Did way too much today. I woke up early to meet up with a friend but her commuter rail line had problems so she couldn’t come into town. I was sad as I really wanted to see her today. But we decided to reschedule so that was good. I then had a few hours to kill before my pdoc appointment so went back home and had my coffee. I also wrote a bit while making an appointment for my father and emailing a junk yard to see if they wanted my car.
My pdoc appointment went okay but I am frustrated that there is nothing new to try to get me out of this depression that I am in. I could go back to the Cymbalta but why? I will just get sick from it, eventually. So we go another two weeks without med changes and me suffering. I told her I was mostly depressed because of pain and she said I am doing too much. I know I am. I walked more today than I have all year and now I am paying the price. My ankle is so swollen I can’t move it and it hurts so bad when I do. I am in bed until 1145 tomorrow when I have to pick my niece up again. I still have not finagled how I am going to watch her while I have therapy at 1230. I hope I am home in time to get her settled while I talk on the phone for 50 minutes.
I really need to have a rest day but that isn’t going to happen until Friday of this week. I am picking up my niece from school MTW and then I have my father’s doc appointment Thursday. I have to be up at 0630 Thursday to get my sister’s car so I can take him. I will be finding out where my sister’s work in Cambridge is located. It will be good to know in case I have to go there one day. I know I am doing too much this week and obviously I am still not rested from my activities from Saturday. This totally sucks and no one gets it. I just am in disbelief about how I was able to work two jobs while in this much pain.
My cousin came over my sister’s while I was babysitting. I do not like this cousin as she is very dramatic and high strung. She is also a hypochondriac. She was telling me today that she thought she had breast cancer at age 15. I guess that is when it started for her. It turned out she just had fibrosis. She is about 8 years older than I am. And as bad as I didn’t feel good, she just kept on yapping and yapping. When she told me she was on Adderall, everything fit. Supposedly she is on it because she has ADHD. I think she is just bipolar and not diagnosed. She didn’t care that I was in pain, and kept asking me what was wrong. It was like talking to a brick wall. She just wasn’t getting it. I wish she would have just left but she just made herself at home, fixing herself something to eat and drink. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t wait for my sister to come home so I could leave. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to get the hell away from her. Course, all I wanted to do at that point was to be in my bed with my foot up.
I am very tired as it has been a very long day and tomorrow is going to be longer as I got the munchkin all afternoon. I really am not looking forward to it but someone has to watch the munchkin after school. Last day of school is Wednesday. That is because my city calls snow days at the mention of the word snow in the forecast. Doesn’t even have to have a snowflake on the ground and school will be called off.
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