I wasn’t so sure I would write today. I just woke up from a two hour snooze. It’s now half past midnight. I had an easy day but I am still sick. I have been sleeping in spurts and it is pissing me off. All because of this damn cold that I got in my throat. I keep waking up in severe throat pain. I am not in so much pain now but I just took some vitamin D and now my throat is back on fire. Guess it didn’t like the powerade I drank to wash down the pills. And because I have not gone to the bathroom most of the week, I took some fiber pills to hopefully get things moving. I am not looking forward to it. With my nerve damage, moving hard stools or moving stools in general is difficult. It’s very easy to get backed up and because of my illness, I really let things get out of hand. I have not gone since Tuesday, I think. But I also have not been eating as much so that is good too. Less to poop.
I had an appointment with my psychiatrist today but was unable to keep it because I felt so lousy, physically. I am glad I didn’t keep it because just a walk to the store for cough syrup left me totally exhausted. A trip into town would have totally wiped me out. I asked if we could reschedule for two weeks, but have not heard back from her. I hate it when she doesn’t respond to my emails or even acknowledges them with an ok. Just lets me wonder if she got the email or if she is pissed with me for cancelling. I will never know.
I spent the day catching up with my DVR and then tonight I watched my Sox lose to the O’s. Sox did not provide any run support to the starting pitcher so got the loss in a shutout. They couldn’t even get a couple of hits together. It made me wish I was there at Camden Yards. I went to Baltimore once last year and loved it. It is such a great city. I hope to go again to see a ballgame. It would be easy to get tickets and probably would cost less than going to Fenway. Just read on twitter that a guy got on the disabled list for a bruised thumb. Are you kidding me? Dustin Pedroia has been playing all season with a torn ligament in his thumb, and I mean all 70 games!! Some men are pure babies when it comes to injuries.
This weekend is Father’s day. I am not doing shit for my father because a) I am broke and B) he is an asshole. For the past few weeks he has been complaining of pain in his right side. His oncologist thinks it is just scar pain. So what does my father do, goes to his primary who then sets up an appointment to a surgeon to look at it. WITHOUT TELLING ME. I got the call this afternoon from his primary, not my father, and was like what the hell. I have to reschedule the appointment anyways because I can’t take him and I doubt my sister is going to take off work to take him. I told the ass that if it gets worse to call me. But does he listen, no. Damn fool. I know he wants answers to his pain but I think it is just a pulled muscle and those things take a while to heal. I just can’t stand him. I mean it’s not like he is disrupting my schedule or anything. But I just hate him so much I don’t want to be around him. For all the pain he has caused me, this is pay back.
I was really hoping to sleep tonight. But I just can’t get it out of my head that I am sick and my cough doesn’t help. I can’t take anymore meds because it has only been two hours since my last dose. My throat is hurting and it sucks because there is nothing I can do for it. I am kind of hot in my room so maybe if I turn on the fan, I can go back to sleep.
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