I can’t fricken sleep. So I thought I would write about why I can’t sleep. It’s because of pain I can’t sleep. I never took my shower like I wanted to. The pain was too bad. It’s worse now that it’s almost 0130 in the morning. It’s not surprising. I haven’t been keeping on with medicating myself. I just took two pain pills to try and get me to sleep.
I joined a chat tonight and it didn’t go well. I hate it when I say something and then I am “attacked” for what I say or it is taken the wrong way. But other people got my meaning. It just takes one jerk to get me upset. The Sox losing also got me upset. I had taken a break to join the chat after Breslow gave up a three run blast to make it 8-0. What is really funny, and I mean the HAHA kind, is that the starting pitcher, who gave up 5 runs and lost his second outing, thinks he is going to be the Cy Young winner this year. HA, with his ERA, he is seriously smoking something.
I am 100 pages away from finishing the Graveyard Book. It’s getting more interesting but there are still questions left unanswered and I am not sure they are going to be. I fucking hate that. But I am too tired to finish it tonight. I really hope my glasses are done tomorrow, but I doubt it. I really want to see good again. Even as I am typing this, I am having a hard time focusing.
It really sucks when you are in a foul mood. I am playing Terri Clark’s “Don’t Start” to try and calm me down but it’s not working. I am all riled up and I don’t know why. My mother had a hypo attack today. She threw up and her sugar dropped. My sister had to give her OJ and fed her a sandwich. Then she got sick again the other end. I feel bad and now I am watching her to make sure she doesn’t go downhill again. It’s so stressful being on alert all the time for these types of things. I can’t sleep when this happens. Probably one of the reasons why I am still up. Between the pain and worry, I am just not sleepy enough, despite being tired.
I really wished I killed myself the other day. I am so tired of living this life. My therapist’s parting words from our last session was don’t discount her love for me and appreciation for me. There was a third thing (my therapist likes to say things in three’s) but I don’t remember what it was. I hate my therapist. But I don’t know what I would do without her. I love her, too and that complicates things. UGH, it drives me crazy. I really dislike being loved and having it used against me. I wish I could be a heartless person but I’m not.
It’s weird that I can feel the love of my therapist but I can’t of my own family members. I just can’t see to feel anything with my family. I question their love because I am distrustful of it. I know I can’t trust my father when he tells me he loves me because he is a pathological liar. My mother never says the “L” word, at all. My sister do more frequently. I tend to trust them a little but more, but I can never take it in. I am not even sure if I really love them. I just have grown immune to it, jaded even. We exchange words but it’s mostly via text message. Never said out loud. I will tell my nieces and nephew I love them out loud and via text message. I mean it with them. And it’s important that they know. They help keep me here. I know my nephew has the strongest hold on me because he is the oldest.
I have been getting hot flashes at night and tonight is no different. I have the ceiling fan on because I am really hot. I don’t know what is causing these hot flashes. I brought it up to my PCP when I saw him last but he just blew me off. I guess because I wasn’t having any other symptoms, I was fine. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes I have to remove clothing to get relief. It sucks!
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