It’s almost 0500. I woke up about a half hour ago because I had a dry throat. I thought I would be able to get back to sleep, but it hasn’t happened yet. I got a text saying that my grocery order would come between 1100-1300. I am debating staying up but not sure if I can as I am getting sleepy. I woke up from a strange dream where I was cooking dinner for my coworkers and every time I went to get something, I became distracted. It was a strange dream.
My psychiatrist emailed me back about the pain that I have been having. She thinks I should go back to the neurosurgeon but the pain is in my foot, not my back. I responded saying why can’t we just amputate and get rid of my ankle. Even now, though I haven’t stepped one foot off the bed, the ankle is growling as if I did something to it.
I want to get my haircut this morning. The barber shop doesn’t open until 0800. It will be good to be bald again, not completely. Just enough to have a little fuzz on top my head. I love having very short haircuts. After the haircut, I will come home and shower. That is the plan anyways.
I don’t have therapy today, though I wish I did. I like talking with my therapist. It breaks up the monotony of the day. But she no longer has times on Thursday like she used to. Tomorrow is the first day of the week that I will have nothing planned to do so I am not going to do anything. I hope my pain doesn’t come back because tonight I will be doing a lot of walking.
I just got order confirmation for the bag that I ordered. I can’t wait till I comes. My friend that is working toward his PhD just sent me an article that I asked him about last month. I am so happy. I will print it out later and read it. It’s another article dealing with suicidal patients. I will review the article once I read it.