Today was a dallying day. I got to sleep until 915am, giving me 15 minutes to get up, dressed and take my morning pills before having to leave to my appointment with my shrink. This is the doc that prescribes all my mental medication to keep me sane. My psychiatrist. I have to meet with him every 3 to 6 months to check in and talk about how my meds are affecting me and if we need to raise or lower a dose. I'm am still in the beginning period of this new medication, Safris, that is a dissoluble med on my tongue that I take at night to keep the voice in my head quiet so I can sleep. See, I hear voices in my head. I have DID, which used to be called Multiple Personality Disorder but they changed it because you don't really have all this different people inside you. I would have different aspects of myself that I didn't know about that would take over and I would have no memory of what was going on. I would black out. But with a lot of therapy and the right medications, I am integrated and functioning well. I'm still susceptible to stress making me revert back to the old coping mechanisms, but have worked really hard to find new coping skills so I don't have to go back to having black outs and forming new aspects of myself. I have internal checks to let me know if things are getting too much for me to handle and then I let my husband and my therapists know so we can figure out what I should do. That's one of the reasons I stay in therapy.
So I got downtown in time and Dr Fouss was running late anyway. We met, discussed some concerns of mine about not having really high highs or really low lows emotionally, when I was in some pretty emotional situations. We talked about if the medication needed to be cut back or if I'm really experiencing normal reactions. We decided for me to keep an eye on things, track them here, and we would leave the medication the same for the next 6 months.
I noticed when I parked downtown, there was still 3 minutes on my meter. When I added in the quarters to give me additional time, it took away that 3 minutes! Tomorrow I'm going to call the city and complain. They are ripping off peoples extra time that left in the meter and you are lucky enough to find it, and I want to keep that extra 3 minutes! When I came out of my doctor's appointment, I needed it as my meter expired, but I didn't get a ticket or they would have heard about it today!
I stopped at the surgery center and picked up my prescription for the prep kit for my colonoscopy on Tuesday. Then I had to get it filled. My insurance paid for the whole thing, so yeah!
By the time I got home, hubby was running late to work, I had the car. But he took the time to take me to Little Ceaser's so I could get their Hot Pack of a small pepperoni pizza and cheesy garlic bread. So yummy! I have been seeing their commercials on tv and really had a craving! It was $9 plus tax but I only ate a couple of pieces and I was good. Lunch for the next day or two!
I spent the rest of the day sitting out on the swing reading and making note of some of Joanne Fluke's recipes that I want to try. When hubby called me and told me he was going to the store for work, I gladly accepted a ride along to get some supplies to make Hanana's Banana Cookies that are supposed to taste like banana bread, this weekend.
Hubby was telling me about the things he accomplished today and I made the mistake of cutting in and asking him if he had gone to my crafting store, Michael's, and used their 60% off coupon to get his framing done. Took the wind right out of his sails. He got mad and we went in the store. I got what I needed and then I explained that I'm a fix it person. When he tells me something, I immediately think, I can help, I can fix this for him, when it's something I know about. But he said it comes out like I think he is an idiot and should have done it my way. I told him that wasn't what I was doing or trying to do and we both agreed that he would work on no taking my suggestions that way and I would try to jump in on the middle of his stories. He dropped me and the groceries off at home and headed back into work.
I spent more time reading and then after Frank came home, I started dinner. I tried to make my hash again, I had written down all the differences I had done in the recipe book but it didn't quite come out the same. It took some time as I didn't have the two cans of Rotel, so I used one can of Rotel and a can of diced tomatoes and a can of chili. With some extra seasonings, it came out close to what I had before. Only I didn't cook the potatoes long enough before adding the extra stuff so I had to simmer a lot longer and it got a little bit of a different texture. Still good. Frank really liked it and when hubby eventually got home, he liked it but said it wasn't quite there yet. He said it just needed curry and chicken instead of beef, then it would be this perfect Indian dish. I told him I don't use curry.
Tomorrow I'm going to do some laundry and start writing down the recipes out of Joanne Fluke's murder mystery books so I can return the ones I have read already back to the library on Sunday. Hubby is taking a week of vacation next week so we are trying to think of free things to do.
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