Today was a dispiriting day. I took my Safris and went to sleep about 1am. I woke up about 6am having to pee. I thought that maybe I would have a hard time going back to sleep, but I didn't. I woke up again just after 9am, with a huge pain, stiff on the side of the neck, my left, that I hurt myself when I fell early Friday morning. I was laying on it. Bad!
I got up and took an Ibuprofen, 800mg, that I have prescribed for my switching headaches I used to get. I still get tension headaches so the doctor still prescribes them. But I knew that it would take effect in a little while, so I got some yogurt and my cola and went back up to bed. I watched some Criminal Minds on ION tv channel until 10am, then turned it over to Quincy on ME tv channel.
I had planned on getting up and stripping the bed, doing laundry, making the Applesauce and cinnamon ornaments, but damned if after every episode of Criminal Minds, I decided to watch "Just one more." I felt listless and unmotivated. I felt like the bedbugs just weren't a priority for me and I didn't want to do anything. All day Sunday I had stayed in bed, hubby doing a big load of clothes, washed, dried, folded and bagged. He brought them upstairs and I just left my on the trunk so I could put them away today. Did I do that today? Nope!
Saturday, hubby and I figured out how much money we had, went through the freezer and figured out food until we get paid tomorrow, Tuesday. We went to the store just after it had been snowing for a couple of hours. With all the food stuffs we needed, I bought some Poise pee pads to start wearing. With me no longer taking my bladder pill, I'm not sure what to expect. I got the moderate protection, so if I start to pee, maybe I can make it to the bathroom before the pad gets filled and I wet my pants. I'm kind of depressed about this. I think that, along with everything else that has happened, I'm going into a depressive state, or finally letting it happen. I'm kind of beat down by my situation and everything. Christmas isn't helping.
It probably doesn't help that I spent all day watching Criminal Minds, a show about murders that commit serial murders that this special department in the FBI has to be called in to solve the cases and find them and save their latest victim. I got bored, so I started reading a book, a collection of short stories written by different people. I don't like short stories, if the story is good, I don't want it to end, I want more. If the story is boring, I feel obligated to finish it anyway. If the story is bad, it just pisses me off. These were, hmm, kind of intense. Each story is a small slice of an intense situation of a different person's life dealing with things like revealing to her mom that she is gay, breaking up with a first college boyfriend, seeing a friend that he slept with once when he was drunk and it turned out bad so they just became friends. Stuff I usually don't read. I didn't know the book was a collection of short stories when I checked it out at the library, I just liked the title and half read the inside cover. But I didn't have anything else to read so I kept reading it. I don't think I will finish it.
I came downstairs at 5pm, to get dinner started for Frank and hubby. I was making Italian chicken for them, I didn't think I could eat it. Italian chicken is just frozen chicken breasts with Italian dressing put over them in a pan, covered in foil, for 45 minutes at 350 degrees. Then I take off the foil, cover them some more in dressing and bake them for another half an hour uncovered by foil. Hubby likes his chicken kind of dry.
I made noodles, from a package, that had spinach in them. After I boiled it for 7 minutes, you take it off the burner and let it stand for 2 minutes. They were still a little soupy so I put the burner back on low and cooked them until they were just right for me. I put some salad mix in bowls and set the table for hubby and me. Frank said that his tooth was really bothering him and he couldn't eat.
Hubby got home about 7pm, dinner was ready about 15 minutes before. He was running about half an hour late. We sat down and ate together. I had two bowls of salad and some noodles. My stomach is kind of iffy right now. I drank a glass of diluted eggnog which normally would help, but not tonight.
Starting since Friday, I have been on a lowered dosage of Safris. I was waking up early and not being able to get back to sleep, but couldn't tell if that was from the pain or the lower dose. Sunday and today I'm noticing changes in my mental state, the depression, but don't know if that is from the situations. But both Sunday and today, I have stayed in bed all day and done nothing. Tomorrow I see Steve, my therapist, and get to tell him about all the stuff that has happened over the last couple of days and the lowering of my meds and passing out, hurting myself and everything.
When frank cleaned the kitchen a couple of weeks ago, he moved the scale downstairs so I haven't been able to weigh myself and see if I am losing weight. I haven't been eating much but maintaining about 174 pounds. I'm taking a multi-vitamin and calcium and other stuff but not eating much protein. Tomorrow I have to go pick up another blood test meter and strips so I can check my blood sugars since I'm a type 2 diabetic.
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