Just Another Saturday

Just Another Saturday

I didn’t think I was going to leave my bed today. My back pain was horrible. Even despite taking my pain meds, I was in agony. But once I started moving, I felt a little bit better. I got dressed without too much pain and trekked to my father’s to do his medication for the week. Seems I am the only one that knows how to do it. He drove me crazy today. I still have a cough and he wanted me to take some “aspirins” (which were really Tylenol). I told him I didn’t need them as I wasn’t running a fever or feeling sick. He is a dumb bastard when it comes to illnesses. I really started getting pissed off when he got the bottle and kept shaking them in my face. God, he is so fucking annoying. I can’t take them because I already took the pills before leaving my house. Last thing I need is a damn Tylenol overdose.

I finally left after an hour when my sister was done with his laundry. When I came home, I ordered Chinese food as I was starving and played my game. I am really getting annoyed with my players. They are so whiny. They bitch about not getting stuff, or the have to tell their whereabouts all the time as to why they can’t play the game. Who gives a fuck! We all need stuff for this game that needs 100 things for one mission. We all are struggling to keep up and not get behind. I have decided that if one more person complains about not getting stuff, I am going to block them. I am so tired of hearing it. It’s one thing to get frustrated with the game and “legit” complain, it is quite another to constantly complain you aren’t getting your crops. If you get 20, be grateful you got the 20, and shut up about it. Request it tomorrow so you can get another 20. The game only allows so much giving anyways, which makes it so difficult to get the stuff we need. So if you have 100 neighbors, you are lucky to get half that amount a day. I know not every neighbor returns the favor but that is their problem. Karma will get them.

I still am having a bad back and I don’t like it. I don’t know why it has gotten worse the last couple of days. The weather has been fair, no rain or really cold weather. It has been quite warm so I have been wearing shorts around the house because my mother refuses to turn down the heat. Going out to my father’s really exhausted me. It’s so damn hard doing things when you are in severe pain. I have been fighting the urge to go take a nap since finishing my dinner. I just want to lie down and sleep but I know that if I do, I will be up sometime in the wee hours of the morning and then my sleep cycle will get fucked. It’s bad enough that I am waking up between 0345 and 0445 every morning in pain. I don’t know how, but I have been waking up on my back instead of on my side and my back doesn’t like it one bit. And then to turn over, OMG. It is just torture. I still don’t understand why I am in so much pain. Doc says it’s just a pulled muscle. Great. I want to be better NOW. I can’t take being in pain every damn day. It just drives the suicide demons. And the last thing I want is another dumb hospitalization. Because face it, they don’t help you with dealing with stuff. I wish I could say that they help give you skills to deal with your physical illness but they don’t. They just give you stupid coping skills dealing with your mental stuff, if you can decipher it from the papers they give you. And most of the work is based on YOU doing the work. When you are already passed your limits, it is extremely difficult to work on you. You just want to rest. Like I do, right now. But I keep this blog going because it keeps me going. I really wasn’t going to write a blog today. I just wanted to shut the light off and go under the covers to sleep.

Sometime in the next week, I have to go to the post office and get some Wilt Chamberlain stamps. I had asked my sister to get them for me for either my birthday or Christmas and she didn’t comply. She thought it was dumb to give stamps. Whatever. I will get them either way.