Last time I went in for physio, I booked my next appointment for monday 17th, then got called a few days later by the receptionist to say she’d booked it for the wrong date- the person I’m seeing wasn’t going to be in that afternoon actually, sorry, would wednesday be ok? I was on my mobile, so asked if she could send a reminder letter, as it was a dodgy line, and I was a bit busy to take notes…
So, today rolls by, I’m thinking ‘appointment at 4’, so leave at 3, and I badly overslept, so I didn’t go out shopping like I was planning, or go do some gardening, 'cos I didn’t want to be all muddy at the hospital, and I can’t shower more than once a day due to skin problems. Just hung around doing not very much, so I can be sure I won’t be late.
Double check the letter right before I go out, and it’s the 26th, not today at all. She probably did say the date on the phone, but it had registered as ‘the wednesday the same week’ in my head, and I’d just not bothered to check it.
My brain’s been doing so much of this stuff lately- I’m normally pretty organised, but I keep forgetting what I’m doing, or not checking stuff, and it’s really getting on my nerves. I think it’s 'cos I’m sleeping too much- got a nerve problem which means I can’t walk very far, and can’t really stand still for long, so I can’t do about half the stuff I normally do, and it’s painful to try. So I sleep. The more I oversleep, the more tired I get.
I feel like my head’s full of cotton wool, and I’m sick of it.
I went to bed early last night with a wicked headache. I went for a long walk in the sunshine in the afternoon, and I often get headaches after that. I drank a lot of water yesterday, but I still got a bad headache. Getting fresh air, exercise, and sunshine shouldn’t be a bad thing, dammit!
My brain automatically filled in the rest of your post with the fact that you had tried the turkey drumstick and it had worked. Your ending was less funny.
Someone in our apartment has bed bugs, and they’re treating the entire building with temps of 115-130 degrees throughout the entire apartment. They are throwing us out of the house for the entire day starting at 7am next Friday.- yes, that’s Halloween Weekend. We will have to remove ourselves, our cat, and several personal items (including some furniture) from the apartment for the entire day, and ‘‘when you return home expect the apartment to be a mess.’’
Thanks, that’s awesome, because I just finally got the sense of control over my life to thoroughly organize and clean the house, and I’m supposed to start work in my home office any time now.
Goddamn I can’t imagine a more inconvenient way to handle this. We’re going to have to pay for a hotel and a cat sitter and maybe a storage place and a fuckload of other shit because of these stupid fucking bugs that aren’t even in OUR bed!
Motherfucking Windows updates restarted my computer and I lost a couple of days of unsaved dissertation research. I guess that means I’m pitting Microsoft for turning off my computer when I don’t want it to be turned off and myself for not saving my work.
Little Bird, hang in there. It can’t last forever. (It only feels like it.)
They’re sending you to a hotel? Isn’t that where many people GET bedbugs? I’m so sorry you have to do this! It’s like they planned this to be as awful as possible, huh? And why aren’t THEY paying for a hotel?
No, they aren’t sending us to a hotel, I’m just concerned we may need to spend the night in one. I probably overreacted a bit about the expenses (maybe), it’s just that we don’t live anywhere near family and they want us to move a lot of stuff out of the house - pretty much anything that won’t withstand 150 degree heat. It might all fit in my car but I don’t know. I don’t know where to put the cat for the day. I don’t know how bad the house is going to be after - they used the words, ‘‘you may expect a complete mess.’’ You know, it’s just a lot of extra crap. My home reflects my mental state, and my mental state has finally been good enough lately to do something about all this disorganization. Just this week, after about three months of depression, I started doing the final unpacking and organizing and was feeling so much better. I got a lot done and was going to do more to keep the happy ball rolling, but now I’m just like, ‘‘What’s the point?’’
New Brunswick. You’re very kind and I have always wanted to meet you. I’m not sure what our situation is yet. We have some friends who live in the next building over, and if they are not receiving treatment on the same day, we’ll probably just haul all our stuff over there for the day.
Take a breath - once the fumigation has been done, you’ll know what you’ll have to deal with then, and you’ll deal with it. It’s a setback, not the end of the world. You know what this is called - catastrophizing.
Minor whiney rant. My old sick cat now has to have pills twice a day, plus his shot. He’s still eating, cuddling and purring. I don’t want to rush him to the Rainbow Bridge, but I also don’t want to send him early.
Anyway. Stupid fucking cold. I’ve been mildly sick for about 5 days. Which wouldn’t be awful, but it hasn’t been the same sick more than two days in a row. First was a sore throat for a couple of days. Eh, bought some lozenges. Then the sore throat was better but I started sneezing and my head was stuffed up. Bought some decongestant. Then for a day and a half, my nose was running like a faucet. Broke down yesterday evening and got some spray-dry-up-your-nose stuff. Used it once. Today, it’s not running anymore, but I have what’s starting to be a deep cough.
Stop it! Stop changing! Just pick a symptom and stick with it! My medicine cabinet is filling up with half-packages of stuff I needed yesterday but don’t need today!
