Supper was chickie strips baked in BBQ sauce, broccoli, peas, and N.O.T.-n-onions. Roxy just had some strawberry frozen yogurt and she’s watching videos on my tablet. The guys are packing one last load to be moved. They’ve got to be exhausted.
I’m pooped, and I haven’t done a whole lot today. Painting tomorrow - shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. I hope.
Dinner here was chicken simmered in a nice sauce velouté with garlic mashed yukon golds and fresh green beans
Well, dinner here was a surprise…I had a salad bag to make my Big Bowl O’Sallit, but when I opened it it was mushy and unedible. Double-checked the sell-by date, it was 30 August, so I don’t know what happened. Ended up cooking a big pot of noodles and gravy, not the most nutritious meal but it filled the spot.
Nappage this afternoon and the rain came by a couple hours ago. Starting on my to-do list for the coming week, have soccer coaching penciled in Mon-Tue-Thur-Fri, but given the weather reports, it ain’t looking good. We’ll see what happens.
Alien, we’re used to it (somewhat) down here. It’ll be late October before it cools off for our 3-week fall season, then we’ll be ready for the cold season (here, anything under 40F is the cold season…)
All y’all have a god evening and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
My dinner was a burger, fries and ice cream cup at Waldameer between 
and 
rides.
Phone tells me it’s 57 and dropping outside.
Today’s accomplishment was some cleaning. Got the kitchen in much better shape than it was.
The rest of everything is… overwhelming and definitely going to be too much for me alone. In a dream world, it will/would involve some moving of furniture, which I can’t do. Roommate said she’d be back tomorrow to get the rest of her stuff and to clean. We’ll see, I guess. I have ECT tomorrow and a list of questions written out with spaces to write the answers. I’m sure I’m forgetting some/lots, but… better than nothing, I guess.
I’m starting to have my moments where I can sort of imagine becoming human again and life moving forward. Accidentally clicked on something on Facebook that took me to a whole bunch of job listings, including one in a the kitchen of a vegetarian restaurant, one cleaning kennels for one of the best animal hospitals in the area, and one that said something like “animal caretaker” for a place I had never heard of that, when I clicked on it, had a picture of someone with a ring-tailed lemur on a leash. My suspicions on that lean in the “roadside zoo, do not proceed without a lot of very critical research” direction, but the whole thing is currently a fantasy anyway, so… in pretend world, if I get better, maybe I’ll go take care of lemurs.
So… I mean, there’s a whole list. I have to manage my glasses/get an eye exam so I can get new ones, for one thing. I have to make a plan, food-wise. That’s one of those things… one of those things. I can mostly either aggressively ignore it, which results in a somewhat more normal life overall and also… an expanding waistline. Which is not a problem! I still have value! Or I don’t, but either way, it’s got nothing at all to do with my waistline. Still and all… almost 50 lb down from my pre-hospital weight, which was my highest ever. I don’t completely hate it. I’m not super eager to go ALL the way back up. But I am aware that a healing body needs more food in a day than half a cucumber and four baby carrots and that continuing this way is not wise, sustainable, or conducive to trying to put a life back together. So… I have to figure out a strategy that allows me to keep some control in both ways- neither go wild and blow up nor let the obsession rule my life. Flexibility without total chaos.
Then there’s driving. I feel like I’ve probably mentioned that before. I want to get a lesson with a driving instructor so that both they and I can see how close I am to ready to get back behind the wheel. That would allow for a lot more independence.
So… driving, working, glasses, overhauling my diet, and reclaiming my home. You know- no big deal. Easy peasy.
If ALLLLL of that happens, plus walking… maybe I can get a dog. Or, since we’re still in fantasy world, a ring-tailed lemur because not only are they (and all the other animals) definitely treated well and acquired responsibly and any money made that doesn’t go back to taking excellent care of them goes directly to primate conservation in Madagascar… but they also benefit greatly in terms of health and enrichment from going home at night with the employees, so I would be doing a really good thing for my lemur friend by bringing him home and letting him play with my cats. I’ll deck out a whole room with cool combination cat tree/lemur tree structures so that they can play and hang out together. Also, we’ll stop at Starbucks on the way into work and I’ll get him a Puppucino and myself… idk, something else really sweet with whipped cream. And since I’m sure the job definitely pays super well, I’ve got a list of people I’m sending on awesome vacations as soon as the world is pandemic-free.
You do seem to be getting better, and I like your fantasies!
Is there some way you can keep ex-roommate from entering while you’re at ECT? I don’t trust her an inch, and she shouldn’t be in there without you present–and maybe landlady.
That makes two of us.
Do you have a laptop or a tablet that you can put me on Zoom and you walk my face around following her from room to room glaring at her? I am reaalllyyy good at glaring at bad ex-roommates. Really good. Years of experience, regrettably.
Good luck with the weather tomorrow for your treatment trip. Hope there is something that seems appealing to you to eat first thing when you get home. I remember that feeling well. My Siamese just crawled into my lap, purring as I type these last few words. She sends you soothing purrs and some cat hair on the underside of your chin.
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Day 2 of a headache that is so bad I messaged my doctor and asked her to be admitted to the hospital. No real response, of course.
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Oh dear. Can you just go to the ER?