It's been a weird few days. Sunday started strong. I got up early and shaved my legs (which nearly always puts me in a great mood). Then, was a wonderful church service. I really feel so blessed to have this church in my life. Then, not long after I got home....bam! Fucking hits me....so damn tired....don't want to get out of bed.... OMG! I hate that! I really should've taken something to help me sleep that night, but I don't like to do that. As a result, I was up most of the night. It was a terrible night.
So, yesterday I was so tired, but Cal had an appt outside of Chicago. I spent the early morning making sure everything was in order (insurance, that the new surgeon had Cal's records, etc.). As it turns out, the new Dr. didn't actually have his OHSU records as they said (or they have them, but there in another dept). Man, was I pissed.... So, here we go again, new glasses prescription and come back in Jan. to see if it helps (which it never does). The surgeon said he doubted it would help, but thought we needed to try, blah, blah, blah. Had we HAD the records, he would see that we just went through this. So, I'll get the records again, and then we'll go back in Jan. Totally pissed as I wanted his surgery in Dec (so we could take advantage of him meeting his deductible). Ugh. Oh well....I guess there's a reason for everything. Anyhoo, that led to another sleepless night. I'm so, so tired...
Today I met w/ a new therapist. I really want to get my meds figured out. It turns out that she can't do meds and had to refer me to someone else, who I'll see next week about the meds. She wants to keep seeing me, so I think I'll give it one or two more tries. I really don't want to start over again. It took a good year with my previous therapist before I trusted her and felt comfortable enough to let go of everything. Anyway, I'm looking forward to meeting w/ the other Dr. next week to hopefully even me out somehow.
After the appointment, I stopped in to see my new friend Suzi. She manages a local bar in town. I brought us lunch, and I had a drink. As I was walking in, I ran into another new friend that was going next door for lunch. She grabbed her food to go, and we went in and visited w/ Suzi. It was so nice to have nice girl talk. I probably would've stayed longer, but this gal had come in and she drove me up the fucking wall. She was crazy loud and obnoxious. She kept calling herself a "day drinker" like it was the greatest title on earth. At one point, someone brought up Vegas and we talked about how much we love it there. I told them I was planning a trip w/ girlfriends for my 4-0 in a few months, but then I also said, Vegas can be dangerous. My friend and I kinda got into it, when I was there a little while ago. To which the "day drinker" says, "OMG. Me and my friends get into it all the time when we drink. We wake up w/ bruises the next morning, and someone will ask if so and so and I are okay. I'll ask why, and they'll tell me that we got into a knock down, drag out, outside of the bar." Really? For realz....? I just said, well, I mean, we didn't talk to each other. Holy shit. Mary started texting me, even though she was sitting right next to me. We were dying. A good 2 hours after I left, Suzi text me and tells me the crazy chick finally left. Oh well, it's a good story, I guess. Or maybe not...maybe you had to be there.
So, my diet is absolute atrocious! I'm a mess. Anyway, I meet with the trainer tomorrow. Hopefully she can help pull my head out of my ass. Wish me luck!
So, yesterday I was so tired, but Cal had an appt outside of Chicago. I spent the early morning making sure everything was in order (insurance, that the new surgeon had Cal's records, etc.). As it turns out, the new Dr. didn't actually have his OHSU records as they said (or they have them, but there in another dept). Man, was I pissed.... So, here we go again, new glasses prescription and come back in Jan. to see if it helps (which it never does). The surgeon said he doubted it would help, but thought we needed to try, blah, blah, blah. Had we HAD the records, he would see that we just went through this. So, I'll get the records again, and then we'll go back in Jan. Totally pissed as I wanted his surgery in Dec (so we could take advantage of him meeting his deductible). Ugh. Oh well....I guess there's a reason for everything. Anyhoo, that led to another sleepless night. I'm so, so tired...
Today I met w/ a new therapist. I really want to get my meds figured out. It turns out that she can't do meds and had to refer me to someone else, who I'll see next week about the meds. She wants to keep seeing me, so I think I'll give it one or two more tries. I really don't want to start over again. It took a good year with my previous therapist before I trusted her and felt comfortable enough to let go of everything. Anyway, I'm looking forward to meeting w/ the other Dr. next week to hopefully even me out somehow.
After the appointment, I stopped in to see my new friend Suzi. She manages a local bar in town. I brought us lunch, and I had a drink. As I was walking in, I ran into another new friend that was going next door for lunch. She grabbed her food to go, and we went in and visited w/ Suzi. It was so nice to have nice girl talk. I probably would've stayed longer, but this gal had come in and she drove me up the fucking wall. She was crazy loud and obnoxious. She kept calling herself a "day drinker" like it was the greatest title on earth. At one point, someone brought up Vegas and we talked about how much we love it there. I told them I was planning a trip w/ girlfriends for my 4-0 in a few months, but then I also said, Vegas can be dangerous. My friend and I kinda got into it, when I was there a little while ago. To which the "day drinker" says, "OMG. Me and my friends get into it all the time when we drink. We wake up w/ bruises the next morning, and someone will ask if so and so and I are okay. I'll ask why, and they'll tell me that we got into a knock down, drag out, outside of the bar." Really? For realz....? I just said, well, I mean, we didn't talk to each other. Holy shit. Mary started texting me, even though she was sitting right next to me. We were dying. A good 2 hours after I left, Suzi text me and tells me the crazy chick finally left. Oh well, it's a good story, I guess. Or maybe not...maybe you had to be there.
So, my diet is absolute atrocious! I'm a mess. Anyway, I meet with the trainer tomorrow. Hopefully she can help pull my head out of my ass. Wish me luck!
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