So Long and Skip-Bo

12,337 Days Alive

5,351 Books to Read

207 Book Reading Challenges To Pick From

6 Days Till the Next Adventure Starts!

5 Games of SkipBo Played

2 Days Left in 2019

>1 Day Till We See J and Bill6 and Give Them Their Belated Yule Gifts

We’re in the home stretch of 2018 here and I have never been so glad to see the back end of a year.

If I had to boil 2018 down and spit out a phrase, it would be “catastrophic amounts of change”.

2019 will be better.

I have to keep telling myself that.

Today was mostly spend struggling to get the hell out of bed.

I’m still having horrific nightmares and flashbacks every damn night. I’m perpetually exhausted. And I’m also stuck in mega fast forward. My entire body hurts. Every joint is in pain and finding a comfortable position sitting or lying down is near impossible. It makes me wish that my CBD pills weren’t $50 a bottle still. And if the visit to get my medical marijuana card wasn’t five times that it would be an option. But now I make less than $2k a month and have to be careful where I expend money.

The weather was nice, at least.

Fog choked skies and smattering of sunshine as my Darling Wife and I raced away from Downtown Tampa towards Deej’s home. Subway was the meal of choice and I heartily enjoyed the tuna salad bowl I got.

The incessant pain made today’s visit a little less fun. I couldn’t help but be uncomfortable but I tried to have fun anyway. We played SkipBo with Deej and their momma. It was fun. And I even won a round!

I’ve got to turn in for the night. My head is honestly killing me.

Take your meds, friends. And never be afraid to ask for help.

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.

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Today is Not Pretty

Days alive: 12, 179

Day of NaNoWriMo: 1

Words Left to Write Today: 1,310

Words Left to Write for the Month: 49,643

Times I’ve Cried Today: 9

Days Till My Next Adventure: 4

Things I Did other than Write: 19

So far today, I’ve been bizarrely non-productive, or at least busy and not doing what I should be? I’m not having a great mental health day. I barely slept last night. I think I read most of a 100k word count fanfic because I couldn’t bloody sleep.

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