I woke up in the early morning, again, to tinkle and then I was hit with pain when I came back to my room. Then a few hours later, I woke up in pain. I took some more pain meds and that was my morning. I had two dreams with food in them because I was hungry. I had wanted to make breakfast when my med alarm went off but I just went back to sleep. It’s been a frustrating day.
My mother made fried eggplant and had some bread leftover. I love this. All it is is breadcrumbs with egg, fried till the egg cooks and it is so good. I sometimes love having it more than the eggplant or chicken that my mother makes. I also had a smores pop tart because that is what I wanted. I was thinking about making eggs and toast but I couldn’t be bothered. I made coffee and am trying to enjoy it as I write this blog.
I had a dream about my father and his sister. We were over her house and dinner was being prepared. Every time I went to eat my meal or something, I got distracted with my father’s incessant need for attention. Then when I went back to my plate, it had been cleared away. I was getting mad because I kept fixing a plate and then it was taken away from me. I couldn’t even eat in my dream!
As I was downstairs making coffee, I decided to watch the ball game. Sox were down 6-4 and then they tied it up. Jays were still batting when I left to go to my room because I couldn’t take the heat in the kitchen anymore. By the time I went back upstairs, the Jays scored two runs to make it 8-6. I was pissed. The Sox cannot lose against Toronto because they are battling for first right now with them! Papi just scored a 3 run blast. 10-8 Sox, 6th inning. I feel a little better now but the game is not over yet.
Today is the memorial for 9/11. I have been seeing more pics of the Towers today than I have in the past few years, some have videos attached of that tragic day. I didn’t watch them because I know I will cry. It’s just a very sad day in American history. That day will be forever etched in my mind. I haven’t turned on the radio today because I don’t want to listen to songs from that time period or songs that reflect the loss. I am just too emotional to hear it. Hard to believe it has been 15 years.