Pain Meds, and PBJ”
Days alive: 12,176
Days till NaNoWriMo: 2 and counting!
Crochet projects worked on today: 1
Writing projects worked on today: 2
Lunchtime spent with J: 1
Frappa-Whatzit consumed: 1
Positions resigned: 1
I resigned from my job today. Cried in my car once I got to Moe’s, then again at Starbucks.
It was necessary, but so, so very stressful for me.
Continue reading “Dramatic, Traumatic, and Therapeutic”
Days alive: 12,169
: 2 Lean Pockets consumed
Hours slept: less than 6
Naps needed: all of them!
Days until NaNoWriMo: 9 and counting
: 632. And I’m still tired. Mgs of caffeine imbibed thus far
Gallons of : ½ gallon water consumed
: 4,298 Books left to read
I have had enough caffeine that I should likely be able to skip halfway to the moon. But I’m still exhausted. Which is hilarious as I got five plus hours of sleep last night.
Continue reading “A Little Post-Luncheon Update”
Days alive: 12,166.1
Hours slept: 2.5
Cats asleep on my right now: 3
Times I’ve done NaNoWriMo: 10
Times I’ve actually completed a novel: 0
Can’t sleep. Don’t want to read. Just kind of staring at the ceiling waiting for the alarm to go off in… whatever hours.
Continue reading “Insomnia Interlude 4”
I’ve been two days straight without sleep now. As in, two solid days awake. The new medication is really screwing with me.
Continue reading “Sleepless by the Yarnside”
Days alive: no clue.
Hours awake: lost count.
still have barely slept. I think my total is less than six hours for this week. My hands won’t stop shaking and I’m so tired my chest aches like I’ve gotten into a bar fight and lost- badly.
I feel like the terrible ice cream cone that’s melting faster than anyone can eat it. Like I’m just dissolving into a pile of useless, colorful goo.
I’m trying to power through. I’m trying to keep going. But I also called my doctor for help because I absolutely can’t continue like this.
Pray for me, and pray that sleep is no longer an evasive bastard.
Edit: typos fixed. I think?