A day of buses

A day of buses

I saw my pdoc today. We exchanged stories about being able to bounce back from surgery. She called me a role model as I was so severe with my Cauda Equina Syndrome and can hardly walk. Now, 14 years later, I can walk unassisted. She broke her hip right before Halloween and is still recovering from it. She doesn’t walk right yet, but she will in time. When I saw her a month ago, she was walking with a crutch. No crutch today so that is a good sign. Long as she doesn’t have any setbacks, she should recover nicely. We also talked about my roller coaster month. I seem to have stabilized as this week has been relatively “normal” for me. I am at my baseline depression and hope it stays that way. I still am waiting to crash but hope it doesn’t happen. I told her I haven’t been doing anything different. She asked if it was the weather, and I said I don’t know. I also told her that it might be because I am turning 40 this year, and she said “how did that happen”. Course, I have been seeing her since I was 17. That is a long time to be seeing her. We also talked about how today is my anniversary of becoming an author. She then asking jokingly when my next book is coming out. She already knew the answer as I told her about it the last time I saw her. I told her I might make out a sci-fi story out of the delusions that I was having. I am glad they are gone but man did they seem real.

On my way home, I was about 20 minutes early for the bus so I waited. And waited. And waited. Around 12:40, more than twenty minutes after the bus was supposed to arrive, I tweeted to the T that the bus didn’t show up. They have no explanation. Fucking great. I wasn’t in the mood to walk the 0.4 miles to catch the bus at the end of the road home. So I took a bus that would take me down the street. I missed the bus. Now I could either wait for the next bus at 13:30 or catch another bus that would take me closer to my home, but I would have to walk two long blocks to get there. I decided to test my limits and walk. I took the stop before School Street as I knew that street was hilly and my foot was already hurting from waiting for the 12:25 that never showed. I made it, though my calf muscles ached while I was walking. BOTH of them. I think I really need to walk more as I think they are getting atrophied. I then decided to go to Walgreens and pick up my prescription. There was a fricken line and only one person dealing with the register. So I had to stand the whole time waiting. My legs wanted to kill me. But I needed my prescription and I didn’t want to go out tomorrow to get it. If I wasn’t running low, I would have said the hell with it and picked it up later. I used my new savings card and OMG you would have thought I gave a new prescription or something. That took another twenty minutes to figure out how to process the card. I wanted my pillow just so I could scream into it at this point. Finally everything went through, and I paid only $5 instead of $25. I was happy I saved money but was not happy I had to wait almost a fricken half hour to get it sorted.

I decided to get some popcorn as a treat or meal later. I will make popcorn and just have it as a meal sometimes. I used the last of it yesterday so we needed more. Of course my mother wasn’t happy that I paid three dollars for it. It was MY money, not hers, so I don’t know why she is bitching. Right now, I just want to rest as my ankle is sore and I am wicked exhausted. I woke up at 0600 this morning and made the mistake of going back to sleep. I have been in a sleep hang over since 0800, when my alarm went off. It has been one long day.

My father is not feeling well so I think I will go over his house on Sunday rather than tomorrow to get his meds straight. He ran out of one of his pills but he has other days so I am not that worried. It isn’t until the middle of the week that he needs to take these pills. So I get to rest tomorrow, which I will need to do.

I feel like there is a cloud hanging over me and I can’t shake it. It is getting to be like a vice around my heart. I forgot to tell my psychiatrist about these anxiety chest pains I have been getting. It really feels like I have a weight on my chest when it happens. I am not usually an anxious person so I don’t know why these attacks have been happening. But I have had such a crazy few weeks, I am not surprised that anxiety attacks have been thrown in the mix. I just hope that doesn’t mean my blood pressure is out of control again. I just tried to take my blood pressure but the machine is broken. It won’t hold the air in the cuff. Thing is more than ten years old so I think I might have to invest in another machine. I’ll probably get one my next pay period. There has been one that I have been looking at is for the wrist. I think that will be easier than trying to wrestle with the upper arm cuff one handed. So until I get it, I don’t know what my blood pressure is running these days. I had a manual cuff but I have no idea where that sucker is. I haven’t seen it in months.