Another Ramble about meds
I just emailed my doctor’s office. I didn’t call them idiots. I checked the email that was sent to me and I didn’t put a mistake. The mistake (sending it off for mail order) is all on my doctor’s head. He should have read to see where it was going and he didn’t. Now I am out of my blood pressure meds, well one of them anyways. I think I will be able to survive the next few days without one of them. I have a BP monitor that I just bought to keep track of my heart rate when I have panic attacks due to pain. So far, it has worked well and my BP has been in the normal range. I hope it stays like that.
I went on a chat tonight that sort of has me triggered but not really. It was about sex abuse and mostly about how family denies it. DING DING DING. That would be my family, except for my father. He doesn’t know or my cousin would not be living today. The chat brought back memories of what happened. I won’t go into more detail than that. I really should be sleeping right now because my niece is sick and I need to babysit tomorrow morning, early. It’s going to be a long fucking day.
Sox lost because the bullpen can’t hold on to a fucking lead to save their lives. It was terrible. I couldn’t bare to watch after the top of the 10th when the Sox failed to do anything. I knew they were going to lose. They hardly win in extra inning games. But then, they are more on a losing streak than a win streak any day of the week. This is why I still have my bottle of Patron. For every win, I have a shot, which hasn’t been many since I came up with this idea. The sox have more losses than wins, like almost 20. I think the record is 50-69, or something like that. It’s sad.
I have a thermal sock on my bad foot because it was ice cold. It’s getting warmer but I might keep it on because it’s cozy. But it hurts really bad. I haven’t taken my pain meds yet because I feel nauseous. I don’t think having cereal with expired milk was a good idea. I was hungry, like I usually am at night. For some reason, I keep burping up the coffee I drank hours ago. Not helping the nausea.
In addition to the Sox losing tonight, I am also pissed that the article I was reading for my language of suicide paper was a part 2er, meaning it was shit that I read and what I am looking for is in the Part 2 paper. I am so fucking mad. I spent the last two days working and thinking about how I am going to review this article and it was for nothing. I still might include it as background information before getting to the real terminology. I feel like a fool for reading it. And it was a long article too, like 14 pages, not including the references. The second article is just as long. I hope it is worth my effort and someone finds this paper useful. Otherwise, I am just wasting my damn time.
Because I will be babysitting, I got to find a place to have therapy for 50 minutes. I am thinking about my sister’s bedroom where there is AC. Tomorrow is supposed to be muggy so the house is going to be warm. I will melt if I am not near an AC.
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