I woke up this morning and didn’t want to get up. I prolonged getting up until 1030am. It’s not normal to stay in bed from 8pm until
1030am. I knew I was down, or starting a
down turn but I couldn’t stay in bed anymore.
My back was killing me. I just
got up, put on gym clothes and headed in.
I knew that working out would
help the brain.
I got through a workout but was lost in most of it. There was a woman next to me who finished 15
minutes before me because I didn’t hear half of the “change stations now”
messages. I was happy to get out of
there I think my half hour workout went to an hour.
Did I mention ahead of me in the line at Tim Horton’s for my
coffee after the gym, was a truck with the license plate “JDIMSTR” as in Jedi
Master. All I can think is how “NRD” or “NERD”
would have been cheaper if it’s sold by the letter.
I made it home in generally okay spirits. It didn’t last. My husband is working on our taxes and I
couldn’t get my head around my part in it.
The parts of the taxes I do. I
just wanted to go back to bed. My head
was spinning. I don’t know how people with
this disease handle stress, go to school, work.
All the power to you strong peeps.
I really feel quite useless some days. I bite my nails and chew my face for a
living. I guess I write to you fine
folks too. But I really hope this course
in May and again in August help me to get motivated to get off my ass and be
successful in something. All I am
successful at right now is staying alive.
I have books to write about divorce, one night stands and Bay Street
damn it.
L
Not a happy camper today.
Guess what happens when a girl’s not happy, she eats cookies. Doesn’t help but sure tastes good. Yum. Especially home baked ones.
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