No Sleep Sunday

No Sleep Sunday

I went to bed around 2300 and then woke up around 0230. I have been up since. I have tried to go back to sleep and failed because I shut the AC off and woke up from an hour nap. I had breakfast and something is not agreeing with my stomach. I don’t know if it is the new NSAID pill that I am taking or what. I just had a fried egg with toast for breakfast. I didn’t have juice because my stomach was already feeling icky. I have to eat something before taking the NSAID pill. I think it just maybe because of sleep deprivation my stomach is acting up. I just hope I don’t get sick.

I had to mute one of the psychologists I follow on Twitter because he is quoting a report that is 515 pages long. The report is on the American Psychological Association’s involvement with the torture of the prisoners during President Bush’s administration. He has been going on and on and on about it for the past three days. I get that he is highly upset, but if we want to read about it, we will. We don’t need him to disseminate in 140 characters at a time what the report is about. The APA lied about its involvement and it is a sad day in the psychology world. We get it, or at least, I do. I feel bad for muting him, but I couldn’t take reading the tweets anymore. It was horrible what they did to the prisoners.

I don’t think I will be going out today. I am way too tired to do anything. After I had breakfast, I took a much needed shower. That is all that I will be doing. I might finish my editing, read a book, and listen to the Sox game. Not necessarily in that order. I should probably make some coffee but with my stomach upset, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Last night I had another one of those anxiety attacks. It was horrible and this time, I wasn’t in horrendous pain. I think my body has become so used to pain at a certain hour that it goes into the fight/flight mode, regardless of pain or no pain. Just fucking great. I hate dealing with anxiety. The palpitations and fast breathing are no fun. And the nervousness that comes with it, man, it is awful. I can’t stand it.

My therapist is on vacation the next two weeks. She wants me to write her a letter and send it to her so it will be in the office when she returns. I have three letters so far. I don’t know why she wants me to write to her. She is weird. She also wants me to text her. My days are going to be boring with her gone. I have nothing really to look forward to. I can go to Starbucks earlier, however. I usually go after our sessions. It’s supposed to be really hot this week so I am not sure I want to go out. Only things I have really planned this week is seeing my father and psychiatrist. So Thursday and Friday this week will be the only days that I will be going out.